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  <title>Habitual Line_steppa</title>
  <subtitle>Unique...like everyone else</subtitle>
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    <name>Buffy</name>
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  <updated>2007-02-27T18:32:37Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karizma512:50213</id>
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    <title>SxSW Line Up a la Sky</title>
    <published>2007-02-27T18:30:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T18:32:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so F-ing there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/karizma512/fun/AEFFlyer-for-Myspace.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be posted to the Austin based LJ communities right?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karizma512:47894</id>
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    <title>Dumdedumdedumb</title>
    <published>2006-10-02T23:09:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-02T23:10:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I worry that my excessive consumption of "mind-expanding" party favors back in the dizzay might have ironically rendered me an intelligent person, immured in the unfortunate confines of a damaged brain.  Any time I don't seem to grasp a concept, or something goes in one ear and out the other, my mind wanders to this bleak possibility. It seems the times when I am most focused on not forgetting something are the times I walk away from the conversation having retained nothing but the "Don't forget this" mantra I had been silently chanting to myself throughout the duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, perhaps this problem goes further back than I give myself credit for.  I went through several bikes in middle school simply because I would be offered  ride home, and would completely forget I rode my bike to school in the first place.  It was inevitably stolen, every time.  I went on a dinner/movie date with an ex-boyfriend after a band concert in High School, completely forgetting about the 30+ family and friends waiting at his parents house for the Surprise Party I was supposed to be temporarily distracting him from.  I flew from Lubbock to Austin, completely forgetting all of my carry-on luggage that was on the seat next to me while waiting in the terminal.  I've forgotten countless bills, birthdays, anniversaries, assignments and appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ultimately my present state might actually be an improvement.  Or maybe I just learned that I am the kind of person that needs to write EVERYTHING down.  My cubicle has more Post-It's covering the walls then fabric.  Granted it does make me the victim of playful office mockery but they sure don't seem to complain when they need a number or email alias from the "Great Wall of Conveniently-Accessible-Useful Knowledge" as I like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Sid is blasting some Sci-Fi program at such obnoxious levels on his PC right now that I can't seem to hear myself think so I shall end this. Adieu my fine LJ peoples.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karizma512:46344</id>
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    <title>Lazy Sunday...</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T01:38:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T01:41:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kid Rock- (its on CSI New York)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate chipping a tooth...the immediate weirdness that becomes the mouth, the way my tongue is now raw from constantly flicking over the same spot, missing the familiarity of it all.  Hopefully one day I will quit subconsciously chewing my pens, thus no more chipped teeth.  I seem to have outgrown Leonardo DiCaprio, the inability to hold a job, my previous bra size(finally), but can't seem to grow out of my oral fixation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much different going on.  I am working an insane amount of hours in an effort for mas dinero just in case the job thing dosnt work.  I have been told I will probably get to stay but in this day of constant outsourcing, management's hortatory speeches promoting optimism, and the inevitable layoffs that seem to follow, one can't help but be prepared for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a huge scare.  I was messaged by my boss to please come to his office.  As I sat down, he informed me there was "good news and bad news", and which did I want first?  At this point, I think my heart was in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news first...always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news= I didn't get the award.&lt;br /&gt;Good news= for all the OT and the good job you've been doing, here is a 8 hours paid time off coupon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\m/= rawk teh fawk on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well laundry calls and I ran out of shit to say so: doggies doing great, Sid and I great, luck starting to finally turn a little bit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After January sucked so much ass, I predicted 2006 would be horrid in the beginning and then slowly as the year progressed, get much better.  So far I have been correct.</content>
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    <title>*yawn*</title>
    <published>2006-02-28T13:43:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-28T13:43:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmmm...well an update okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules almost died.  The emotional and financial turmoil that has ensued as consequence of keeping him alive seems to have jaded me to the point that I don't seem to prioritize making the time for the little things anymore...like updating LJ.  Will try to work on that.  At the present he is doing okay.  He is eating, is on meds, has no fur, and has picked up a very odd, un-jules-like howling habit but he is happy and doing much better. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also seem to have made a habit of conveniently forgetting where by phone is.  I guess I just don't feel like talking so I fail to remember to carry it on me 24/7 like I used to.  Leave me a message and when I find it, I will call ya back. I care, God KNOWS I care and would love to talk in person. I am just not as much of a "phone-body" as I used to be.  I would just rather kick it in person, throw back a few and call it a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also yet again learned to never get too vocationally comfortable.  I got the worst case of deja vu last week at work as all of the contractors were asked to come into an impromptu meeting.  Upon walking in and seeing the somber faces of the elite management mob that had convened in our honor, I knew it could only mean one thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuck.  &lt;br /&gt;New Call Center?  check&lt;br /&gt;Elimination of Jobs?  check&lt;br /&gt;Crappy relocation package to another city?  check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a possibility if enough people leave/get converted/relocate/get fired/screw up and move down the conversion list that I MIGHT have a chance. *le sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird how many things have gone so terribly wrong in 2006.  Bad luck for sure.  But I guess things could be a lot worse so I still have managed to keep my "glass is half full" attitude for the most part. For once no matter what gets thrown at me, I dont have the despair of wondering if things will be okay.  I can feel they will be.  I love feeling like I have control over my own destiny.  I just have to shake myself out of apathy enough to get things done for myself.  I don't allow anything overly petty to pull my strings.  I do have a lot of things to be thankful for so I am focusing on that.  There will ALWAYS be something wrong.  Always something that could be better.  I guess this is me sucking it up and growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think once the stress of refinancing my car in July passes I will be less preoccupied and antisocial.  Right now it is a black cloud that constantly hovers over me.  That and the fact that I actually OWE taxes this year :-/  Right now anything I had saved went to saving Jules.  Now that he is doing better maybe I can try again.  If he goes downhill though, we are completely tapped out.  Time to go back to work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 u guys</content>
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    <title>Mas de Musings...</title>
    <published>2006-01-17T02:41:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-17T02:42:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Baby Anne- some new breakz set my roomate downloaded</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Friday will be the first, official 1 on 1 rendezvous of my co-worker and the object of her 6 month affection, may the week of meticulous planning begin! Every smoke break I witness the "singles" of the company review the do's and dont's of various wardrobe ensembles, potential subjects to talk about to ensure scintillating conversation, and the many ways in which one can stylishly execute a good night diss or a good night kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As happy as I am for her, listening to them chatter I am reminded of how I loathed the dating game.  The uncertainty, superficiality, and low confidence it brought me when I did try it. The consuming drain of that constant mental struggle of noticing and being noticed.  Not that I ever really dated.  The people I truly connected with emotionally, I was not physically attracted to. The people I had fabulous chemistry with were not that compatible on a deeper level.  Then again, I think I made it pretty difficult for people to get to know me. Any boyfriend I ever had was always my friend first (with only 1 exception).  I do not deal well with awkward moments, and will do just about anything to avoid them.  In the long run I think I probably deprived myself and others of some pretty decent friendships due to my general inclination to shirk anything potentially unpleasant. Ah well, se la vi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules is still sick as a dog, pun intended of course ;)  I swear we can not get out of that vet for less than $100. If any of you find yourselves with some extra time today, please send my doggie some get well wishes.  We could all use them.</content>
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    <title>Tom 10 worst album covers...+more</title>
    <published>2005-12-21T21:55:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-21T21:55:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, I think I will literally be leaving my ass at work today as I have successfully laughed it off reading these.  Be sure to click "Next Entry" at the bottom right hand corner for more, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://porktornado.diaryland.com/albumcover.html"&gt;http://porktornado.diaryland.com/albumcover.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karizma512:44193</id>
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    <title>I hate socks...</title>
    <published>2005-11-27T23:53:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-27T23:55:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Derrick Carter and Mark Farina-- Live at OM</lj:music>
    <content type="html">They always spell trouble.  I need to either go around barefoot or always wear shoes.  Before when we had our little apartment in the barrio, Socks + Spiral Staircase= Me Busting Ass almost daily.  My family and friends were even concerned Sid was hitting me from all the bruises, lol!  Now that our floor is mostly tile, socks are almost just as treacherous.  Just a moment ago, I lit my cigarette on the stove and hauled ass to the backdoor so the smoke smell wouldn't penetrate the house, only to completely wipe out at the door, and drop my drink.  Luckily my elbow broke my fall...well, my elbow and my dog.  Thankx Jax!  I owe ya one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/karizma512/Jax/JaxallWet.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(disgruntled, bitter pup shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, that was the last of my wine too... I think...yes it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Turkey Day was fun.  Hope everyone else had a good Thanksgiving as well.  My family convened at my older sister's house.  They are such hippies lol...I heart them &amp;lt;3  They are all strict vegetarians so Sid and I brought the Turkey, a la Trudy's and let me tell you, that was some GOOD turkey.  Oh, and for those of you that have not had a chance to try purple shamrocks, try them, they are delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling like poo the last week.  Depressed everyday, with SUPER bad anxiety, not at all like myself.  Probably attributed to ortho tricyclen lo I was just put on.  Hopefully it will balance out.  Sid saw me moping and took me to Ross's in a rare but generous attempt to cheer me up by buying me stuff.  I emerged two pairs of jeans richer than I previously entered.  They fit much better than most of the size 3's I have out grown :-/  *le sigh*  Sometimes I miss going out and partying every night.  Much easier to stay slim with that kind of "exercise" than it is sitting behind a desk all day.  Ah well, when I was doing all that, I wished I had a good stable job that paid decently.  Just goes to show, grass is always greener.</content>
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    <title>Still alive....</title>
    <published>2005-11-17T20:11:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-17T20:33:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beck- Que onda</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel bad for Teri.  Her father wont quit smoking. He has smoked his whole life and at this point, has had countless heart attacks and respiratory problems, carts around an oxygen tank, and always needs to be rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night because he cant breathe.  She said she and her mother hid all of the lighters and ashtrays in the house amongst other tactics but it never stops him.  Teri works two jobs and is constantly coming in to work exhausted due to having to rush him to the hospital for the umpteenth time, and having either her father insist she stay for moral support or her mother asking her to stay b/c she just "can't do it by herself".  I swear, I dont know how people can be so selfish.  I would never do that to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going rather well until yesterday when I received a call from my mother informing me I have been summoned for jury duty on November 28th.  I suppose it is my karma coming back to haunt me for mocking a co-worker about having to go just hours before. I hope hope hope hope I do not get chosen.  It will be a poor Christmas indeed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some songs that stay with you for life.  The first time I heard the "Dome Epais Le Jasmin" a.k.a. Flower Duet from the opera Lakme it was playing in the background of the movie American President (I think the scene where they are having dinner). Those two women's voices were so beautifully haunting and enchanting I could not get them out of my head. Riding in the car, taking a shower and trying to fall asleep, they were always singing incessantly in my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Years later at my first after-party after Funky Techno Tribe at the Austin Music Hall 2000, the DJ pulled out Jonathan Peters present Luminaire "Flower Duet 99".  There it was again, only this time in the form of an amazing dance track.  I got that familiar lump in my throat at the sheer beauty of it and have always wanted the track since.  I had several versions of it before my hard drive crashed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a moment of silence for that bleak, dark dark day* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and have never again been able to find a version of it that lasted more than a minute or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have found it on ebay!  I will be so incredibly disappointed if I do not win it when the auction ends in 4 days. Twelve minutes of Flower Duet in all its glory!!! =D Hooray!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps now that I have actually updated, I can start work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  This is also too cute not to post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="250" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color:white; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;karizma512's LJ stalker is groovetx!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;groovetx is stalking you because they heard you are awesome in bed, and they want to find out. They are also in jail for murder!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php"&gt;LiveJournal Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Who is your LJ Stalker Friend?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php"&gt;LJ Stalker Finder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>funny shiet</title>
    <published>2005-10-19T15:27:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-19T15:28:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can stop laughing at this  (^-^) kekee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Trash Hurricane Survival Kit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Paper........................................check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud Light...........................................check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keystone Ice........................................check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budweiser............................................check &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Dog.............................................check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misc. other bottles of alcohol......................check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece of plywood to float your chick and booze on...check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time let's all be more prepared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/karizma512/WhiteTrashSurvivalKit.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;</content>
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    <title>karizma512 @ 2005-10-17T16:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-17T22:15:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-17T22:17:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kanye West- Hey mama</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today has thankfully come to a close much faster than I had anticipated.  Nashville has also begun processing orders, yielding plenty of time to surf the net, B.S. with co workers, and find creative loopholes around the security settings our IT department has so carefully created in a futile attempt to halt our advances into the forbidden territories of cyber space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people are being sent elsewhere, some happy place I am sure where their services will be better appreciated and utilized.  Honestly, the meager work load we "busy" ourselves with today would be considered time clock fraud in any other corporation I have worked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, tears and harsh opinions of management's pragmatic approach to the changes taking place run rampant in our little cubicle community.  In these trying times, people are quick to chose sides and switch parties in the fickle game of office politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not participate.  Not for lack of an opinion, I just can't talk!!  What began as a small respiratory infection last week has developed into Laryngitis.  Yay for me.  DO not take for granted being heard people, you never appreciate something like this until it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times I miss it most is, of course, debating with Sid.  For some reason, our discussions of late have been rather one sided *scratches head* Wonder why.  Must be because I have lost the ability to interrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, it is impossible to discipline a puppy when he messes on the floor by whispering NO! Bad Dog!!  I think I actually caught him rolling his eyes at me last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life is just ducky.  I think I will go "work" on my bejeweled score now. Ta ta!</content>
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    <title>karizma512 @ 2005-09-20T17:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T22:54:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T23:01:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joy Division- Love will tear us apart</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go into your LJ’s archives.&lt;br /&gt;2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah bitches....WHAT??"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karizma512:40791</id>
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    <title>Office Etiquette Pet Peeve #32</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T19:34:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T19:34:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">People who walk away from their desk and leave their cell phone behind, only for it to ring and ring and ring and ring and ring and ring and ring and ring and ring and ring (you get the point) and beleaguer me with its whinny, obnoxious incessant LOUD call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone seriously better come get their phone before it becomes my frisbee and flies across the cubicles....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karizma512:40519</id>
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    <title>BadgerBadgerBadgerBadger</title>
    <published>2005-09-15T17:21:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-15T17:28:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Filthy Gorgeous- Scissor Sisters</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I would really like the 5 minutes of my life back I spent watching this...but BOY, what a finale!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/badgers"&gt;http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/badgers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I supposedly get to pick up my bonus check and sign my separation papers from Harte Hanks.  It will be rewarding and sad at the same time... sometimes I can't help but wonder if it is all enough to justify the sacrifice.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karizma512:40332</id>
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    <title>My new puppy!</title>
    <published>2005-09-14T19:10:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-14T19:10:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nas- NY state of Mind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The newest edition to our home, say hello to Jax   :)   Little f*cker cost me an arm and a leg, but so far he has ben worth every penny.  He, like Jules, is a pure bred Cocker Spaniel with more energy than he knows what to do with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/karizma512/jax01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naptime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/karizma512/Naptime.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work right now but I camnt wait to catch up on everyone's journals a little later.  Life has kept me VERY busy (yes I still work at Harte Hanks as well, mofo's wouldnt let me go)  I hope everyone is well, love you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>Gas Prices</title>
    <published>2005-09-01T15:36:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-01T15:37:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>didier_sinclair_-_club_fg_(radio_fg)_16-08-4choon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/karizma512/fun/gas.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karizma512:39695</id>
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    <title>haha...oh NOW it makes sense!</title>
    <published>2005-08-22T19:37:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-22T19:46:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Prince- Erotic City</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.cyborgname.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cyborgname.com/cybimages/B/riona-BUFFY.jpg" width="300" height="180" alt="Biomechanical Unit Fabricated for Fighting and Yelling" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyborgname.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cyborgname.com/cybimages/K/yamasora-KARIZMA.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Kinetic Artificial Replicant Intended for Zealous Mathematics and Assassination" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'd like to think I am not so combative....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently taking a brain-breather at work.  I wish I didn't have to concentrate so gosh durn much at this job!  It makes me tired at the end of the day. Instead of going to the gym or doing ANYTHING productive, I would rather go home, drink, relax and be a bum until my baby gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't quite managed to rejoin society quite yet BUT I am cruising quite nicely beneath the radar.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Last day!!</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T17:56:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-03T17:56:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last day at Harte-Hanks!!!! Last day at Harte-Hanks!!!! Last day at Harte-Hanks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty conflicted.  On one hand it will be nice to re-join the outside world again, and have something resembling a life.  Sleep will also be nice too.  No more 6 a.m.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it still has not quite settled in that once I leave the building that has been my second home for the last year, I will never go back.  Cant go visit, those people wont be there.  The call center will be in Canada, and all my problems and escalations I have monitored and resolved so thoroughly for the last year will now be some one else's burden.  In some ways it is liberating, but I already miss the familiarity of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Dell pans into something.  I can't fathom how such a short time ago, I was a little frivolous child, carelessly bouncing from bar to bar and moment to moment in life, shirking any real responsibility that threatened to tie me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have succumbed to it, the idea of a lack of stability scares the shit out of me.  Sid has helped me a lot with settling down. As much as I resented him at first for it, I can now see the importance of having something real to hold on to. An unlikely teacher, he has somehow managed to teach me, the unwilling pupil, the vast difference between potential and substance in life...and I have finally come to realize how one does not end up substituting for the other.  At least, not in this reality.</content>
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    <title>is it Aug 22nd yet?</title>
    <published>2005-07-21T17:57:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-21T17:59:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate it when work (HH specifically) tries to cajole me into coming in on my hard earned days off.  NAY BITCHES!!  I shall not yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to all who feel dissed, but my text messages STILL will not work for some f*#@ing messed up reason, Cingular cant get their stuff together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until this is over.  Hopefully I will be stronger, richer (= less in debt), and much less irascible when coping with the petty inconveniences of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks about bitchiness displayed yesterday* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry babe....sure seemed like a big deal at the time ;)  &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>early</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T13:01:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T13:02:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Offspring: Gotta Keep em Separated</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So THIS is what time "normal people" get up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ickyness.....but nearly as bad as these last few nights.  Last night I told Ben I just couldnt do it anymore, that HH would HAVE to let me go.   8-5  then 6-12 was KILLING me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: " No Way!!  We'll make you part time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: "Thanks, but it  really is not worth it to me since I cant get the retention bonus in August"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:  "You will get the bonus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: "Okay fine, you wanna play hard ball?  I am working at Dell now"  (thinking this would faze him being that it presents a 'conflict of interest' and therefore is grounds for termination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:" I didn't hear that.  Now when did you say you can still work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have officially made myself irrepleacable *head grows*</content>
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    <title>dillema</title>
    <published>2005-06-30T02:55:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-30T02:57:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Question:  Would you work at a job where you were hired to do boring, monotonous data entry in a rather languid environment if they paid you 14 hr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quickly learning the extent of my greed and need for stimulation...</content>
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    <title>Stolen from Amberguessa</title>
    <published>2005-06-26T20:55:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-26T20:56:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="250" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your Slanguage Profile&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D1D1D1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aussie Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 100%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D6D6D6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canadian Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DBDBDB"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;British Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DFDFDF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prison Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E4E4E4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Southern Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E9E9E9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New England Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victorian Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatslanguagedoyouspeakquiz/"&gt;What Slanguage Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny is that?!?  Just goes to show how much the Australia and New Zealanders have rubbed off on me.  Besides the agents working under me, I am going to miss those buggers most of all :'-(</content>
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    <title>[Current WIP= ( My life *mutatis mutandis) = financial and occupational security]/fate</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T02:43:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-23T02:46:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Massive Attack - Butterfly Caught</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A cold equation indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein and myself have always shared a similar preference for silent vice to ostentatious virtue, but never more than these weeks of late.&lt;br /&gt;Screw these pompous windbags prancing around with their two week notices in trade for better jobs attained elsewhere!! Sometimes I think it is just an ersatz enthusiasm, meant to torture and mock those of us that have not yet come to embrace such good fortune. Why can't I beat them or join them damnit?!  Why do I have to care so much right now?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if someone could please validate this rumor to fact....T or F   Netspend is hiring for 14 hr? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as if life wasn't orderless enough:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway stopped doing the stamps?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!?!?!?!?  Still, that footlong roastedchickenbreastonhoneyoatwithprovolonelettucetomatopicklesonionablackoliveswithhoneymustardmayoandranch sub was divine.</content>
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    <title>job searching is a biatch!</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T22:01:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T22:01:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">They are closing the call center at this location down, and work today is nauseating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They let a bunch of my favorite sups go yesterday.  Good people that taught me what I know.  Bryan, our program manager, says they are cutting costs by reducing management overhead.  Now all that remains of my once proud team of mentors are the obsequious sycophants, meandering the isles for another ass to kiss…anything that may help them stay one more week.  And they are all the ones that suck IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unisys had a job fair that I COMPLETELY missed due to the fact Sid didn’t know about it until right before I had to go to work.  I am not sure I would have passed all of the PC questions anyway.  Should I actually get an interview and should he actually read this:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe!!  Care to give me the inside scoop?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke on winmess for a long time to John Chung, the big bad boss man in Australia, Singapore and New Zealand, for a long time yesterday.  He said he was very surprised Microsoft would not have the “privilege” of working with me anymore, and that I have excelled rapidly and quickly since I was promoted to this position.  Customer Satisfaction is up, error reports are down and things are flowing much more efficiently than prior to my arrival.  He also said that what is happening is in no way a result of Microsoft’s satisfaction with the job APOC is doing.  Trivial as the conversation may have been to him, I was relieved to feel a small amount of comfort in it.  Better than the imperceptible appreciation an associate receives around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who has some ideas for where they may be hiring for a decent wage, I am all ears.  These torturous seconds could not tick by any slower.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay me! Sad hours seem long</content>
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    <title>more crap to take the friend's page</title>
    <published>2005-06-05T22:58:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-06T22:12:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stolen from      &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/twiigy/"&gt;Twiggy&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;--(how do I make that cool LJ link thingie??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp"&gt;Try it&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from &lt;br /&gt;You entered: Charlotte Elizabeth Mc Daniel&lt;br /&gt;There are 26 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 26 letters total to 116&lt;br /&gt;There are 10 vowels and 16 consonants in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your number is: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristics of #8 are: Practical endeavors, status oriented, power-seeking, high-material goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expression or destiny for #8:&lt;br /&gt;Your Expression is represented by the number 8. The 8 Expression is well-equipped in a managerial sense. You have outstanding organizational and administrative capabilities. You have the potential for considerable achievement in business or other powerful positions. You can expect to receive the financial and material rewards. You have the skill and abilities to establish or operate a business with great efficiency. You have good judgment when it comes to money and commercial matters, and you understand how to build and accumulate material wealth. Much of your success (or lack of it) may come due to your ability (or inability) to judge character. With the number 8 Expression, you exercise sound judgment in most of your affairs; you are realistic and practical in your approach to business matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positive 8 Expression produces individuals that are very ambitious and goal-oriented. If the 8 energy is not in excess in your makeup, you will no doubt express these traits to some extent. No one has any more energy that a person with the 8 Expression who has a plan laid and is starting to work. No one has any more self-confidence, either. If you are expressing the positive qualities of 8, you are an outstanding manager because you can plan, initiate, and complete projects; you are very dependable and determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it always happens, there can be too much of a good thing. If you have too much of the 8 energy in your makeup, you may express some of the negative attitudes. A negative 8 can be very rigid and stubborn. Ambition sometimes has a way of becoming over-ambition, and you may express an unreasonable impatience with the lack of progress. If your negative side is showing, you may be too exacting, both of yourself and of others. Sometimes this can even becomes a case of intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 8 is very materialistic and also very desirous of status and power. Neither of these drives are inherently negative unless they are taken to an extreme. You must avoid the tendency to strain after money, material matters, status, or power, to the detriment of the other important factors in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Soul Urge number is: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Soul Urge number of 4 means: &lt;br /&gt;With the Soul Urge or Motivation number of 4 you are likely to strive for a stable life. You tend to follow a rather orderly pattern and systematic approach in your endeavors. You have an inner desire to serve others in a methodical and diligent manner. You want to be in solid, conventional, and well-regulated activities, and you are somewhat disturbed by innovation and erratic or sudden changes. Excellent at organizing, systematizing, and managing, you have a way of establishing order and maintaining it. You are responsible, reliable and in the final analysis, practical. Highly analytical, you can see your way through all sorts of situations and generally have a clear understanding of the issues. You are a very honest, sincere, and conscientious individual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative side of the 4 is rigid, stubborn and somewhat narrow-minded. There is a tendency to hide feelings, or to really not be aware of real feelings. Avoid being too rigid and stubborn in your thinking, and try to always see the big picture rather than becoming to involved with the detail. Don't be afraid to take a chance once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Inner Dream number is: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Inner Dream number of 6 means: &lt;br /&gt;You dream of guiding and fostering the perfect family in the perfect home. You crave the devotion from offspring and a loving spouse. You picture yourself in the center of a successful domestic unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#66CCFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Actually Born Under:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CBF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/chinesehoroscopes/rooster.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Resourceful and practical, you are a quick thinker.&lt;br /&gt;You are very observant - and it's hard to get anything past you!&lt;br /&gt;A total perfectionist, you are especially picky about looking your best.&lt;br /&gt;You're a big dreamer - such a big dreamer that reality can disappoint you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with an Ox or Snake.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF667F" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Have Been Born Under:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCDA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/chinesehoroscopes/dog.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are totally loyal, faithful, and honest.&lt;br /&gt;However, you don't trust others to be as ethical as you are!&lt;br /&gt;Straight forward and direct, you really aren't one for small talk.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great listener - and an agreeable companion when you're in a good mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with a Tiger or Horse.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyearwereyoubornunderquiz/"&gt;What Year Were You Born Under?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#B1F989"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The True You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ABF795"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to do more for you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5F4A0"&gt;With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9FF2AC"&gt;You think good luck doesn't exist - reality is built on practicalities.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98EFB7"&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be methodical in your ways - with trouble adapting to the rules of society.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#92EDC3"&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#8CEACE"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you don't have any particular type in mind, but you are inclined to look for someone who will say yes when you ask him / her out.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's the True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>damn biznatch, whurr YOU been?</title>
    <published>2005-06-05T22:22:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-05T22:33:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ringtone for "Grind with Me"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow, it has been a while since I last updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have been...tumultuous to say the least, sprinkled with moments of serenity.  My mood around the house has soured considerably since my computer is now kaput. Sid and Robbie did everything they could but in the end, I guess it was just its time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been good, up until last week when we had to downsize our department from 24 to 11.  I had to see a lot of my favorite co-workers go.  Sucky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much time to update right now and I want to hog everyone’s friend page with quizzes about me =P so I think I’ll leave with:  I need a new phone, I need a new computer, what the f*&amp;^ were the marketing execs at Coke thinking with the new little jingle “You put the lime in the Coke, you nut, and drink them both up”? *gross*</content>
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