<?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-19705647</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:37:22.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>starting monday...</title><subtitle type='html'>i will exercise, quit overeating, and be productive.  Just one more weekend....i promise.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-114877006332043228</id><published>2006-05-27T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T15:49:06.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butch and femme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm here in this sort of encased state of mind. It's Saturday and I'm off, enjoying my time with my hunny. She's such an incredible singer and I want to share it with the world. Speaking of which...for me my American Idol winner is .........Elliot Yamin! We love you Elliot! He was the most talented singer, way better than Taylor Hicks! He's the one who should be parading around like the mack daddy he is. Whoo hoo! In other news, I've been on hiatus only due to not having anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I do....maybe. Go Dixie Chicks! Bust that stereotype about country being stupid and Bush loving. Their new album is amazing and no less capable of bringing non-country fans to them than bush haters. Anyway, they are sounding as good as ever and it's about time they come back around to give us the goods on extraordinary music playing since their last album. Another shout out to the premiere of X-men III-the last stand.....worth going through the first two. The thing I love about the X-men series is that it's about normal people who happen to have mutations. You got Magneto, the first villian I have ever empathized with and Charles Xavier, his old friend. It shows more humanistic qualities than any other comic book based movie. That's what I liked about the interaction between Jean Grey and Wolverine. Also the gay subtext of "coming out" and rejecting the different. Surely everyone can relate to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I'm trying to get back into writing. I don't want to lose my artsy side to nursing school. I don't ever think I'm ever going to stop being artsy. I'm also getting in the mood to play guitar and sing and possibly write song. We'll see. Until then, good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-114877006332043228?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/114877006332043228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=114877006332043228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114877006332043228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114877006332043228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/05/butch-and-femme.html' title='butch and femme'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-114416653589128937</id><published>2006-04-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:02:15.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally employed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So far so good.  Right now I'm bagging groceries @ Whole Foods which is not so bad.  The days go by quickly and last Sunday we were busy most of the day.  The people are really nice and encouraging.  I'm glad to be in the workforce again.  It is hard to start a new job, but with confidence and determination, I'm sure I'll do well.  It's a process like anything else.  I intend on getting better and better at bagging.  One place that sucks at bagging is Target.  I swear they are all bad and wasteful.  Oh, most snobby people want paper bags.  Of course, they have to be more difficult on us.  The customers seem decent, but these people are rich and I am bound to run into some spoiled debutantes.  I'm used to that from Plano.  At Starbucks, however, everyone was cool.  We'll see.  Have a Happy April!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-114416653589128937?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/114416653589128937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=114416653589128937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114416653589128937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114416653589128937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-finally-employed.html' title='I&apos;m finally employed!!'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-114308919093931746</id><published>2006-03-22T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:46:30.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry...been caught up in getting a job</title><content type='html'>So, yeah.  I have a job interview for Whole Foods tomorrow and I'm a bit nervous, but I really have nothing to lose.  I still have this Kohl's job...kinda, but I still need to have faith in the universe.  Anyway, I've been doing that and studying really hard for this Biology class.  Sheesh, there is so much to remember.  I just want to take the test and get on with it. We had to dissect squid, clam, crawfish, and earthworm.  Yummy!  It's so gross.  After tomorrow, I will be relieved or worried.  I will be relieved either way.  Go, Ili.  Thursdays are good days!  Have a great day!  Sorry Jenny.  I have nothing funny...except my trying to be a college student. ha...ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-114308919093931746?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/114308919093931746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=114308919093931746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114308919093931746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114308919093931746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorrybeen-caught-up-in-getting-job.html' title='sorry...been caught up in getting a job'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-114177638811904036</id><published>2006-03-07T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:06:28.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my feet hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Damn retail.  Always hurting my feet.  Anyway, I feel like I cannot escape Kohl's.  Oh the joy that is my job.  One thing I do like about it is that you can totally zone out and still do your job efficiently.  Customers will always be stupid, esp. white, older women.  This one got so excited about rugs she slapped my arm really hard.  No apologies.  RUGS.  Damn.  Must be nice to do nothing but shop at one in the afternoon.  I had to push this huge cart full of stuff from the customer service desk and there was this sign in front of me.  I rammed it and said. "excuse me maam," as a joke and people panicked at first but then started laughing.  I thought it was funny, too.  I wish it would have been a real "maam."  Retail does make me laugh more than corporate jobs.  I have less pressure to succeed.  I work with some fun people, which is cool.  And Kohl's does have cool things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In response to marriage.  I haven't found that many straight or gay couples that should get married anyway....so I'm just going to say, be kind, rewind, and pass the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-114177638811904036?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/114177638811904036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=114177638811904036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114177638811904036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114177638811904036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-feet-hurt.html' title='my feet hurt'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-114062344096525357</id><published>2006-02-22T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T07:52:44.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaping what you sew</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was talking to my dad's wife about my grandmother last night and something she said struck me. She said that my grandmother feels so alone and depressed. That wasn't what struck me. What struck me was when Sylvia said that my grandmother feels that way due to the fact that she spent most of her years alienating everybody, pushing them away with judgment, complaining, and outright rudeness. Her husband is deaf and cannot take care of himself. The only son that has taken care of her she shuns, constantly reminding everyone that she didn't want another son (My father). Her family doesn't want to hang out with her. Of course! She IS alone. Then I thought about how I've done that to so many people, almost involuntarily. How I've judged one person for one reason or another. I've jeopardized my relationships with negativity. I've dated negative people that have sucked the life out of me. I've done so much to make people feel like shit. It is now that I'm sorry. The ironic part is that I found someone so unlike myself and my past who has unintentionally showed me what it's like to be a happy, understanding, and a thoughtful human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want to be my grandmother. I don't want to come to the end of my life, scared, depressed, and guilt-ridden. It takes a process, but I want to be a better person full of forgiveness, surrender, and energy to begin again. How do you want to see the end of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-114062344096525357?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/114062344096525357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=114062344096525357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114062344096525357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114062344096525357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/reaping-what-you-sew.html' title='Reaping what you sew'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-114022308799974828</id><published>2006-02-17T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:38:08.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm goals, goals, goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The hardest part about moving on with life is letting go of the past, especially if you were happiest back then.  That is why when I feel like that I give myself a bunch of goals to get me thinking about hopeful things.  My goals are these (in no particular order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.  Continue school throughout the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.  Transfer to U.T. Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.  Get my Bachelor's in Nursing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.  Lose 30 lbs. by the end of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.  Travel, travel, travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6.  Read at least ten books this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Visit new places in Dallas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8.  Move to Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is so much I want to do and I have no time to waste.  What are your goals?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-114022308799974828?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/114022308799974828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=114022308799974828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114022308799974828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/114022308799974828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/mmmm-goals-goals-goals.html' title='Mmmm goals, goals, goals'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113996683432685017</id><published>2006-02-14T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:27:14.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ex-smoker, the hypocrite</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, I'm willing to take responsibility for my coming across as the hypocrite ex-smoker, but honestly I have more of a say in this whole smoking matter.  I know both sides.  For one, I have NEVER seen a happy smoker, EVER.  People, you cannot honestly tell me that you have because if you are....well you would love yourself enough to NOT smoke.  I can vouch for the fact that all my years of smoking, I was incredibly unhappy.  I can't say that being in love with someone hasn't helped me quit.  However, I agree that people need to make their own choices.  I'm making the choice to be smoke-free for MY health.  You have the choice to do what you want, but when you don't give us the choice to be smoke-free, you are going against what you believe in: Choice.  If a smoker is going to choose smoking over hanging out with good friends, there is a problem.  We are reaching thirty years of age.  I had an epiphany last night at the restaurant when I saw a couple of teen agers almost half of our age smoking like it is the coolest thing in the world.  Lets face it.  We're has beens.  It is time to take the biggest risk of all....growing up.  This is life and death.  Just because you think you have plenty of time to quit, live, etc. does not mean you do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the "angry smoker" and I'm angry for starting in the first place.  However, it is a great feeling to know that you have a CHOICE in whether you are going to continue to do so or if you are going to quit.  It is difficult.  I don't pretend to think it is not.  I see it as this, though:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm getting too old for this crap.  I want to LIVE and breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113996683432685017?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113996683432685017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113996683432685017&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113996683432685017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113996683432685017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/ex-smoker-hypocrite.html' title='the ex-smoker, the hypocrite'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113958722926571879</id><published>2006-02-10T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:00:29.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another great rainy day</title><content type='html'>My three favorite things are rainy days, Starbucks, and my writing utensils.  I've been thinking so much about school that I don't ever write any more.  Well, Jadyn and I will be moving to Oakcliff at the end of the month.  We're almost done with the painting.  Gosh, painting takes such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like you have taken a vacation from yourself?  Lately I feel like I haven't been myself.  I don't write as much as I used to and I'm not reading.  I need a leisure book.  What do you guys do when you don't feel yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you that cats are the best therapy.  Everyone should have a pet of some sort, unless you are cruel and angry.  They make me very happy and keep me in the present moment.  What are your biggest fears?  These are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Being homeless&lt;br /&gt;2. Tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;3. Having an incurable disease&lt;br /&gt;4. Being heart broken&lt;br /&gt;5. Wasting valuable time&lt;br /&gt;6. Plane crashes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113958722926571879?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113958722926571879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113958722926571879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113958722926571879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113958722926571879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-great-rainy-day.html' title='Another great rainy day'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113907304197609317</id><published>2006-02-04T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T09:10:41.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Bjork</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She just has this way of displaying emotions through unusual sound.  She uses all elements of music in order to really get you to feel what she feels.  Her voice is definitely used as an unusual instrument.  Anyway, I've found a new appreciation for the Icelandic princess.   I love listening to her when I'm writing blog entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's funny.  My friends and I were talking about being single and how some people can't handle it.  Well, I'm here to say that being single does NOT mean that you are not desireable!  Being single is grand.  You don't have to compromise your time and energy to a potentially unworthy person.  You can go wherever you want without having to answer a million questions.  And you can be friends with your exes without your current having a problem with it.  There is a lot of idealism to be had when you are single.  Of course, it is great to have someone to snuggle with, but that can get old, especially if they snore or exude a significant amount of body heat and sleep with their mouth open and have buck teeth, and don't have sex with you, and end up being straight and marrying some stupid hick....oh wait.  Flashback.  Overall, I like being in a relationship and all.  But single gives you a chance to look really good and not gain "I'm comfortable" weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113907304197609317?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113907304197609317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113907304197609317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113907304197609317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113907304197609317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-bjork.html' title='I love Bjork'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113891607258185532</id><published>2006-02-02T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:34:32.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things about me that everyone knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay for starters I am not going to say anything sexual so you guys don't have to be put off.  Here are a few things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1.  Whenever a fave song comes on, I fantasize about being on stage singing it...that or playing drums for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2.  I stare into space sometimes while Jenny talks to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3.  I talk to myself when other people are around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4.  I crave McDonald's but don't eat there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5.  I loooove really depressing songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6.  I cry for no reason sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7.  I secretly want everyone to want me....heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8.  I enjoy gay porn. (everyone knows that.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9.  I fantasize about hiding from bad guys when I take a poo, especially when i leave the lights off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10.  I love taking a poo.  It's the best release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11.  I fantasize about running over "W".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12.  I think about what I should have said...years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm sure I have more, but marinate on those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113891607258185532?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113891607258185532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113891607258185532&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113891607258185532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113891607258185532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-about-me-that-everyone-knows.html' title='Things about me that everyone knows'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113864081085271422</id><published>2006-01-30T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:06:50.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee and cigarettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Although I am proud of quitting, I still miss smoking with a nice, hot cup of coffee.  I used to love waking up (when Texas had a winter) on a crisp morning, going outside, lighting up and warming my hands around a mug of joe.  Oooh, those were the days.  Of course, for THE longest time my mother didn't know I smoked so I'd have to wait until she left for work in order to enjoy this routine.  Yet, when I started living with roommates, those were one of the few things I enjoyed.  Actually, it seemed that most of the time I would be spending the night at other people's houses, smoking their cigarettes (Sorry Jenny).  Now that I'm "healthy" I have no energy or desire to get up.  Just kidding.  Man, the media has really brainwashed us into thinking smoking is so cool.  Smoke Break!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113864081085271422?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113864081085271422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113864081085271422&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113864081085271422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113864081085271422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/coffee-and-cigarettes.html' title='coffee and cigarettes'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113856406734102453</id><published>2006-01-29T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T11:47:47.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it aint so</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your drug is a heartbreaker.  I love listening to old songs that remind me of a better time and place.  It's similar to those ex-college students that are always sayin', "back in college."  Anyway, I never went to college, but I know that there are some songs that remind me of a time where I didn't need to worry about my future.  It was a time when everything was smooth sailing.  Fun times at twenty-something.  Oh, dear, now that I'm reaching thirty fast, I see this dark, inevitable cloud that is going to force me to grow up and get a life.  I am always on edge about the future.  Maybe I should be like a buddhist monk and live for "now."  But, that might ruin my credit.  "I'll pay that bill later.  I'm living in the now.  I need that cool IPOD NOW!"  Mmm.  I think I'll just enjoy what I have and take it a breath at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113856406734102453?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113856406734102453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113856406734102453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113856406734102453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113856406734102453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/say-it-aint-so.html' title='Say it aint so'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113848444385498647</id><published>2006-01-28T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:40:44.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm going to go through such a shock when i start working.  I've been unemployed for too long.  On the bright side I am caught up with school.  It is actually raining on this glorious Saturday.  It feels good to be at home cleaning, enjoying music while you play on the computer, or just lounging to the sounds of kittens running around the living room.  The warmth of everyday is what I live for.  What would you do if you had all the money you needed and had all the time in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113848444385498647?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113848444385498647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113848444385498647&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113848444385498647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113848444385498647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/everyday.html' title='everyday'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113839417029969377</id><published>2006-01-27T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:36:10.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Dance</title><content type='html'>Oh, man.  I hate mixed signals when it comes to dating. Playing hard to get is over-rated.  Those are games you play when you are young enough to think that you have all the time in the world.  Do you ever notice that second and third marriages happen quicker than the first?  That's because by the time you have the second of third marriage (i.e. relationship) you realize that life is too short to be playing mind and other games.  Use that talent instead to keep your sex life full of fun and flavor.  There is no time for insecurity and crippling fears of rejection.  The reason I bring this up is because I have this friend who is bent on this chick who keeps doing the push/pull thing.  In her defense, though, maybe being&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;means succumbing to others high expectations of you and that can be nerve-wracking.  "What if they realize that my nostril hairs are too disgusting when close up?  Ahhhhh!!!! Nose Hairs.  She's scarier in person!  Oh Gawd.  None of this matters when you fall in love.  Although, I get nervous when I first start dating someone because I fart a LOT....I mean, a LOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113839417029969377?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113839417029969377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113839417029969377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113839417029969377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113839417029969377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-dance.html' title='Let&apos;s Dance'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113811780897879311</id><published>2006-01-24T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T07:50:09.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing like a day off</title><content type='html'>Ha.  I've had a month off.  Goodness.  So, here's a quote that i like:  Death is not the greatest loss in life.  The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.- Norman Cousins.  Oh, I need a life, for real.  A month without a job is a bit stressful especially if you feel you have no prospects.  Here, here, to the unemployed.  For those of you who are making money effortlessly, fuck you.  For those who work hard for your money, kudos.  And for those who collect unemployment, can you teach me how to do that cuz..... I have to give a shout out to smileyplum for her big step in joining our writing circle.  Welcome Jenny, welcome.  And also a shout out to Carri for showing her your boobs so that she would.  Grrrrrrowl.  I know, I'm a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to confess something.  Sex is really hard when you're distracted by life.  I've been stressed for so long, I don't feel anything! Don't get me wrong.  I love sex and I get turned on, but most of sex for females is mental and I'm impotent mentally.  Talk to me peeps.  Whatcha think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113811780897879311?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113811780897879311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113811780897879311&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113811780897879311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113811780897879311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothing-like-day-off.html' title='nothing like a day off'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113807425420559173</id><published>2006-01-23T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:44:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good ole monday patriotism</title><content type='html'>yeah, well there is nothing good about monday except that, um, anyway,  I want to say hello to Tuesday..those are better days. oh the joy of boredom and frivolty.  I am ready to continue this life with days full of laughter, joy, and prosperity.  But, first I must know why there are black republicans and more so...why are there GAY REPUBLICANS?  Why would you vote for somebody that is against you?  And don't say it's the money aspect that makes you republican.  I'm tired of people subduing their morale for more immediate, selfish reasons ( their own situations).  Ayn Rand once wrote:  "The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum.  Whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles."  What are YOUR basic principles?  I'm convinced there are two kinds of people; people who put love first and those that do not.  I think this world is losing their convictions.  We have lost our sense of worthiness, of what's important.  What can be more important than taking care of each other?  I almost wonder if this world needs something like an ice age to just give us the ultimate shock into reality....let's survive, let's be a team. (insert patriotic music)  an above all.  your life in itself is useless if you don't contribute with others.  Go Green Party!  GO unselfish democrats...hee hee.  Democrats are republicans in disguise anyway.  We need more choices!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113807425420559173?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113807425420559173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113807425420559173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113807425420559173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113807425420559173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-ole-monday-patriotism.html' title='good ole monday patriotism'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113743237783899084</id><published>2006-01-16T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:26:17.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hide and seek</title><content type='html'>oh, another monday and i am employed.  i won't say where, but it's good for now.  i've been introduced to a cool new band by Meredith: Imogen Heap.  It's really cool and my favorite song so far is hide and seek.  jadyn loves it too and they have a song on the Chronicles of Narnia, which I have not seen.  love is in the air everywhere and i love it.  jadyn and i are moving into my dad's duplex and it was built in the early teens of the twentieth century.  it has hard wood floors and arch ways, etc.  cool house and we're going to paint it beautiful greens and blues and a chilled wine for the office/dining nook.  i'm excited about life and i hope that all is well with everyone.   still not cold enough for January, but it's rainy today and that's okay with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113743237783899084?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113743237783899084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113743237783899084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113743237783899084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113743237783899084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/hide-and-seek.html' title='hide and seek'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113657192177193372</id><published>2006-01-06T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T10:25:21.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions and choices</title><content type='html'>I was watching the news and they had Dr Laura there talking about how people need to get over the fact that they had a bad childhood.  As much as I hate to think that Dr. Laura has anything good to say, what she was saying about "closure" being overrated and psycho babble I agreed with.  Looking for "closure" is a waste time if only for the fact that you never get it the way you really want it, so move on.  Admit that you have shitty parents and move on.  The time is now.  That's all you got and quit blaming your being an asshole because your dad beat you.  Or having intimacy issues because your mommy didn't give you enough hugs.  I'm sick of the whiners who want to be a victim forever...like my mother who can't get over that it is her own damn fault for being complacent.  That the reason why I don't visit is because I don't want to hear bitching and moaning about the same shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh start, that's why I love the New Year.  I don't even want to think about the good times in the past, because that's where they belong: IN THE PAST.  We all have choices here.  It's just a choice away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My revised New Years Resolution is this:  We're movin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113657192177193372?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113657192177193372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113657192177193372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113657192177193372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113657192177193372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/decisions-and-choices.html' title='decisions and choices'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113648391711190565</id><published>2006-01-05T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T09:58:37.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooh that's right</title><content type='html'>Just hear listening to Coldplay.  A beautiful Thursday in Plastic, Texas.  I've been looking at prerequisites for school of health services.  I don't know whether to do Physical Therapy or be a nurse.  I'd like to be a nurse practitioner.  Hmm.  Decisions, decisions.  I DO want to do something in the medical field.  Fun stuff.  Blood and guts, yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you ( i.e. one of you who reads this. Thank you, hunny) have a good day!  Ryan, good luck with your situation.  kudos if you leave.  Greg and Ally Cat....good luck in taking the plunge...you're gonna need it.  J/k.  Meredith, how's the editing going?  How's the cat home search going?  Dad, thanks for the help in school and a new place to live, whoo hoo!  Dallas here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113648391711190565?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113648391711190565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113648391711190565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113648391711190565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113648391711190565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/ooooh-thats-right.html' title='ooooh that&apos;s right'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113640342794118399</id><published>2006-01-04T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:37:07.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>It's finally 2006 and I'm ready for a new life, a new job, a new start.  I've been complacent too long.  Thanks to Jadyn, I've had an eye opening experience.  I've been too lazy to succeed.  Don't get me wrong.  Jadyn is not saying I am lazy.  She just put things into perspective.  I'm too old to not be going to school and getting a degree.  I've spent all these years learning other lessons like how to get along with others and who NOT to date.  Now, it's time to be good to myself and have higher expectations of myself.  So, friends.....I'm a new woman.  It's time to head towards my thirties with ambition and desire to better myself....and all that jazz.  I'm tired of seeing my friends and my mother struggling because they don't have choices that having a degree provides.  I want to choose life, choose love, and choose hard work.  Now if I can only find a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113640342794118399?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113640342794118399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113640342794118399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113640342794118399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113640342794118399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113579102205124235</id><published>2005-12-28T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:18:18.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hump day</title><content type='html'>i'm trying to get over that hump where you want to exercise regularly, but don't have the energy. all in due time, i guess. it's sixty eight degrees out this december morning. whoo hoo! this is just too weird for Texas even. people used to tease me about the natural catastrophe that might occur due to drastic changes in the environment, but the clues are there. watch "The Day After Tomorrow." there are some serious climactic occurences that need consideration. maybe that's why i want to get into the medical field. i need those skills just in case. call me crazy, but having a computer degree or business degree isn't going to help you when we have a nuclear holocaust. something to think about. so the new years resolution is to get as physically fit as possible, eat healthy, and get involved with the community. take care of yourselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113579102205124235?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113579102205124235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113579102205124235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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dallas at the end of february.  it's scary to think about it, but it will save us some money and we will be able to live more comfortably.  i'll be going to school so i need to focus and not be distracted by the plano party life.  2006 will be like being eighteen again.  wow, it's been nine years!  i'm soooo behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113569847700933147?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113569847700933147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113569847700933147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113569847700933147'/><link rel='self' 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in love with the late twenties.  at this time you have the courage to love without feeling scared and the wisdom to take it seriously.  this time you are going to get this relationship right.  this time you are going to appreciate the little moments.  i cannot say that i know anyone that doesn't appreciate the little moments, the memories, the sighs, etc.  i think life gives you everything you need.  it is up to you to take the hints offered to you.  love is all you need....all you need is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113565716269648080?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113565716269648080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113565716269648080&amp;isPopup=true' 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christmas this year that makes me feel inspired to write an epic.....it might be the enya music, it might be the love that i have for great storytelling. either way it feels like the muse is all over the place blessing us writers with fantasies of being epochal. ah, the joy of dreaming, imagining the possibilities. last night i had a dream that i only had one week to live...almost like Hades was going to take me away on his chariot. it felt so real, i was stressing out over it in the dream, constantly thinking about what i needed to do to avoid dying. then in a moment of clarity, i decided to take a bunch of risks. i had absolutely nothing to lose; like some metaphysical force said with the voice of sheryl crow, "LIVE IT UP." this dream felt so real that when i woke up i felt such a relief i almost cried from happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the moral of the story is this:  live today like it is six days from the grasp of death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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day.....'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113536249276145895</id><published>2005-12-23T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T10:28:12.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday before christmas eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the stress of christmas is getting to me.  this whole thing is forcing me to grow up faster than I wanted to.  what ever happened to simpler times.  i'm even getting sick of my philosophical mind.  i want time to adjust to this change, but I need to be pushed.  2006 will be the year that Ilianis turns into a woman.  i've got two years to be on the road towards doing something great.  ok, time to go christmas shopping, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113536249276145895?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113536249276145895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113536249276145895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113536249276145895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113536249276145895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday-before-christmas-eve.html' title='friday before christmas eve'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113527994244052992</id><published>2005-12-22T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:32:22.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its getting closer to christmas</title><content type='html'>I cannot shake this illness....freakin' Texas!  Anyway, i'm two or so steps closer to being student....again.  I'm ready for it.  I trust the process of life.  So, my friends just got engaged and i want to congratulate them!!  Congrats Greg and Allison!  Yay!  Allison Kulle...that sounds weird. hee hee.  Man, we are all growing up, huh.....(as Don't stop believin' is playing in the background.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get to the point where you know that something incredibly great is about to happen?  And all the universe is asking for is your patience?  I'm so impatient, which kills me, but this year coming up I'm going to try my damndest to be more patient and not give up just because it's too hard.  Wish me luck!  I'm going to try to lose weight, too.  Yeah, yeah, laugh it up guys.  No one thought I would quit smoking and it's been three months going strong!  Wooooha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113527994244052992?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113527994244052992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113527994244052992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113527994244052992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113527994244052992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-getting-closer-to-christmas.html' title='its getting closer to christmas'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113513627768770495</id><published>2005-12-20T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:37:57.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday rain</title><content type='html'>ugh, no more pei wei for a while.  it's cold outside and i'm ready for a hot chocolate to magically appear at my front door.  i'm also looking for the clue i've been looking for as to what to do with the rest of my life.  ugh!  i'd love to be a filmmaker, PT, musician, acrobat, writer, writer, dj, writer, doctor, actress!  I just want to live!  Damnit, live!  i don't care about anything else!  so, i'll settle for what everyone does....do something safe....  are you guys liking what you're doing?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113513627768770495?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113513627768770495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113513627768770495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113513627768770495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113513627768770495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/tuesday-rain.html' title='tuesday rain'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113503973068168138</id><published>2005-12-19T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:48:50.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new monday</title><content type='html'>and so it is.....i'm about three steps towards to re-enrolling to college...a new start, a new career, a new lease on life.  i'll attempt to get grants first and try to live on ones I don't have to pay back.  i am looking forward to going back, maybe dad and I can go back for a teaching certificate.  I'd love to be a teacher to get three months off during the year so I can travel.  i wouldn't mind teaching middle school history/humanities.  that or highschool psychology/sociology.   So many options.  I'd like to get into radio/television/film, too.  one step at a time....anyway, i ran into an old gal i dated and we talked as if we never had a falling out...strange.  life comes full circle I guess....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113503973068168138?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113503973068168138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113503973068168138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113503973068168138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113503973068168138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-monday.html' title='a new monday'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113493865143794322</id><published>2005-12-18T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T12:44:11.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season</title><content type='html'>to be broke.....yeah. well, my job is one of those soul sucking jobs full of negative energy,etc. and if anyone knows me, they know i'm a bonafide hippy full of auras and lights and needing positive people around me.  my enemy is discouraging people full of fear.  back i say, back.  i will not fear this momentary lapse of stress.  i am tired of being an adult about things.  that's boring.  life is not about money, or even full security...the only thing that is constant is change.  however, starbucks called me up and told me i had some stock i could sell and i took the opportunity to do so!  good! anyway, all i want for christmas is my mother to stop being so bitter, stubborn, and ego-centric, for my brother to make me laugh, my father to give me encouraging words, for last christmas he gave me his support, which i hold dear, and for my friends to do what they've always done, tolerated me through all these years....thanks Jenny and Mere.  And finally for my girlfriend to give me that look that gives me chills everytime....i love you hunny!  Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ili =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113493865143794322?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113493865143794322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113493865143794322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113493865143794322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113493865143794322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season.html' title='tis the season'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113448580872863503</id><published>2005-12-13T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T06:56:48.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays are the good days...</title><content type='html'>Oh, my goodness.  This weekend was a nightmare with traffic.  However, I never buy anything during this time anyway, so I didn't have to worry about the Christmas shoppers in the mall. I still had to deal with the idiots on the road.  I tell you, I'm an extremely impatient person and it's even worse when people hesitate on the road.  DAMNIT PEOPLE.....MOVE.  Anyway, it's not all bad since my hunny and I spent some time together with our kitties.  We have two beautiful kitties....we're so GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my job is getting dull and I want to look elsewhere because I'm dyin'.  I really just want to go to school and get the ball rollling.(Dad......hint, hint.)  Life is about to take a new turn for the great!  I can feel it in my bones.  My thirties are going to rock the house!  I'd have to say....New Years is my favorite holiday because it represents a new beginning, letting go of what you didn't accomplish and bringing hope into what you wish to.  Have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113448580872863503?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113448580872863503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113448580872863503&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113448580872863503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113448580872863503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/tuesdays-are-good-days.html' title='Tuesdays are the good days...'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113423096299553585</id><published>2005-12-10T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T08:09:23.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another weekend full of errands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so yeah, now that I work in the corporate world, I cannot get anything done during the week and by the time the weekend comes I don't want to do anything but party it up. No more weekends working with irate christmas shoppers, going drinking with barely twenty-one year olds at hotel parties.  Ahh, the growing pains of retail.  However, I will admit that I miss being in retail for the mere fact that it's not as stressful and I'm not the stressing kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;okay, so here is my horoscope for fellow scorpios.....BE NICE!!  No one is trying to steal your soul!  No one is after you!  And most of all, get over it, whatever it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;For virgos, since I know so many...get that stick out of your ass and realize that it is NOT more than it is.  There's no sign, there's no symbolism, and there is no need to analyze it to death.  THEY LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And for aries....it's not about you.  and learn how to share with others, your feelings, your goals,and your toys...&lt;wink&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Pisces......just stop your whining.  life is unfair and unjust...and stop taking those anti-depressants...they make you more dependent than you already are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Taurus:  Stop eating, stop F&amp;$#%ing, and start cleaning up your kitchen.  You know you guys are the biggest slobs. &lt;wink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113423096299553585?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113423096299553585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113423096299553585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113423096299553585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113423096299553585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-weekend-full-of-errands.html' title='another weekend full of errands'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113413607638492218</id><published>2005-12-09T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T05:47:56.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday after the artic blast</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know Texas, you know that this artic blast thing is a joke compared to all other parts of the world.  And you know that if it is 12 degrees today then it will more than likely be 88 degrees in two days.  I sympathize for those that have allergies.  My girlfriend suffers from ragweed bloom every fall, poor thing.  Anyway, the point is that I wish the artic blast would have lasted longer so I could have had a four day weekend.  D'oh!  It's okay, though, I'll be enjoying the summer like weekend.  AFLAC!!!!!  AFLAC!!!!!  Have a good weekend, everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113413607638492218?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113413607638492218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113413607638492218&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113413607638492218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113413607638492218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday-after-artic-blast.html' title='Friday after the artic blast'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19705647.post-113408935874230629</id><published>2005-12-08T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:51:56.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first day.....not a monday</title><content type='html'>hello everyone. can't say that this will be the best introduction to a blog, but if it works for me, then it works. hope you guys enjoy. i know I enjoy these things...there will be more to come once I get some Little Caesars...yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after grabbing some caesars and watching an old but good episode of Xena-Warrior Princess, I find myself stuffed and exhausted.  It's time for another boring day at corporate america, in a cubicle that has the personality of Janet Reno.  Oh, how i often miss the world of retail...except the weekends.  i love the weekends off.  wish me luck on this beautiful Thursday night.  By the way it is less than twenty degrees outside.  That is freakin' cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19705647-113408935874230629?l=illyspilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113408935874230629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19705647&amp;postID=113408935874230629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113408935874230629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19705647/posts/default/113408935874230629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illyspilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-first-daynot-monday.html' title='my first day.....not a monday'/><author><name>illyspilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694487391982317774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bebranded.info/Images/ili-SP-website.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
