<?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-5498326</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:58:11.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin This Cabbage Vol I.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is to journal my adventures in self-publication and my misadventures with the fairer sex, looking for work and getting the world to sing with harmony... shit like that. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-109131642109677454</id><published>2004-07-31T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T16:27:01.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Time For The Fall</title><summary type='text'>Wow, two post in a matter as many days.  Anyhow, I've been tweaking with some of the looping tracks from Acid 4.0 and have two in mind for sure.  Pug 1.0 (audio pup) and Drawn Out Self Doubt so I have been half-assed busy in that respect.  I'm tempted to do something stupid, but I won't.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/109131642109677454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/109131642109677454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109131642109677454' title='Back In Time For The Fall'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-109121502744582612</id><published>2004-07-30T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T12:17:07.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumthin'</title><summary type='text'>Back for the attack.  I like this format much better than the other one.  So I may stick around, especially seeing that I now have a lap-top with beautiful Wi-Fi connection.  It's just as good as DSL or cable, it's very nice.  So here I am, girlfriendless and kind of directionless, though that's fine.  That tends to happen on more than occasion.  I've started on a couple of projects.  Cat Boxing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/109121502744582612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/109121502744582612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109121502744582612' title='Sumthin&apos;'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108405816932287658</id><published>2004-05-08T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T16:19:24.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutin'</title><summary type='text'>   see.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108405816932287658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108405816932287658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108405816932287658' title='Nutin&apos;'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108320192181630695</id><published>2004-04-28T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T18:28:27.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death Of Spin This Cabbage...</title><summary type='text'>... at least of volume I.  Don't fret, I'm still a-postin', only at...http://www.livejournal.com/users/thecabbage/Thanks for reading, I still hope you keep reading.  This will still be up and about for reference.  Thanks again - Anthony Vera</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108320192181630695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108320192181630695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108320192181630695' title='The Death Of Spin This Cabbage...'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108317324890912472</id><published>2004-04-28T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T10:30:34.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Much Better Than I Thought</title><summary type='text'>Well, a nice pretty mellow couple of days.  I may get that transfer after all (to the Starbucks closer to my house)  I befriended a cute jewish girl at a record store, found an awesome pair of sunglasses (finally) and for less them twenty; I was almost willing to spend up to 90 dollars for a pair.  I also found an awesome Palace Brothers T-Shirt, it's the american flag shaped like a camara... how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108317324890912472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108317324890912472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108317324890912472' title='It&apos;s Much Better Than I Thought'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108304105130946547</id><published>2004-04-26T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T21:47:14.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat Down</title><summary type='text'>Oh man!  I am ever burnt out.  It has been a crazy few days at work.  I rarely had time to sleep.  I did clear the air with Suzy, and so we're cool  As other things go, I'm not so sure.  I'm just board, though that's what usually happends this time of year for me.  It's just more so today had I noticed.  I always seem to fault myself more than normal.  I do like the fact that I have a busy job, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108304105130946547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108304105130946547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108304105130946547' title='Beat Down'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108286477558583519</id><published>2004-04-24T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T20:51:02.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony Vera Vs. Nothing</title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am, alone on a Saturday watching COPS and typing this out online.  Oh well, it's been somewhat of the crazy week.  I only wish I ran into Windy (how her name is spelled) earlier in the week.  I feel so drained from eeverything that has happened in the past week.  Though I can honestly say that my break-up with Suzy has been for the best.  If anything else, I catch myself thinking of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108286477558583519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108286477558583519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108286477558583519' title='Anthony Vera Vs. Nothing'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108270229621643605</id><published>2004-04-22T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T23:41:15.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far... Good</title><summary type='text'>Well, day one of being single for the past 8 months and I'm feeling fine.  Anywho, I finally picked up Gang Tapes.  I absolutely love this movie.  It's done in a some what documentry style (Think Blair Witch Vs. Menace II Society.  It start off with this family who while sight seeing get lost in the 'hood, get carjacked by some "bangers".  One of those lil' thugs gets ahold of the family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108270229621643605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108270229621643605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108270229621643605' title='So Far... Good'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108261440495009009</id><published>2004-04-21T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T23:16:23.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow Victory</title><summary type='text'>Well, we finally broke up.  Not to say that's not what I had wanted, but I do feel a little sad.  We've been together for over four months, and it was fine for awhile.  Though after two months, I realized that we were probably not going to get too far.  This is for the best, I just hope she'll see that way eventully.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108261440495009009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108261440495009009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108261440495009009' title='Shallow Victory'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108253939937198055</id><published>2004-04-21T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T02:26:17.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Time (Tired And Euphoric)</title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am on a rather early Wenesday typing this out and IM'ing a rather attractive young woman whom I met on one of the fourms I frequent.  Aside from my spelling errors which I'll fix later, I'm left here alone, with my own devices.  Is this fair to my "girlfriend", which I'm trying to remedy.  Maybe my problem isn't so much my disdane for my relationship so much as it is a complete and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108253939937198055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108253939937198055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108253939937198055' title='Lonely Time (Tired And Euphoric)'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108242677774808367</id><published>2004-04-19T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:09:14.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Ain't Sayin' You Ain't Pretty</title><summary type='text'>Not that I have anything all to important to say at the moment, though I have no desire to be anyone, at least in a relationship type of sense.  I have a girlfriend that I'm no longer attracted to, but that's not to say I think any less of her.  Well, that's not true... I'm just not into it anymore.  In a couple of days, I'll be getting new glasses... finally.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108242677774808367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108242677774808367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108242677774808367' title='I Ain&apos;t Sayin&apos; You Ain&apos;t Pretty'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108236669003814905</id><published>2004-04-19T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T02:27:45.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vol. 2</title><summary type='text'>So, Kill Bill Vol. 2 came out this past weekend, and I got to see it tonight.  I must say that I quite liked it... more than the first.  There were quite a bit of surprises in it, due to good reviewers, mostly that of Robert Berry from retroCRUSH.  I will say that there was less action than before, but more than enough.  The movie opens the same why as you may of seen in the previews; Uma drives </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108236669003814905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108236669003814905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108236669003814905' title='Vol. 2'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108201633953379309</id><published>2004-04-15T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T01:08:31.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Guy Shouldn't Post When He Is Drunk</title><summary type='text'>So, he I am trying to come up with something that would maybe be meaningful and thought provoking, and all I can think of is how I could dump my girlfriend without looking like an asshole and also, I wish I would have got some nachos before I came home.  That's not to meaningful, though I still wish I had some nachos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108201633953379309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108201633953379309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108201633953379309' title='Drunk Guy Shouldn&apos;t Post When He Is Drunk'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108196743157399457</id><published>2004-04-14T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T11:44:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated For April 14, 2004</title><summary type='text'>Finally have I updated the "Friends" section, with Lori's and Heather's Blog... unlike some people (Ryan) they tend to update.  I however, don't update... Though I have been getting better.  Oh, for Homestar Runner fans, here is the more explored of the HSR related forms: The Independent Homestar Runner Fan Fourm; a rather good place to catch up on all things Homestar related.  Keep in mind that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108196743157399457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108196743157399457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108196743157399457' title='Updated For April 14, 2004'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108193802395918391</id><published>2004-04-14T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T03:23:14.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break Up Thread (They Don't Play Songs Like That Anymore)</title><summary type='text'>I about had it.  As much I as I dislike being alone, I think it's best for now... I just need to let her know that.  I had a good oppertunity when she had told me that we didn't have much in common, and I agreed.  That would have been the perfect time to break-up then, though she broke down and cried.  Therefore, there you go; I'm still with her and now here I am.  I can't sleep and I'm on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108193802395918391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108193802395918391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108193802395918391' title='The Break Up Thread (They Don&apos;t Play Songs Like That Anymore)'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108179482674860560</id><published>2004-04-12T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T11:36:35.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April March</title><summary type='text'>No, this isn't about April March, the beautiful girl who sings songs in French and occasionally English.  This is more about Spring.  Ordinarly, I hate this time of year, however my attitude has changed slightly.  This is due to maybe being in a different envornment.  I'm seriously concidering ending my relationship, due to me not being able to spend every last second to my friggin' girlfriend.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108179482674860560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108179482674860560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179482674860560' title='April March'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-108069156894474136</id><published>2004-03-30T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:08:45.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><summary type='text'>Not much really.  Still with Suzy, but with more of a resolve.  I'm floundering a bit, but I'm aware of where I am going.  I'm only getting more exhusted as days roll by.  Well, these are getting smaller and smaller... why am I bothering.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108069156894474136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/108069156894474136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108069156894474136' title='Updates'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107965652370622351</id><published>2004-03-18T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T16:37:47.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Enough</title><summary type='text'>...Anyhow, things are fine and nothing is ruined.  Seriously, it's going okay.  My girlfriend pissed me off and knows it, which is also fine... I'm doing time not doing anything.  I have been catching up on stuff and doing well, so that is all.  I wished I had more to talk about.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107965652370622351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107965652370622351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107965652370622351' title='Good Enough'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107796448596969553</id><published>2004-02-28T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T02:36:50.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Planet</title><summary type='text'>Well, this seems to be a ghost town as of late, as it well should.  I'd like to say I'm adapt to change, but alas 'tis not the case.  My roommate (the good one) is moving out at the end of the month, due to the other roommate.  Seeing that we've been here for about three years, I suppose it's time to move on.  Anyhow, I love so many women, and have one... what am I to do?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107796448596969553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107796448596969553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107796448596969553' title='Lonely Planet'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107723748322580426</id><published>2004-02-19T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T16:39:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ass Of Temptation</title><summary type='text'>'Tis the name of one of my new paintings for a show I have next month coming up.  So far I have two paintings done now.  If I had a digital camara, I'd take a pitcure and show you what I have... so far, I'm happy with what I have done.  I'm hoping to have at least twelve new paintings, but more than likely, it will be eight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107723748322580426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107723748322580426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723748322580426' title='The Ass Of Temptation'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107601339455874316</id><published>2004-02-05T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T12:38:17.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Longer...</title><summary type='text'>Before I give up on this thing.  I mean, does anyone even read this?  It would seem as if I'm beheving nothing more than a glorified teenager.  "blog"... feh!  Six months at Starbucks and all I have is pounds of free coffee... hey, that's not too bad though.  I do have a pretty cute girlfriend who drove my sorry ass to work at five in the friggin' morning.  And I do have a show in March.  So, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107601339455874316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107601339455874316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107601339455874316' title='How Much Longer...'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107560612118392442</id><published>2004-01-31T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T19:30:18.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Nothing More Than Complaining Once Again</title><summary type='text'>I'm learning to hate work lately, and pretty much everything else... not really, but I have been rather annoyed lately.  That could be due to this god awful weather we've had for the past few months... more later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107560612118392442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107560612118392442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107560612118392442' title='This Is Nothing More Than Complaining Once Again'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107475420264415865</id><published>2004-01-21T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T22:51:29.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring</title><summary type='text'>Anyhow... I'm am tired to no end.  Yet, I cannot sleep.  I won't be here too long.  Though I had been looking over my blog, and had noticed that a lot has happenend in the past year or so.  I'm pretty happy right now... and tired.  I'll talk to you all later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107475420264415865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107475420264415865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107475420264415865' title='Tiring'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107461598475297436</id><published>2004-01-20T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T08:27:50.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little More</title><summary type='text'>There is quite a bit going on lately, though you wouldn't know it seeing that I don't post here much.  Though with that said, That is the reason I haven't posted much.  Basically, I 've been working more than I have in sometime, which is nice seeing that January is concidered a slow month for retail.  I'm still dating Suzy (almost two months now!) and that's going well.  I will admit that I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107461598475297436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107461598475297436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461598475297436' title='Little More'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107436012719701098</id><published>2004-01-17T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T09:23:30.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh.</title><summary type='text'>I'm am so tired at the moment.  Though seeing I haven't done this in awhile, because not much is going on.  I've had money issues since I've quit the GAP, but I'm much more relieved to not be there.  I've been sick for sometime, but I seem to be getting better.  There are so many movies I have been wanting to see, but just haven't had the time.  As it is, I haven't much time right now... see you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107436012719701098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107436012719701098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436012719701098' title='Uh.'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107309662889415769</id><published>2004-01-02T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T18:28:38.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><summary type='text'>Well, it would appear that this accursed holiday season is over.  It got pretty ugly there toward the end, I almost lost another girlfriend, though I saved myself with the one thing that got me there in the first place... indifference.  Anyhow, I just picked up the latest Mojave 3 CD Spoon &amp; Rafter and I quite like it.  I should also point out that I am aware of people who have blogs that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107309662889415769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107309662889415769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107309662889415769' title='Rest'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107237334888465083</id><published>2003-12-25T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T09:30:09.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><summary type='text'>This time of year, I think usual suffer the holiday hangover.  I think however, I'll be okay this time around.  I have to work later which is fine, I don't do Christmas  Don't get me wrong, I like the season fine, but there are far more reasons to be glad it's over.  At this moment I'm watching the  Da Ali G Show on Divix DVD (the link is to an imported soundtrack, unfortunately there is no DVD </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107237334888465083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107237334888465083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107237334888465083' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107214855868373355</id><published>2003-12-22T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T19:03:36.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Of What December Is All About</title><summary type='text'>Anyhow, I have a new(er) girlfriend, and she is far better than the rest.  I got her this pretty awesome handbag, though I think she knows what I got her.  She apparently got me something, though I have no idea what it may be.  I haven't told her much about what I want aside from double-sided tape, which is what she very well might of got me.  I don't care.  I just can't wait to see the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107214855868373355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107214855868373355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107214855868373355' title='More Of What December Is All About'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107124247797312999</id><published>2003-12-12T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T07:22:05.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Week</title><summary type='text'>This week was nice.  I started seeing someone new, and I birthday came and went as well.  I don't have anything important to bring up.  I have a few things going on in the next couple of weeks, so I'll give more infortmation as I go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107124247797312999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107124247797312999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107124247797312999' title='A Good Week'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107038868440861624</id><published>2003-12-02T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T10:12:02.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Informed</title><summary type='text'>Well, here it is.  The almost end of the year is creeping up on us here, and here I am directionless as ever.  That's probably the smartest thing I could have said at the moment.  Well, not much going on other than I'll be picking up the Ben Stiller Show in a little bit.  Well, more later... maybe today later. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107038868440861624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107038868440861624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107038868440861624' title='Super Informed'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-107029705829987125</id><published>2003-12-01T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T09:04:54.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 1, 2003</title><summary type='text'>Well, another year has gone by and here I am.  Though alot of changes though nothing too much has gone on.  I have two different jobs, a better girlfriend and more DVD's.  I have in me too actually go out and look for a career or something.  I think I'll do that tomorrow.  I'll have time to do it then.  I need more money.  Right now I need coffee.  Last night I worked for only two hours at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107029705829987125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/107029705829987125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107029705829987125' title='December 1, 2003'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106945087358443933</id><published>2003-11-21T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T13:41:40.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Baby Steps</title><summary type='text'>I may have used this title once before.  Anyhow, I got an E-mail from a certain girl who I had a thing with awhile back, though I'm seeing Susie now.  Today we were planning a Thanksgiving together.  I dig her, so I hope it works out.  Anyhow, I picked up the Aqua Teen Hunger Force DVD the other day.  Anyhow, not much going on at the moment, but I'm going to chill for the rest of the day.  I's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106945087358443933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106945087358443933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106945087358443933' title='More Baby Steps'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106920993853978390</id><published>2003-11-18T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:46:02.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><summary type='text'>Not much happening at the moment.  This can be troublesome down the road.  I'm annoyed with being at the same place without much change.  I'm thinking of leaving Portland soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106920993853978390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106920993853978390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106920993853978390' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106901309951514645</id><published>2003-11-16T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T12:05:21.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!</title><summary type='text'>Oh mans... am I ever in a bad way with this feverish thing going on.  Something of note, Susie broke up iwth me, but not really.  She was more distraught about it than me.  So without so much saying it, were friends who have ... privilages.  More than likely we'll get back together, but for now what we have will do.  I'm poor at the moment, so anything that is money related, has nothing to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106901309951514645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106901309951514645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106901309951514645' title='Sick!'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106848156588120317</id><published>2003-11-10T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T08:26:03.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Is Here And Not Over There.</title><summary type='text'>As I see it, things are fine, but always have a way of falling from under your feet if you aren't conscience of what you're doing; this usually envolves money.  It seems that this time of year, money is always a big issue.  Now things, albeit are fine, still have a way of going south.  I really do need to keep the future in mind with what is it that I'm doing today.  I'm sounding a bit serious, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106848156588120317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106848156588120317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106848156588120317' title='Here Is Here And Not Over There.'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106814290980708738</id><published>2003-11-06T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T10:21:47.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Here I Am</title><summary type='text'>I haven't kept up much on this thing lately.  I've been rather busy so, this isn't on my list of important things to do.  I've been up to very little, but yet haven't time for this right now.  I'll still be around, just not as much.  Things are fine with Susie and myself, and work is okay too.  School can always be better, but oh well.  Even due to the bad reviews, I'm going to catch the new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106814290980708738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106814290980708738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106814290980708738' title='Well Here I Am'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106747183585387176</id><published>2003-10-29T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:57:13.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Too Much</title><summary type='text'>WOW!  I can't complain for my life going in a positive direction.  I have a smart cute girlfriend and work more than most people... still, I feel as if I should be in a better place right now.  What a pickle, huh?  Anyhow, I've been working on school outside of anything else.  My birthday is creeping up on me pretty fast.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106747183585387176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106747183585387176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747183585387176' title='Too Much Too Much'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106738590311091661</id><published>2003-10-28T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T16:05:02.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Getting My Shit Together"</title><summary type='text'>Now is the time where I pull it all out.  I am doing very well, and need to keep doing well.  I'm in a great relationship and have two fairly good jobs... now for once I'm thinking of the future, and want one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106738590311091661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106738590311091661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738590311091661' title='&quot;Getting My Shit Together&quot;'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106659858684307948</id><published>2003-10-19T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T14:23:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hetrosexual Male</title><summary type='text'>Okay, after drinking (and I'm not just saying random numbers) 17 shots, and countless other drinks... at a gay bar no less, I was still able to retain my straightness.  However, my friend (who shall remain nameless at the moment) was in the corner making out with some dudes.  This leads me to believe that, if you are gay, you pretty much will react in that type of fashion.  I have nothing against</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106659858684307948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106659858684307948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106659858684307948' title='Hetrosexual Male'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106618488280746166</id><published>2003-10-14T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T19:28:02.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Triangle Blues</title><summary type='text'>So... dating someone who is more a lesbian than say... a straight girl, has its serious draw backs.  I've learned yet another painful lesson, but this time I'm more irriatated than bummed out.  Anyhow, I saw Kill Bill this past Saturday and just picked up Fargo and The Lion King on DVD recently.  Now I know what you're asking yourselves... Why did you buy Fargo?  Seriously, I heart the Lion King,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106618488280746166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106618488280746166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106618488280746166' title='Pink Triangle Blues'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106563022802786678</id><published>2003-10-08T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T09:23:47.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On And On</title><summary type='text'>Well, much better now thank you very much.  I've been entirely too busy to even have the chance to get online, so here I am at the moment.  Nothing to exciting going on aside from working and attempting to date once more.  I won't talk about it until I'm sure we'll be going somewhere positive.  So many false starts, I'm going to play it safe.  It seems that I've been pretty busy for the past week</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106563022802786678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106563022802786678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106563022802786678' title='On And On'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106506166874973003</id><published>2003-10-01T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T19:27:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dull Pain And Heartache</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes we leave oursleves defenseless due to our emotions.  Although, we (we meaning people as a whole) get over it, there still is that intial shock and disappointment.  I don't want to get into it, but I'm thinking to myself right now that somethings I think I may be to fragile for this world... of course I'm being rather sensitive, but I will say that I now must put something behind me that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106506166874973003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106506166874973003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106506166874973003' title='Dull Pain And Heartache'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106468320148030296</id><published>2003-09-27T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T10:20:01.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Keeps On Going...</title><summary type='text'>So, with this said, I have no idea why I still deal with women.  Last night I was hanging out with a sort-of friend last night, having a good time, though she got a phone call and needed to take it.  This wouldn't have bothered me so much, if she wouldn't have been 45 minutes on the fucking thing.  She did take a brake from the phone call to use the bathroom than told me she had to get back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106468320148030296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106468320148030296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106468320148030296' title='And It Keeps On Going...'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106436171222741633</id><published>2003-09-23T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:01:52.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neurotically Yours</title><summary type='text'>Oh... I just don't know what to do with myself lately.  I've had SO much coffee, and I know that's it's effecting my attitude some.  Also, I had way too much free time on my hands.  I did however get to catch up on some E-mailing and finished a project I started over a year ago Neurotically Yours.  These were a series of short (very short) stories that had to do with the inane shit I had been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106436171222741633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106436171222741633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106436171222741633' title='Neurotically Yours'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106425814580627433</id><published>2003-09-22T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T12:15:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Post</title><summary type='text'>Anyhow, another one of my post didn't get printed.  I had mentioned my working all weekend, hanging out with a millionaire, seeing Lost In Translation and comparing it to any Wes Anderson film.  Also, I did buy quite a few CD's.  Eyrkah Badu - Wordwide Underground (Good not great)Hot Hot Heat - Make Up The Brakedown (Awesome!)Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Take Them On Your Own (not as good as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106425814580627433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106425814580627433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106425814580627433' title='Non Post'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106398490348422419</id><published>2003-09-19T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T08:21:43.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Tiger</title><summary type='text'>Oh, I just do some stupid shit to get myself in trouble.  I showed up late to work and got written up.  The other day, I left my wallet and bus pass home and got caught on the MAX and got a 75 dollar fine.  Two things I never do, and I got busted within two days for doing them (showing up late and bumming a free ride)  So I have all sorts of paper work to add to more paperwork.  I hung out with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106398490348422419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106398490348422419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398490348422419' title='Paper Tiger'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106382360125325824</id><published>2003-09-17T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T11:33:20.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indoor Fireworks</title><summary type='text'>So I worked everywhere again today, and now my day is done... the end.  I am actually in a good and relaxed mood right now.  I may see a movie today... I finally got around to seeing American Splendor, pretty good movie.  I'm waiting to see that new Audrey Tautou movie tomorrow with Candice.  I wouldn't call it a date, so I'll just say "hang out" for now.  Tonight I may go to this church in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106382360125325824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106382360125325824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106382360125325824' title='Indoor Fireworks'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106365147023121323</id><published>2003-09-15T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T12:13:09.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This And That</title><summary type='text'>Things are better, for the most part, but now I have a sense of being on the defensive... kind of like one of those "Eye Of The Tiger" Things.  I won't let it get to me however.  Also, I have stopped posting on a few of the online fourms.  I really need to not be online so much.  I'll keep up on my blog, mostly so I have an outlet for my thoughts... shit like that.  Well, off to the movies.  I've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106365147023121323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106365147023121323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106365147023121323' title='This And That'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106351335005447250</id><published>2003-09-13T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T21:22:30.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Crap To Deal With</title><summary type='text'>I don't want to get into it too much right now, but I really do need to find a new field of work.  I've been working retail for too long now.  On more of a positive note, the Puffy site (J-Pop duo, not P-Diddy) got updated.  It's better than the previous site, but I like the one before that.  I will point out that things aren't going according to plan... and that's not good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106351335005447250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106351335005447250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106351335005447250' title='More Crap To Deal With'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106341126449470112</id><published>2003-09-12T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T17:01:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><summary type='text'>Anyhow, I just posted a thread about someone I hung out with last night, but it got erased... shit.  I'll post it later maybe, I'm too fucking tired to do it right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106341126449470112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106341126449470112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106341126449470112' title='Shit'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106315241801736824</id><published>2003-09-09T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T16:43:15.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Like Weather</title><summary type='text'>The weather has been agreeable, though I must mention that I wasn't quite prepared for the rain.  I've made plans to hang out with a new girl, though who knows what will go on there.  My luck with the ladies is pretty much fucked and I'm weary of women as of late (read my blog and I'm sure you'll find out why)  Work is okay... though my hours have cut back at Starbucks (now that my training has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106315241801736824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106315241801736824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106315241801736824' title='Fall Like Weather'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106300186620619233</id><published>2003-09-07T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T23:17:46.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Hours</title><summary type='text'>5 hours of work, and I feel nonetheless as I did when I got up in the morning.  I did however feel rushed from going from job to job and back to job.  I've done this several time, with so marginal effort to be on time.  I have yet to be late... just once.  That was due to me not reading the schedule correctly at Starbucks.  I do this more often than I should, but luckly double check each time, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106300186620619233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106300186620619233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106300186620619233' title='15 Hours'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106291214503553634</id><published>2003-09-06T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T22:22:25.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Lonely Day</title><summary type='text'>Wow, today was really more depressing than usual.  For the most part, I spent the day by myself running around doing shit I needed to get done, number one buying a new day planner... which I so dreadfully needed.  Also, I picked up the Mr. Show book, What Happened?!.  It's okay, but I wouldn't pick it up unless you're a fan.  As I was saying however, I was really feeling lonely however, so I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106291214503553634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106291214503553634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106291214503553634' title='Just Another Lonely Day'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106280469001439902</id><published>2003-09-05T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T16:31:30.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Confusing Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Claire not waiting for me to check my schedule for Starbucks, so now I have to stress about covering shifts at the fucking GAP.  Though what's pretty fucking awesome is, "Spin This Cabbage" as a four and a half star average user rating from Alexa.  I find that kind of cool.  But than again, it might very well be for blog spot and not so much "Spin This Cabbage"... seeing as it also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106280469001439902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106280469001439902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106280469001439902' title='A Confusing Weekend'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106273754164625024</id><published>2003-09-04T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T21:52:21.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Thursday</title><summary type='text'>In Portland, there is an event known as "First Thursday" in which people who have loads of money or rich parents show off their pretencious art... just kidding (mostly)  Anyhow, this was the first "First Thursday" I've been to in over six months, but I'm going to try to change it so that I can go to more of them.  Anyhow, I have to get up early so I won't be able to post much here.  I did have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106273754164625024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106273754164625024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106273754164625024' title='First Thursday'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106269194498460298</id><published>2003-09-04T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T09:12:25.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself For Now.</title><summary type='text'>I feel much better about myself, seeing that I am back to being comfortable on my own again.  I realized that I was fairly content when I went shopping for various items to give myself a two week long cleanse.  Yesterday, my spirits were a bit down, seeing that I feel as if my job(s) both seem to not be so into me at the moment, though I've been know to be paranoid about such things.  So after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106269194498460298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106269194498460298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106269194498460298' title='Myself For Now.'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106260221675282367</id><published>2003-09-03T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T08:16:56.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intentions</title><summary type='text'>Today is going to be hot!  96 degrees hot.  This will keep me indoors for most of the day.  Indian Summers can be killers, and it doesn't look as if this heat will let up anytime soon.  I have nothing interseting to say other aside from the fat that I do want a girlfriend, not dating, but an actual girlfriend.  This is due to the fact that I enjoy the company of women, but I'd like to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106260221675282367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106260221675282367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106260221675282367' title='Intentions'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106242703776337828</id><published>2003-09-01T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T07:37:17.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching Out</title><summary type='text'>Well my dear friends, here I am on the computer wondering what I'll be doing next.  I'm still trying to catch up with bills at this point, so I'm not free to set my other plans in motion.  I will admit that I feel empty as ever.  I think I lost something this past December when things didn't work out with Melissa... I was pretty bitter about our little dating situation and it has effected how I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106242703776337828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106242703776337828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106242703776337828' title='Reaching Out'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106230225454358897</id><published>2003-08-30T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T20:57:34.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls, Girls, Girls</title><summary type='text'>Not a nudie bar, but more a situation... always a situation.  I've never truely had a plesent relationship that lasted more than a couple of months.  I blame genetics.  I was rasied by a over compesating drunk with four other girls... you can see where I may have issues.  Now skip to 25 or so years and here I am now, online dicussing my women issues to all ya'll.  I will say that I need to find </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106230225454358897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106230225454358897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106230225454358897' title='Girls, Girls, Girls'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106208403445376388</id><published>2003-08-28T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T08:20:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Temper And Other Issues</title><summary type='text'>I really need to curb my temper a bit more.  I think I know why I've been frusterated as of late, though I won't share it here... not at the moment anyhow.  Oh, and I lost Laura's number already, which is bumming me out some.  I'm so uninterested with typing right now, I may come back later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106208403445376388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106208403445376388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106208403445376388' title='Nasty Temper And Other Issues'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106195397914276000</id><published>2003-08-26T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T20:12:59.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'> ...And The Day Ended Well After All</title><summary type='text'>Well, I finally got some of the money owed to me, picked up a couple of DVD's and ran into Laura (who I've thought of for some time) and we talked for a good half an hour.  We exchanged mumbers and crap, so I'll see.  Tomorrow I work both jobs again.  Well, I have nothing much to say, so I suppose that's good... seeing I have nothing bad too say either.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106195397914276000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106195397914276000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106195397914276000' title=' ...And The Day Ended Well After All'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106192732542984065</id><published>2003-08-26T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T12:48:45.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hour Of Sleep In 36 Hours</title><summary type='text'>This is mostly due to work.  I only had three hours inbetween jobs last night, but I did alright.  I am however in a irritable mood... pretty pissed off really.  I got shorted at the pizza job, so I'm out that money at the moment... I getting the run around, and I can't pick up tips at Starbucks right now because of some safe issue... it's broken. So, the hundred or so dollars that I expected </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106192732542984065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106192732542984065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106192732542984065' title='One Hour Of Sleep In 36 Hours'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106182643709861360</id><published>2003-08-25T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T08:52:50.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 8:14 A.M.</title><summary type='text'>Oh man!  I worked all friggin' weekend and now I'm so tired and it'll only get worse.  Anyhow, I'm chillin' at the moment.  This weekend was uneventful as a result.  Tomorrow the third season of Mr. Show comes out on DVD... I loved that show.  I'm actually finding time to pick this up tomorrow.  I have stuff I'd like to bring up, which I will later, but I just don't feel like doing it right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106182643709861360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106182643709861360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106182643709861360' title='Monday 8:14 A.M.'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106150625124028110</id><published>2003-08-21T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T15:50:51.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thoughts From The Gray Matter</title><summary type='text'>We'll we're finally here,and shit yeah it's cool.Shouldn't it be...Or something like that.A few lyrics from a Guided By Voices song, though it fits somewhat.  I've been busy and am now working on some new art, by request.  I have a show coming up in October and have been hanging out with different people.  This reminds me, that whole "hipster." thing I have been bringing up lately, there is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106150625124028110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106150625124028110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106150625124028110' title='More Thoughts From The Gray Matter'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106141932788987712</id><published>2003-08-20T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T15:42:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids Are All Shopping At Urban Outfitters For Their Retro Clothing And Not Watching Friends On Thursday Nights, Though Are "Busy" That Day</title><summary type='text'>Long title for a post, but It explains alot!  I was talking to one of the "hip" girls who I work with at the GAP and explained to her that I shopped at the GAP long before I had worked there.  She was surprised that I admitted that I shopped at the GAP, it being such a corparate place and all.  I have nothing to hide, I see all sorts of people at all of those "hipster" bars wearing GAP clothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106141932788987712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106141932788987712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106141932788987712' title='The Kids Are All Shopping At Urban Outfitters For Their Retro Clothing And Not Watching Friends On Thursday Nights, Though Are &quot;Busy&quot; That Day'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106132432773951943</id><published>2003-08-19T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T13:18:47.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Have Really Fucked Myself But Good...</title><summary type='text'>...I showed up an hour late to work yesterday... I wrote down the wrong time!  Good thing I checked once more, I wouldn't have showed up tomorrow.  They were cool with it, understanding at least... but I see that as my "Get Out Of Jail" card.  So now I must never be late for as long as I live... or at least as long as I work at Starbucks.  I also need to proof read thee ol' blog before I post... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106132432773951943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106132432773951943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106132432773951943' title='I Could Have Really Fucked Myself But Good...'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106127927220442199</id><published>2003-08-19T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T00:47:52.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Lil' Post</title><summary type='text'>I'm so tired and I have to be up in four hours.  I suppose I'll sleep soon - PEACE!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106127927220442199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106127927220442199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106127927220442199' title='Small Lil&apos; Post'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106123727980527615</id><published>2003-08-18T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T15:54:31.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powered By Coffee</title><summary type='text'>"Money is better than poverty, if only for financial reasons" - Woody AllenI'm not going to say that I'm all that much a fan of Woody, but this quote is on target, seeing that I'm effected by money which sucks, but that's all part of being American.  Food and clothing, aside from rent, are the only things I really need to worry about, not even clothing much.  Mostly, any extra money I have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106123727980527615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106123727980527615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106123727980527615' title='Powered By Coffee'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106091819395513273</id><published>2003-08-14T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T20:34:21.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work...</title><summary type='text'>3:30 A.M. Get up for work (Starbucks)4:15 A.M. Leave for work (Starbucks)4:50 A.M Showed up to work (Starbucks)6:50 A.M. After sitting in front of a computer for two hours (POS Training) I left work for...uh, work.7:20 A.M. Showed up to work (GAP)10:20 A.M. After standing in front of a register for two hours (POS Training) I left work for...uh, work.10:40 A.M. Showed up for more POS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106091819395513273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106091819395513273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106091819395513273' title='Work...'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106081430622632279</id><published>2003-08-13T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T15:43:09.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><summary type='text'>I have stuff to take care of... minor little things that I can take care of by way of phone, but still... I sitting down and resting for now.  I've had a few couple of busy days and now I can chill out.  I really don't have time to deal with any ladies at the moment and really need to focus on other shit that is less stressful.  One of things I need to do today is, call in my hours.  For some odd</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106081430622632279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106081430622632279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106081430622632279' title='Rest'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106074691896473994</id><published>2003-08-12T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T20:55:18.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Planet</title><summary type='text'>So, it appears that after one night together (no sex... honest) Lalita has decided that she was maybe to into me... so she says.  It's just as well, we wouldn't have went any where.  She didn't like dogs, and I do plan on getting one eventually.  She did have a lot of "issues" that I already knew about... now it seems hardly a concern.  We did establish last night that we'd be exclusive... so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106074691896473994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106074691896473994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106074691896473994' title='Lonely Planet'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106063464715065530</id><published>2003-08-11T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T14:30:43.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midtown Traffic</title><summary type='text'>Oh man... what in hell was I thinking today.  I thought I had to be at work at Starbucks today (their training store on N.W. 21st and Lovejoy)  They always recommed that you show up to your shift 30 minutes early as to make a drink for yourself and to check up on what's going on.  Anyhow, When I got there, there was nobody there.  This was a 11:30 A.M.  So I went around to the actual store in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106063464715065530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106063464715065530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106063464715065530' title='Midtown Traffic'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106058409931038886</id><published>2003-08-10T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T23:41:39.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Will Flow</title><summary type='text'>So... here I am with two jobs I like, dating a new girl who likes me as much as I like her, and living with a understanding roommate that's coll with me sliding on the rent until I get it together.  I've stated before maybe that I live a charmed life... I believe it.  I am happy, and for once I'm not waiting for the other foot to drop.  I do fine being me lately, and I think if I tried to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106058409931038886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106058409931038886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106058409931038886' title='Everything Will Flow'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106047836912077187</id><published>2003-08-09T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T18:20:26.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In It For The Money</title><summary type='text'>So, today was my last day at Pizza what-ever-the-fuck it's called.  What's good about it was, I made good tips.  With those tips, I picked up Supergrass' In It For The Money.  This album will rock your sorry asses!  The title is fitting, seeing I'm working like a bastard for the next few weeks.  At least it will keep me busy for awhile.  I'm starting to meet new people as well.  Spaking of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106047836912077187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106047836912077187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106047836912077187' title='In It For The Money'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106035502514174303</id><published>2003-08-08T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T14:35:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Have Two Jobs</title><summary type='text'>I went ahead and quit the Pizza job, and I'm stickin with the GAP and Starbucks.  I actually have a goal now... a reasonable goal at that.  you can call it my "52 Year Plan" (Bottle Rocket reference)This isn't all that great of a photo, but this is where I'll be working.  Okay, it would appear that my computer is having some major issues.  I'll just go ahead and post this and post more later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106035502514174303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106035502514174303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106035502514174303' title='Now I Have Two Jobs'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106026967275783829</id><published>2003-08-07T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T08:21:12.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Damn Right It's A Beautiful Day!</title><summary type='text'>This is a title a name of a Beck song.  Though it is a beautiful morning so far.  I have no jobs today, though I do have to stop by a few of them to take care of some job-shit.  I went out breifly last night, and it was fine.  Though I am waiting for Lalita to come back to see if anything will happen, I'm still not really sure if I need to get involved with anyone.  Though I am starting to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106026967275783829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106026967275783829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106026967275783829' title='God Damn Right It&apos;s A Beautiful Day!'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106010474741565594</id><published>2003-08-05T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T10:32:27.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Jeans and Stale Popcorn</title><summary type='text'>"You are only here for a short time." I reminded myself... a short time to take avantage of all of those savings!  It was the last hour of the last day of the end of the summer sale, and there I was with two hundred dollars and not a thing in my hand.  I've been in the fucking store for an hour already; even the plain clothes security gaurd was bored with me.  I think half of that time was spent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106010474741565594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106010474741565594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106010474741565594' title='New Jeans and Stale Popcorn'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106005703443273735</id><published>2003-08-04T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T21:17:14.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting Gears A Bit</title><summary type='text'>...Okay.  I've been slightly unfocused with this fourm.  I'm going to try and keep light hearted about various topics, such as heartbrake and proverty.  I do have some things to say, but I'm going to plan out what I say before I say it.  Work at the GAP kind of sucked, seeing as we had to sit on a hard floor doing typical training excercises... boring bullshit like that.  I still have crap to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106005703443273735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106005703443273735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106005703443273735' title='Shifting Gears A Bit'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-106000954935074657</id><published>2003-08-04T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T08:05:49.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Deformed</title><summary type='text'>I really am in a good position right now.  Of course, I should wait to blow my own horn.  I still have a temper issue that came out yesterday.  The GAP went well and the pizza place was hell, I almost tore into someone bigtime.  I really do need to see someone about my temper.  Today I go in for a couple of hours of training... than I get to relax a bit.  Okay, more later maybe... I do need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106000954935074657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/106000954935074657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106000954935074657' title='Super Deformed'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105992332709154566</id><published>2003-08-03T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T08:08:47.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack-O-Laterns And Black Cats... It Must Be August</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday while I was at Meier &amp; Frank, I noticed that they have there Halloween shit up already.  I love the fall as much as the next dude, but it's only August 2nd... uh, 3rd.  Well, I spoke with Lalita yesterday as well and it went rather good (I should have said well, but seeing I had just said well a moment before, it just looked weird)  So, I have her number and she has mine, so we'll see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105992332709154566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105992332709154566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105992332709154566' title='Jack-O-Laterns And Black Cats... It Must Be August'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105983235366407936</id><published>2003-08-02T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T07:38:50.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalita</title><summary type='text'>...At least that's what she told me her name is.  I probably misspelled the shit out of that name.  Well, I work next store to her and lately we've been talking.  Yesterday we spoke for a good hour.  It was nice.  I'm running late, get back with you all later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105983235366407936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105983235366407936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105983235366407936' title='Lalita'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105975222724147276</id><published>2003-08-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T08:37:07.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Dare To Give Up This Awfulness</title><summary type='text'>So, here it is on a Friday morning.  I think I'm getting my insomnia back.  In the summertime (every summer for the past decade or so) I always tend to wake up around 1:30 a.m. and am struck by a loneliness that I cn't tend to shake.  I do have other issues as well.  Maybe I should leave town for awhile, though there is no way in hell I can go anywhere, with the new job thing and all.  during the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105975222724147276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105975222724147276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105975222724147276' title='I Would Dare To Give Up This Awfulness'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105969658013764018</id><published>2003-07-31T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T22:46:59.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh...Women!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I just don't know.  I've had more mixed signals this week alone than for most of the year.  This whole interaction with the opposite sex thing is overrated man... or woman depending on who's reading.  I ran into a friend of mine who I hadn't seen in awhile at a bar and she told me to stop by and say hi at the bar she works at and than we would catch a game of pool.   So of course when I do,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105969658013764018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105969658013764018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105969658013764018' title='Urgh...Women!'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105966327090258428</id><published>2003-07-31T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T07:54:30.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Going On</title><summary type='text'>Okay, now that I'm done promoting the shit I like, I may as well point out the fact that I still have three jobs... all thinking that I'm still available for all hours.  I know for sure that I'm sticking with Starbucks.  benefits start at 20 hours a week, and you can always pick up extra shifts at any Strabucks, there are at least 100 in metro Portland.  I was hoping to work at the GAP (awesome </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105966327090258428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105966327090258428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105966327090258428' title='What&apos;s Going On'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105958482554731399</id><published>2003-07-30T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T10:14:25.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speakerboxxx/The Love Below</title><summary type='text'>Looks as if OutKast are finally going to release their double album Speakerboxxx/The Love Below.  It's been a good three or so years since Stankonia.  As I understand, it's going to be a sort of solo release... the only comparison I can think of at the moment is Pink Floyd's Ummagumma.  They did something similar.  Anyhow, I'm looking forward to it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105958482554731399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105958482554731399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105958482554731399' title='Speakerboxxx/The Love Below'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105949212442609433</id><published>2003-07-29T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T08:24:29.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice </title><summary type='text'>Hmmm, The new Puffy album came out recently; It's called Nice.  Here they are known as PuffyAmiYumi because Puff Daddy sued them... then he changed his name to P-Diddy... go figure.  In Japan they are the shit.  I have two of their CD's Spike and Illustrated History.  Both fine releases.  I suppose you should be a fan of J-pop.  I really like the sound of this new album though.  I may wait to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105949212442609433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105949212442609433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105949212442609433' title='Nice '/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105941969080069138</id><published>2003-07-28T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T12:14:50.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update On The Job Front</title><summary type='text'>Well, at this moment I have three jobs.  One at the GAP, Pizza Smitzza (can I never spell that), and now Starbucks.  I should go out and not be lazy... though it's going to be up to 98 degrees</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105941969080069138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105941969080069138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105941969080069138' title='Update On The Job Front'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105940833197427327</id><published>2003-07-28T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T09:18:27.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nag Champa</title><summary type='text'>So, last night I went to Michelle's which was low-key but fun, the only sore spot was when her ex-girlfriend Nicole showed up... though luckly that didn't last too long.  I have this as a link, but all ya'll should check out retroCRUSH.  This is an awesome site from out of Sacramento.  If any one is from Nor Cal, check this site for going-ons in the valley.  Also, another site of note is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105940833197427327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105940833197427327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105940833197427327' title='Nag Champa'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105932317218288280</id><published>2003-07-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T09:26:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Is Like Sunday</title><summary type='text'>For not having any money, I spent a lot last night; though I'd say it was worth it.  I ran into Lila last night.  She is someone I've known for a few years and have always been fond of.  I got pretty drunk last night so when I got home I drank about a gallon of water... had to get up a few times to use the bathroom, but I woke less hungover than I probably would have.  It looks as if my peeps </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105932317218288280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105932317218288280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105932317218288280' title='Everyday Is Like Sunday'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105919098939602189</id><published>2003-07-25T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T20:43:09.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Gawd!</title><summary type='text'>So, now I have two jobs!  Though I don't think I'll be able to keep one without alienating the other...crazy shit.  I am waiting for Starbucks to call back.  At the pizza joint I get free pizza, though at the GAP, I get an awesomw discount, an 25 cents more.  I really hope I can work at the two.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105919098939602189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105919098939602189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105919098939602189' title='Oh My Gawd!'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105914491458806313</id><published>2003-07-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T07:55:14.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scerching For Rachel Girshick</title><summary type='text'>There is one regret I have, and that is not persuing a long distant relationship with Rachel Girshick.  She was one of the best things to happen to me... an I let it go.  I'm pining away for her at the moment.  Could it be that I'm lonely?  Maybe.  Most assuredly.  Today I start my new job.  In two hours or so.  I have tons of new stuff up and coming on the Hit &amp; Run fourm soon.  Keep a look out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105914491458806313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105914491458806313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105914491458806313' title='Scerching For Rachel Girshick'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-10590655690350156</id><published>2003-07-24T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T09:52:49.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Movies</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday, finally having a moment to relax, I watched quite a few movies I haven't seen in awhile.  Fight Club, Trois Couleurs Box Set... all three films, Cowboy Bebop disc one (5 episodes) and Adaption.  I was busy doing other things, but I was able to watch most of them.  I had time to update my blog to add another link in "Other Folks", Tammy The Receptionist.  I know her as Sarah, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/10590655690350156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/10590655690350156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#10590655690350156' title='Watching Movies'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105901830628495350</id><published>2003-07-23T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T20:55:02.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Can Make It Through The Summer...</title><summary type='text'>Today is a day of better news.  I got a call back from the GAP and still have that second interview with Starbucks tomorrow.  I also have the first part of It's Only Art up on the Hit &amp; Run fourm.  At least I can breathe a little easier now that I have at least one job.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105901830628495350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105901830628495350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105901830628495350' title='If I Can Make It Through The Summer...'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105899406890022246</id><published>2003-07-23T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T14:11:04.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Not) Borders</title><summary type='text'>One week and a day, and I found a job.  It's for a pizza pub, so I kind of excited about it.  I start on Friday, which is pretty awesome.  I'll make tips there so now I'll have some money that day... maybe.  I do have to get trained.  I really should thank my friend Bill from The Rock Bottom, as he was the one who helped me to get the job.  Anyhow, I've only eaten twice in the past 48 or so hours</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105899406890022246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105899406890022246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105899406890022246' title='(Not) Borders'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105894030970049574</id><published>2003-07-22T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T23:05:09.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down The Fucking Wire!</title><summary type='text'>Okay... I'm starting to panic.  I'm not use to not be working for so long.  Seriously, I like to work and me not working is really starting to effect me.  I must admit that I'm eating less... much less.  That's fine for now, but pretty soon I'll have to worry about rent and other bills.  Unemployment may take as long as three to four weeks.  I'll be the first to say that I would much rather work,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105894030970049574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105894030970049574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105894030970049574' title='Down The Fucking Wire!'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105888670888196103</id><published>2003-07-22T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T08:11:48.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Links And DVD Recommends</title><summary type='text'>I got around to update my "friends" list (Other Folks).  I added on blogs by people who I run into online or by certain fourms.  Right now I'm waiting to make a phone call... I have to wait until eight, which is fifthteen minutes from now.  Today I'm going to work out and than catch up on studying... I'll check on a few places for work, but otherwise I really should buckle down and study.  Here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105888670888196103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105888670888196103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105888670888196103' title='Updated Links And DVD Recommends'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105884200746177733</id><published>2003-07-21T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T19:46:47.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late In July</title><summary type='text'>Well, I had that interview with the GAP, which happend to be a "group" interview.  I am fairly confident, but still... it was a little discouraging, only because I thought I'd deal with someone myself.  Luckly for me, only a few people there seem to be commited working any damn time the GAP wants them too.  It occured to me that I won't be talking to some of my lady friends from work... customers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105884200746177733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105884200746177733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105884200746177733' title='Late In July'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105871889004044976</id><published>2003-07-20T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T09:34:50.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumatra Mandehling</title><summary type='text'>Oh, the title is named after my favorite coffee.  Stumptown Coffee Roasters roast a really great Sumatra Mendehling as well as a Samatra Goya Mountain blend.  Sumatra coffee is usually a dark roast, I tend to describe it as "muddy", which in this case is a good thing.  the Sumatra Goya Mountain is a Fair Trade Coffee.  Fair Trade Coffe is is coffee bought from growers who get "fair" wages, as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105871889004044976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105871889004044976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105871889004044976' title='Sumatra Mandehling'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105868741972053187</id><published>2003-07-20T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T00:50:19.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carn't Sleep</title><summary type='text'>Jesus, I just can't get any sleep.  I have nothing interesting to say aside from that.  If I get up early enough I'll go out for an extended bike ride.  I'll add more to this later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105868741972053187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105868741972053187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105868741972053187' title='Carn&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498326.post-105866411756641227</id><published>2003-07-19T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T18:21:57.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Flyer</title><summary type='text'>It looks as if my luck has finally turned, I have four interviews set up for next week, and I actually like the bike I have now better than the one that was stolen.  I forgot to mention, that I cut a vital artery today, but fixed it myself... I'll explain that one later.  I put in eight applications and two of them I set up for interviews.  I am going to call on two more, so that may make six.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105866411756641227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498326/posts/default/105866411756641227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabbagecity.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105866411756641227' title='Radio Flyer'/><author><name>Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980575067741546902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-309.vo.llnwd.net/00239/90/36/239846309_l.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
