<?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-5996934481073137239</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:49:54.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Stories and Thoughts From The Day..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7522125391644258162</id><published>2009-09-21T08:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:10:56.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my mother</title><content type='html'>I'm really really sick of my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick (fever over 100*) as mentioned in my last post so I've been sleeping quite a bit this weekend ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jenn I would see her on like Wednesday (before I got sick) on Sunday  for a least a few hours  and as Karin will tell you I'm not in the habit of breaking promises if I can help it.  So my fever went do to like 98* and I was feeling a lot better so I figured if I went to visit Jenn for a couple hours it wouldn't be a big deal  ... well being as I am sick I fell asleep big shock!!!!! are you shocked?!? I'm certainly shocked !!! I got a lovely text message from my mother so when I woke up planning to go straight home I decided to go back to sleep and just spend the night with Jenn who has been much more comforting than my mother ever has been.  So yeah when Jenn had to get up to leave in the morning she asked if I wanted to stay or go home so I said I should go home or my mom would be really pissed... When I got home my mom was up and just stared at me as usual she never says anything to me she treats me like shit so I went to my room and there was this page long rant in bold letters taped to my door in it she called me a drunk and useless. then she went on to say how how I was sick and she "allowed" me not to cook and clean the day before when SHE wanted my grampa to come over for dinner (no one else did) (and mind you I did dust the whole house and cook the 6 Cornish hens and the vegetables)  ... I'm sick of living here and always being put down ... I could win the noble prize in biology and my mom would tell me I'm the dumbest person she has ever met&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7522125391644258162?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7522125391644258162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7522125391644258162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7522125391644258162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-mother.html' title='my mother'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6242082235883625702</id><published>2009-09-19T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:59:56.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>I have been not feeling well for 2 weeks now in fact i just keep feeling worse and worse ... my sleeping habits are getting worse as well... at first i wasnt sleeping at all when i visited Karin they gave me some meds to help me make it through the night which helped me get some sleep with was much appreciated :) but then my body went right back to rejecting sleep again ...now im sleeping like 10+ hours a day its scary ... i  cant keep my eyes open at all and I'm nauseous like all the time wtf is going on ... like i was fine until i went to the Dr to find out what this pain was in my side and then he prescribe me anti inflammatory drugs and topamax and all this other BS ... i havent worked out in like a month and i feel really weak from all of that ... i just want to stop taking these pills altogether i think they are the reason for the fever the nusua and all the other problems ... on top of that I need to find a printer and like fast cause  i need to print something out like it was yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6242082235883625702?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6242082235883625702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6242082235883625702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6242082235883625702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-5775431770772390398</id><published>2009-08-13T11:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:34:44.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>yeah I'm just pissed off..need a computer soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-5775431770772390398?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5775431770772390398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/08/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/5775431770772390398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/5775431770772390398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/08/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-993310210223284104</id><published>2009-07-13T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:48:28.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>question</title><content type='html'>can you really say you enjoyed sex with  a man if you got off but only b/c you pictured women you've been with recently  in your mind the whole time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about that recently ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-993310210223284104?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-30032504498440299</id><published>2009-07-13T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:54:51.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pretty sure</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what I'm going to hell if there is such a place (I'm all pretty certain they made "hell" up years ago to scare people into submission)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason is pretty logical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on the basic principal of being animals are only supposed to be around long enough to procreate ... you know ...spread their seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern medicine has allowed people to live beyong 25 yrs to have these long lives we are now accustomed to, As a 24 yr old I'm about to miss out on my basic mission in life... in one year I'll be 25 at which time I would have missed out on my life mission while watching everyone around me fulfil their own missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the most basic life mission you're supposed to find a "mate"  I can't even do that so basically I'm a pathetic animal ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-30032504498440299?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/30032504498440299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-pretty-sure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/30032504498440299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/30032504498440299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-pretty-sure.html' title='I&apos;m pretty sure'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4763444047239343884</id><published>2009-07-11T10:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:14:56.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrations</title><content type='html'>So I am sooooo beyond frustrated these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no privacy anymore ... well its kinda my fault b/c my computers are great at getting viruses (and  NO i dont look at porn!) so I've been using my moms which is sitting on the kitchen table and everyone always has to come over and be like what are you looking at? and then precedes to read whatever im reading or typing... like waht if I was having cyber sex I want privacy dam it!!! Not that I do but yeah.. I just want my computers back :(  I miss them and being able to go online without having to ask if its ok to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also im totally confused with women ... so I go out with this girl we have an ok time (she said she had a "great" time..I think she exagerated that a bit) and then she e-mails me a day or so later and wants to hang out with a group of friends??? whats that supposed to mean exactly? so she liked me enough to be a friend and nothing more? thats fine but quit fucking with my head... in addition she makes her facebook status say something along the lines of how she enjoyed her day in Philly with strangers (she calls me a stranger.... technically I am we barely know much about each other)  ... so yeah wtf??? I think im just giving up on her period ... I always have the nazi if I want to get laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and speaking of the nazi her brother and mother are a fucking piece of work for real!  So her brother always talks about how I am fat and ugly ... not gonna lie I'm over weight but hes like MORE overweight than I ever was!!!! and I guess I'm ugly it seems to be a concencus across the board so thats fine I cna live with it .... but dude has NEVER had a conversation with me adn thinks that  my personality is determined by my weight?? no way asshole get a life ... oh and he claims that is ok for men to be overweight but women that are overweight are disgusting ... and then he tells his sister that when he gets married he is going to beat his wife b./c she has to "obey him" what an asshole now I know why he has been single every day of his 23 yrs of life! and then there is her mother who met me ONCE and I said all of about 2 sentances to her which were like hello how are you I'm a friend of Katies from Sesame Place ... and apparently that was offensive??? please where???? that was the first time I met her the second time I went to her house the Katie goes into the kitchen i follow and her mother looks at me and turns to katie and goes Katie not tonight we cat have company over she has to go home ... I didnt even say a word at that point so I start to walk out and her mom is following us adn I turn to Katie and go well you're WELCOME to come to my house and her mom glares at me .... fucking bitch ... and then later that night katies other freind Aleksy comes over and her mom claws at him according to Katie... of so anyway after I left her house the second time her brother was saying shit about how I was fat and ugle and someone should lynch me Katie stuck up for me  ... a nazi standing up for a jew who woulda thunk it? and then there is the question why am I hanging around with the nazi? I don't know im still confused by it ...really I am but I really feel more comfortable with her than with many other people ...like I could be myself or something and she doesnt mind all my quirks and faults she likes and accepts them ... or maybe we are bothe beyond fucked up??? I dunno someone explain ifyou can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I got my new car a ford escape 2009 its amazing I love it and wouldnt trade it for the world... well maybe in 10 yrs I will trade it but I'm so happy with it right this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see what else is on my mind... I have a therapist I see 2x a month and she thinks im precognative (psychic) which kinda scares me b.c like well arent I seeing you so I wont go crazy I think you might be crazy how is that going to help me??? and also she talks to Lunesta on like a daily basis and thats not good b.c lunesta is fucking nutso herself and is prob told all of what I say ... anyway I have to goto work booooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4763444047239343884?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4763444047239343884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/07/frustrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4763444047239343884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4763444047239343884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/07/frustrations.html' title='frustrations'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-3493189585319903614</id><published>2009-06-28T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:41:08.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...what was wrong wit hme</title><content type='html'>so i weighed myself and my pack before going on the trip and I weighed almost as much as i did when i was still really fat it was th same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how i wa sablle to function at that weight it is fucking insane!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never weigh tthat again im completly disgusted by myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-3493189585319903614?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3493189585319903614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/06/wowwhat-was-wrong-wit-hme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3493189585319903614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3493189585319903614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/06/wowwhat-was-wrong-wit-hme.html' title='wow...what was wrong wit hme'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6694945186886694383</id><published>2009-06-23T00:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:00:19.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An all time low</title><content type='html'>So today I wasnt supposed to work but this older woman called out b.c her son is in the hospital and very ill (auto immune disorder). I agreed to go in to cover her shift... no problems right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not b.c at some point someone "hacked" (more like the dumb ass gives her password to anyone and everyone) into Lunesta's myspace account (I'm assuming by what she has written in her status and said to me about the incident) ... I have NO idea what was said but it at no time would ever call for her to text me this&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you slit your wrist just like Megan did you stupid cunt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan being my late girlfriend who committed suicide by cutting her wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says that to someone? really that is beyond uncalled for! I'm sure she has pissed off her fair share of people not just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and her new myspace status is something along the lines of "I didn't write that stuff up here one of my exes hacking into my profile I wonder who that would be dumbass!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all if you are acusing me of doing this then get your facts straight in what universe were we ever together??? b/c on this planet in this universe we were NOT together!! not even a little bit ... we never even kissed (thankfully!!!) ... obviously she could not be refering to me right??? no dead fucking wrong she was telling people her and I were a couple .... I might not be the "perfect" woman according to many people but my standards arent that low !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty pissed off right now and a bit depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Eric is a fucking psycho too but Karin can share that story ... poor Karin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6694945186886694383?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6694945186886694383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-time-low.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6694945186886694383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6694945186886694383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-time-low.html' title='An all time low'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-3441329427477888439</id><published>2009-06-17T11:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:40:00.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so...</title><content type='html'>I met a girl .. hopefully things will go well ...seems we really like eachother ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the total upside she isnt a complete psycho and actually fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-3441329427477888439?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3441329427477888439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/06/so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3441329427477888439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3441329427477888439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/06/so.html' title='so...'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-3390706532879595829</id><published>2009-06-09T19:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:22:57.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>total BS</title><content type='html'>I got punched in the face not not liking obama... and my car was vandalized ... and the cops did nothing ... just like they did nothing when that group of ppl attacked and nearly beat an innocent man to death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-3390706532879595829?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3390706532879595829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/06/total-bs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3390706532879595829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3390706532879595829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/06/total-bs.html' title='total BS'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7364968639071906007</id><published>2009-05-22T01:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:17:19.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sick</title><content type='html'>of having to bear the burden of life anymore. I just want out and there are plenty of people who wouldn't mind it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares about my emotions they are to busy stomping all over me/them. and really why should they I am an insignificant person who will do nothing with her life... im so pathetic I even tried to join the military but im not good enough for them either ... just got the letter to prove it ..im pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone needs to give me the strength to pull the trigger one of these days ... in the near future if you dont mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7364968639071906007?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7364968639071906007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7364968639071906007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7364968639071906007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-sick.html' title='I&apos;m so sick'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-3205676012859205181</id><published>2009-05-18T20:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:07:34.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how rediculous is this?</title><content type='html'>so long story get ready to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Sunday May 10th 2009 my mom was talking to my sister on the phone, while on the phone she was  sealing a package located in my sisters room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 2 days to Tuesday night ... Stelisa sleeps over (in my sisters room) Wednesday morning my mom notices the bag is open and the contents are thrown about the room. Friday my mother asks me if I opened the bag, I tell her no and she then informs me she is 99.99999999999% sure Stelisa opened the package and threw it around the room. I call Stelisa and ask if she did so, she denies and flips out (like the I'm guilty as all fuck but don't want you to know flip out). Stelisa says my mom framed her b/c she was afraid we were dating and Stelisa was "making me gay".  Mind you the night before I told my mother I was gay and that she couldn't change me.  Now my relationship with her is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I confront Stelisa with this information and she gets all mad saying she wants an apology from me for not defending her and from my mother for accusing her ... I told her I asnt getting stuck in the middle with this BS ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Stelisa stays at my friend Colleen and Tonys for the night where she bashes me and my mother over the incident... then she gets even more pissed when I ask her why she said what she said to Colleen and Tony and decides the best way to deal with it is to send me pics of a woman sucking a dudes dick and being squirted in the face with cum... real mature ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I got super mad when the fat slob bitch tells me to "Go kill Myself" so now I am dead to her and shes a fucking bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she is going around telling people I am lazy, rude, selfish, inconciderate, how I walked all over her, that I got her kicked out of her house (she did that all on her dam own!), and a few other choice things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I have a problem b/c my therapist is her therapist and they talk on the phone all the dam time and the therapist tells Stelisa about her clients ... I'm not so comfortable going to see her anymore and I dont know if I should even go anymore ... thoughts on that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-3205676012859205181?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3205676012859205181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-rediculous-is-this.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3205676012859205181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3205676012859205181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-rediculous-is-this.html' title='how rediculous is this?'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7544142688027710888</id><published>2009-05-05T01:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:52:57.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh dude</title><content type='html'>ok so like I keep attracting weirdos wtf is wrong with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go from the emotionless unresponsive/unreceptive  nazi to an emotionless unreceptive bitch ... why cant a normal person who has somewhat of a sex drive be attracted to me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7544142688027710888?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7544142688027710888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh-dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7544142688027710888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7544142688027710888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh-dude.html' title='ugh dude'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8234279297018092121</id><published>2009-05-04T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:42:15.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Equality Forum</title><content type='html'>May 3rd (yesterday) was equality forum in Philly ... and what an interesting day it was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my mother I was going to the Broad Street Run instead b/c she would like steal my car keys if I told her where I was going for real. It was definitely hard core raining, like real bad... of course we need umbrellas so Lunesta went and got some I got a purple one and Lunesta got a blue one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way into Philly my mother called and said "I bet you're glad you didn't go its pouring out" I definitely was STILL going we fought then I said bye and hung up ... she called back b/c she HAS to have the last word of course ... I totally didn't care and just said whatever ... aparently I'm going to get sick and die from standing out in the rain ... or not actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived in Philly near the rally and onward we went! the rally was pretty dead due to the rain but you can't keep a rainbow down there was still a lot of people  ... and a few protestors ... one of them  was fucking HOT! She was passing out these stupid little flyers saying no lie first line  "Jesus loves and accepts everyone" second line "homosexuality is a sin" ... we stopped reading after that ... I wanted to throw it in her face but Lunesta just threw it on the ground ... oh well ... and another funny thing with the protestors was that we bought a pretzel and it was soooo large we couldnt finish it so she goes up to the protestor  and goes "you look like you're hungry from all that hard work" he gave her a nasty look and it was funny ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were cops everywhere it was sickening!!! I was standing next to one and go if these protestors talk to me I'm gonna shoot them ... and then I added just kidding I don't have a gun ... I totally did tho a nice 380 :) its a sexy one too I'm gonna buy my own 380 AMT it was that hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so there was like 100 booths or something and Lunesta made us look at all of them ... we got to one called Rainbow Alternatives and Lunesta was like go pick out a shirt ... I totally didnt want but she like forced me to and it was totally uncomfortable b/c yeah it just was ... one of the booths you got to spin a wheel and win a prize ... I got a book booo I wanted the adult video!  and another booth was PCOM the school I go to and I was so excited there was a gay club on campus but there totally wasnt it was the psych students being awesome and setting up a booth for awareness ... I got a frisbee off of them and a water bottle :) ... there wasnt much going on there really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a rally we went to infront of independance hall which was fun of course and I totally couldnt find Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yeah Kevin was this guy I met the night before at the bar b/c I was trashed and was like " I KNOW YOU!" and we totally knew each other b.c we went to HS together ... then there was another girl I went to HS with and I asked her if she went to HS with me and she was all mean so that was that ... what a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to yesterday ... we called each other like 239834875 times to meet somewhere but we totally never met up b.c he got there late then he had to eat and then Lunesta HAD to eat at Sisters (the lesbian bar) so we went there and she totally wouldn't walk so we ad to get a stupid cab grrr and then I had to pay for it and I wanted to walk WTF!!! anyway we got to sisters and totally didnt eat food there ...so I was adequatly pissed off b/c I just wasted 7 bucks for nothing!! we met up with this girl Jean who is from LA and we hav the same personality almost its scary! we ate at Cozi but got food from Potbelly (awesome food!) went back to sisters and hung out upstairs... there was this cute girl in a white hat so I told Lunesta and her apporach was to push me into the girl ... who luaghed at me cuase it was stupid I apologized tryed to talk to her but she was already luaghing at me with her friend so I walked away ... later on I wasn't so "relaxed" as Jean liked to say so they gave me a 7.5 perk and alot of alcohol ... needless to say I was fucked up ... it felt good for a bit but then like I totally couldnt breath and stuff so I went outside and couldnt walk and all and these 3 super hot girls helped me out bought me a water and kept checking up on me ... I think this was after I called Karin and talk some interesting stuff to her ... some how the bouncer at Sister got my car keys and wouldnt give them back ... that was odd I forgot all of how that happened ...  and then at about 1030 we left Lunesta got my keys and we ate pizza got a cab back to the car and like ... I didnt recognize the place nd freaked out at the vabb driver and didnt give him a tip ... but he got us to the right place i felt like an ass ... woops and then that was it came home and my mom was pissed at me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8234279297018092121?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8234279297018092121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/05/equality-forum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8234279297018092121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8234279297018092121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/05/equality-forum.html' title='Equality Forum'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-3521438796999352199</id><published>2009-04-29T23:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:47:22.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't water the seed</title><content type='html'>So Lunesta tells me that she is "planting a seed" in me and she may "water" it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically we had this "hypothetical" conversation about if I would get with her ... AFTER she set her friend only boundary ... and I told her I probably wouldn't try to get with her, it would be her doing all the work b/c it was her to stop any possible romantic connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the seed is her wanting to get with me and telling me so ... the thing is I have NO romantic interest in her ... like at all... her personality at times is repulsive ... shes a good person but she is super bossy and yells and makes me nervous a lot ... not to mention the way she treats ppl it is absolutly repulsive ... I don't need another emotional mind fucker in my life!!! Or a person who is going to bring me down ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunesta says she realyl likes my personality and that she has grown to really like me but I have grown to really not be a fan of hers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes texting me right now saying "I miss you" I can't take a needy clingy person in my life or in general I need my space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any advise on how to make her not like me but still remain friends and get her to understand that she she pushing me away as even a friend with her clingyness???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-3521438796999352199?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3521438796999352199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-dont-water-seed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3521438796999352199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3521438796999352199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-dont-water-seed.html' title='Please don&apos;t water the seed'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4248555959207280871</id><published>2009-04-28T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:32:00.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats wrong? ...my rant!!!</title><content type='html'>People keep bitching at me and my friends are all fighting with each other ... then asking me to pick sides and I really don't give a shit ...they're all adults they can figure it out ya know ... and then my mother the fucking bitch keeps telling em how to live my life its pissing me off ... and I was supposed to move into my sisters room like 5 yrs ago (really 5 yrs ago) and my fucking mother didn't want e too cause she wants the room to store her extra shit in she wont clean out her own closet so now she has her clothes in my brothers room hers and now MINE and I asked her to get it out so I can start painting and shit cause the walls in the other room are nasty but she refuses unless I empty out my room completely to give her space in this smaller one when she has like 23845784375678346 5other places to keep it ... I have like NOTHING and half of my clothes dont fit me... she wanted them so really Im storing a bunch of HER shit in here too... and then I have Stelisa up my butt all day everyday she wont just let me be its really annoying we aren't together ... and I have 0 interest in getting with her she pisses me off a lot! I havent had like 30 min to myself without someone telling me what to do or how to act its just getting on my FUCKING nerves and my whole day of hiking with Zach was fucking ruined when the tire blew on the highway ... I tried so hard to just go to the gym and work out my frustrations and no im still fucking pissed off and unhappy even after the two hours of torture!!! I'm really fucking sick of other people living my fucking life and I'm sick of people bitching to me about each other cause there isn't a god dam thing I can do about it like at all  and I'm not picking sides when ppl fucking fight over shit that has nothing to do with me cause I'm not the cause of the problem I don't want to get involved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4248555959207280871?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4248555959207280871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-wrong-my-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4248555959207280871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4248555959207280871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-wrong-my-rant.html' title='Whats wrong? ...my rant!!!'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7524951212532812271</id><published>2009-04-28T17:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:31:33.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Idiots!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=226200334&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Lamont Carolina&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Politics is so political.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really did it take you a while to figure that out you stupid pineapple??? really you're a fucking MORON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7524951212532812271?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7524951212532812271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-idiots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7524951212532812271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7524951212532812271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-idiots.html' title='OMG Idiots!!!'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8152354536829731326</id><published>2009-04-28T17:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:19:36.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>get off my back!</title><content type='html'>I cant take everyone in my life fighting with one another anymore ... its really driving me nuts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant fix all your bull shit and drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of your own shit if you wot listen to me or take my helping hand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I;m not feeling well my sugar was at 167 this morning and right now its dwn to 101 ... do you know how bad of a drop that is in 6 hours??? especially RIGHT after a work out where it should have been raised for a bit before coming down ??? I dont need your added BS I have my own shit to deal with ... I cant even see properly right now FUCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8152354536829731326?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8152354536829731326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-off-my-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8152354536829731326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8152354536829731326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-off-my-back.html' title='get off my back!'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-2913567634086178179</id><published>2009-04-27T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:11:47.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hanna montana</title><content type='html'>yeah I totally watched that movie in the theater today with Stelisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we are total losers but we had such a good time throwing candy and popcorn at the other people in the place. We definitly turned our heads when they did and were like it must be the people working up there in the booth throwing it and the woman was so chill about it and she totally bought our bogus BS story lol ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of the movie makes me hate going to see movies but meh whatever ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all lol ... later peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-2913567634086178179?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2913567634086178179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/hanna-montana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2913567634086178179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2913567634086178179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/hanna-montana.html' title='hanna montana'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7822034269775949496</id><published>2009-04-25T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:53:35.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED OFF</title><content type='html'>HERE I AM AT WORK ... AND THERE IS NO FUCKING WORK! I AM BEYOND PISSED THEY FORCED ME TO COME IN FOR RUN 2 SAMPLES SO FAR ... YES JUST TWO... IN COMPARISON TO THE 80 I RAN YESTERDAY... I HAVE BEEN HERE FOR ALMOST 2 HOURS AND HAVE ANOTHER 8 TO GO ... BUT NO WORK... WHAT WAS THE NEED TO FORCE ME TO COME IN FOR THIS? I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE AND I AM PISSED NOT ONLY DID I HAVE PLANS FOR TODAY BUT I AM DUCKING EXHUASTED ... I TOTALLY JUST FELL ASLEEP IN THE BREAK FROM FOR 30 MIN ... AND I THINK I WILL GO BACK TO SLEEP TO TO CATCH UP ON MUCH NEEDED SLEEP.... IM THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS LAB AND THE PEOPLE DOWNSTAIRS ALREADY TOLD ME AT MOST THEY WILL BRING UP1 OR 2 MORE SAMPLES ... EFFECTIVELY I COULD HAVE NOT COME TO WORK AND THINGS WOULD HAVE BEEN JUST FINE WITHOUT THIS BS ... I REALLY REALLY HATE THEM FOR THIS B.C THEY RUINED A FEW THINGS FOR ME TODAY ...ASSHOLE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7822034269775949496?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7822034269775949496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/pissed-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7822034269775949496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7822034269775949496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/pissed-off.html' title='PISSED OFF'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8120365354030221043</id><published>2009-04-23T10:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:00:44.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>so I went to HR about being threatened by my supervisor and he was brought down... he apologized to be about making me feel that he was threatening me but he assured me he in no way was (BULLSHIT!!) He looked at the schedule and has me off on Sunday but I still have to go in on Sat ... I'm super pissed about it!! really this guy is a dick!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for another job ASAP! But unfortunately I'll have to keep this one until I get one  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8120365354030221043?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8120365354030221043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8120365354030221043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8120365354030221043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8794375372236550137</id><published>2009-04-22T01:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:03:47.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking about things that have happened in the past couple of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I am ashamed of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one I took the virginity of a person who identifies herself as a Nazi in her bedroom on Hitlers birthday.  Who shortly there after made some super anti-semetic comments.  I almost lost a great friend in the process too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess really I'm just disappointed in my decision making skills when more than one person has told me what to do in the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised Karin I wouldn't talk to her or see her anymore more and so far I have done so. She called and texted me a few times since the last time but I have not responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out that "If I want to keep my job I WILL be at work this weekend" This was said by the lab manager.  I am so torn between just quitting that job and/or keeping my plans for that Saturday. I feel like an asshole b.c I made plans with Karin I told her I would be there.  Shes probably upset due to what happened *hugs*  too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres more but I need to go to bed :(  sleep sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8794375372236550137?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8794375372236550137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/rambling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8794375372236550137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8794375372236550137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/rambling.html' title='rambling'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4430913812913930603</id><published>2009-04-20T20:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:09:25.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I feel so dirty for what I did last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like I'm gonna go to hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4430913812913930603?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4430913812913930603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4430913812913930603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4430913812913930603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7204537583777972268</id><published>2009-04-18T15:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:08:45.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have a name for this one .. .but read it</title><content type='html'>my sleep in the last few days have been absolutly horrible monday I didnt sleep b/c lunesta was over and taking up like my WHOLE bed so I eventually migrated to the floor and got about 4-5 hours of sleep .... Tuesday night I could sleep for some reason wensday I slept really good (a whole 7 hours str8 thru) thursday I got maaaybe 4.5 hours if I am lucky and frid I got about 5 hours ....I need to sleep like more ... like im getting sleep deprivation headaches and shit .... whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I went to my therapist on Fri for the first face to face visit (we did a few over the phone) and it was def not as bad as I thought it would be ... this woman was so easy to talk to and explian things to without having o go to deep into BS ya know ...it was just chill and she explained to me how men created the violent destructive world we are in now using socialogy and aercheology FACTS to explain her valid points (I double checked and it was all true) .... I went from there to work which was boring as fuclk I was there an hour early and they wouldnt let me start early so I hung around ...Tulsi wasnt at work that was sad :( we usally make each other have a good time at work even when its boring and nothign to to do ...ya know .... of well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so last night when I left work and began my drive to Karins house ... along the way I was tailgated by a cop who instead of pulling me over drove around my car cut me off and pulled over the person in thew car infront of me ... it was amusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to Karins house and she was acting liek anutcase which was hilarious but I was soooooooooo tired some of the things she saidor I said are jsut now registering ...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so in the past week since I decided I wouldn't talk to Judge Doom guess who wants to hang out and shit .. yes you are correct Judge Doom does ... she is like blowing up my cell phone oh well... I fuckd her in her nazi bed I hope hitler and his buddies enjoy my Jew cum on the swastikas .... any way so yes back to today ,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Keystone to see these ppl speak about some stuff and it was pretty lame some girl thoguht  was like 15/16 and this 20 yr old boy tried hitting on me (I introduced him to the 19 yr old who thought I was in HS) the student presentations were lame as hell none of them were done their research so like WTF?!? why bother presenting?!? at least mine was done when i handed it in!!! grrr and they will all prob get better grades than me this shit makes me SOOOOOOO mad! what ever ... I am so tired I forgot what the fuck I wa sgoing to say for the rest of my day so far ... I keep thinking it was going to be funny but I just can be so sure of that .... ill try and fill in the blanks later time for sleepys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7204537583777972268?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7204537583777972268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-have-name-for-this-one-but-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7204537583777972268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7204537583777972268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-have-name-for-this-one-but-read.html' title='I don&apos;t have a name for this one .. .but read it'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-422338045429618102</id><published>2009-04-18T15:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:55:47.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...working</title><content type='html'>SO I STARTED WORKING AGAIN!!!!!! Its so good to have something to do during the day again instead of sitting around doing nothing ....&lt;br /&gt;This guy Matt my one supervisor is going out on furlough now and in his place they are putting Catherine this woman who emmigrated here from Haiti and I HATE this woman... she talks down to me and is just a rude indivual ... I hope they bring Matt back casue I totally couldnt deal with her at all in just one night ....&lt;br /&gt;so work has been pretty good ...doing 4 days of 10 hr shifts working&lt;br /&gt;week 1 wensday thursday fri sat&lt;br /&gt;week 2 tuesday wens thur fri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I work from 330 pm to 2 am ... which in itself is a sucky shift but its alright cause I can get the morning to do whatever with no one around to bug me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-422338045429618102?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/422338045429618102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/working.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/422338045429618102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/422338045429618102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/working.html' title='...working'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4930472886763198106</id><published>2009-04-14T22:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:01:42.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iruewgheefuhyew (thats a scream)</title><content type='html'>why is it that ppl only ever hate me or like me only as a friend??? what the heck??? really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told today that "Your personality makes you hot but I can't date you"  well WTF?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really that undatable???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this guy Zach up my butt about going out with him but I dunno if I really want to do that normal kind of relationship thing anymore ...wow that sounds dumb maybe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently the last 3 girls I like are apparently ugly??? really??? I didn't think they were!!! whatever you ppl are all blow holes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also today I went to get my physical exam for the border patrol test and it wasnt the most comfortable thing  ... I got there and had to wait forever until they called me back I did te eye test and hearing and all the other test they made me do ... then they wanted me to take my clothes (shirt and bra) off for an EKG ... and I wasnt a super huge fan of that at all ... so I took it off and put this gown thing on w/ the opening in the front ... it totally wasnt big enough and my boobs were totally popping out almost ...the sides were viewable for sure ... and of course they had me walk around the office to another room for the exam sothe woman is applying these sticky things on my legs arms and  chest and comments on my "perky" boobs ... really?!? really?!? don't you have a job to do or something?!? stop looking at my boobs!!! thats about all I have to say about that oh and I am totally officially under 200 pounds so in total in the last 9-10 months I lost 64 pounds ... thats alot of fat omg im glad its gone ... some ppl say they cant notice tho and that hurts my feelings for real.... and I can do 8 push ups in 60 seconds how s that for pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow so thats like my 3rd blog for the day I think ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and tomorow I am going to work for the first time in like forever ...im excited and scared all at the same time ... I have to be in at noon oh joy ... or not really that means my supervisors will be around longer grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4930472886763198106?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4930472886763198106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/iruewgheefuhyew-thats-scream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4930472886763198106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4930472886763198106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/iruewgheefuhyew-thats-scream.html' title='iruewgheefuhyew (thats a scream)'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-3109412686455978581</id><published>2009-04-14T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:47:32.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>Seriously ... I really really really hate my "friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of people making plans with me then canceling to do shit with other people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this don't fucking talk to me EVER again! I am sick of all you people and your BULLSHIT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge Doom you really need to stop fucking calling me too. I mean why CALL ME and ask ME to hang out with YOU if you plan on calling me like 30 min before and canceling b.c you fucking boyfriend Alecsy doesnt want to go anymore ... I understand fully why you got fired from Sesame Place you're fucking insane and rude to non-aryans ... I hope you're box 6 ft under catches on fire you waste of human flesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-3109412686455978581?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3109412686455978581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/omfg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3109412686455978581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3109412686455978581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-1631252924531040793</id><published>2009-04-14T09:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:16:43.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karin ...</title><content type='html'>whats up? how are you doing? Tell me all the details of your life ...ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-1631252924531040793?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1631252924531040793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/karin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/1631252924531040793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/1631252924531040793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/karin.html' title='Karin ...'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-588002705208454208</id><published>2009-04-13T09:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:19:32.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>um</title><content type='html'>wow so Katie is even more of a sick fuck then I could have even ever imagined ... like last night she called to apolagize about what she said and did the previous night and just a few hours after that she writes obnoxcious shit on my facebook page about "neighborhood spas" which we all know she is refering to a concentration camp ... alls I have to say it ... thats not funny ... this girl is a fucking loony tune ... like really you know the movie Who Framed Roger Rabit ... she reminds me of the guy that wants to put all the toons in the sludge stuff ... in fact Katie will now be refered to as Judge Doom from this point forward ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I noticed when going thru my past blogger entries that I have girls going in and out of my life ... like perhaps a bit to much ??? I need to be focused and quit seeing so many ppl its probably not at all healthy and makes me look like a whore or something ... not that I have gone all the way with any of them but pretty dam close with Judge Doom ...yeah I have no idea what I was thinking there ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update on all these ppl b/c I think its important for me to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole - who knows ... in Wind Gap waiting for me to get pregnant for her?!?&lt;br /&gt;Mary - Havent spoken to her since Atlantic City trip&lt;br /&gt;Stelisa (Lunesta)  - well shes "sleeping over" tonight&lt;br /&gt;Judge Doom - in her hate filled world of disgust and desparity ... who gives a rats ass!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jackie - Shes an odd one ... she sends me text all the time to which I never really respond b/c they arent that funny but she wants to hang out again and I'm def not for that&lt;br /&gt;Mischia - well she turned out to be a big crazy psycho as well ... and she creeped me out so I no longer talk to her&lt;br /&gt;Jess - um that was one night and a bad bad night ... no longer speaking to that one&lt;br /&gt;Carly - Havent heard from her ... not that I really attempted to contact her ... the girl was pushy and didn't know when to just sht the fuck up!&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes my list of "conquest" in the past 3 months ... wow thats ALOT of ppl ... oh wait I cant forget .... (drum roll please) ....&lt;br /&gt;Heather - shes leaving me for Eric DeVirgil (SP?) LMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-588002705208454208?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/588002705208454208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/um.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/588002705208454208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/588002705208454208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/um.html' title='um'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4751342901704123567</id><published>2009-04-12T11:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:02:22.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a sick fuck!</title><content type='html'>So I was driving to the lesbian lub in Philly with Stelisa, Katie, and Alexi yesterday adn I had the heat on ... apparently to high... Alexi goes "what are you trying to kill us wit hthe heat?" and I was like "No I was cold I didnt even notice it was to hot" and then Katie goes "No shes a jew she likes being in ovens"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fucked up is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resisting my urge to kick her out of my moving vehicle on 95 I have decided that I will NEVER EVER EVER again speak to this girl ... she can believe whatever BS she wants but I will not subject my emotions to her anymore ... shes a fucking sick human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at the club she asks me to help set her up with other women?!?!?!? WTF is wrong with this girl???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well not my problem anymore ... shes going to be single for ever no one except another racist POS will want to get with that and since shes like a NAZI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes no sense ...  a lesbian Nazi???/ really??? no that doesnt happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about when we were at the club she was talking to me calling me her "buddy" holding my hand putting her arm around me like really get the fuck away from me and this was after she spent the first like hour sitting as far from me as possible giving me dirty looks and all that BS ...oh and my favorite was when she goes "My Boyfriend" I was like ugh what?!? and she goes the guy that I'm using .... yeah some poor guy (I dunno how oor he is he too is a Nazi) has been sending her thousands of dollars for shit she got a dog and like 4 game systems and 2 thousands dollars cash off of him and they NEVER met in real life ... this girl is a user and fucked up ... I'm so glad I learned my lesson no more Nazi's for this Jew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4751342901704123567?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4751342901704123567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4751342901704123567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4751342901704123567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/you.html' title='you&apos;re a sick fuck!'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-3042563785471115034</id><published>2009-04-10T19:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:30:56.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Stew</title><content type='html'>In general lately I have been disinterested in just about everything. I'm not sure what that may mean but it is what it is ... I have been so bad that I am even going to see a therapist b/c im like that bad and paranoid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mother I was going to see a therapist and she spends a good 20 min up my butt asking me if I am depressed about her or if its in part due to her why I cant talk to her and a whole bunch of other questions and I just wanted to kick her in the head it was really annoying ... later on her my stepdad and I went to the food store and I was texting Lunesta (lol Karin) and my mom was like are you going steady with that girl and I was like yeah and later tonight we are gonna have sex and she was like ... Are you serious?!? all upset like ... what the hell does it matter??? Its not like I'm making you watch it... god this is why I need to see a therapist for real....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and so like Katie wants to hang out tomorow and I'm like realyl nervous and I asked Lunesta to come along with and she was all like no Katie scares me and well I'm scared too but PLEASE Lunesta I can't be in a car with her :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-3042563785471115034?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3042563785471115034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-stew.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3042563785471115034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3042563785471115034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-stew.html' title='Beef Stew'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-1255454981432193689</id><published>2009-04-10T00:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:48:32.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what just  happened???</title><content type='html'>Someone one just called me from a phone number of a person I used to talk to but not anymore... and I was told by this person that "You know the girl you told me to stay away from?!? Well shes looking for you" and I don't know who I told to stay away from and who I was saying to stay away from but then they told me to call "Fran" in the morning and I  don't know any Frans other than my sisters friend Fran of whom I have not seen in like 5 yrs let alone talk to ... so at this point I am scared for my life b/c of the whole Katie thing ...which is a long story and I'm not sure I'll share it with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just very worried for my safety and thats why I have my gun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-1255454981432193689?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1255454981432193689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-just-happened.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/1255454981432193689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/1255454981432193689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-just-happened.html' title='what just  happened???'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7497292114403932221</id><published>2009-04-09T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:26:41.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>So apparently I only atract seriously crazy girls ... there has to be something wrong with me to then b.c why else would that happen ALL the time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm not perfect but I'm not crazy like some of these people I have been meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats friggen wrong with me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7497292114403932221?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7497292114403932221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7497292114403932221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7497292114403932221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8773879294084413314</id><published>2009-04-08T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:46:58.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting ...not really</title><content type='html'>So this girl (stelisa) thinks im going to murder her in the woods b/c I asked her to go for a hike ... which seems pretty innocent to me like really its a hike and typically I don't murder people ... anyway she decides that we need to go to the movies and all that BS so we do ... first of all I have no idea what that movie was about or anything and after "watching" it I still have no idea what it was about (needless to say it wasnt watched ... no we didnt sit there and make out the whole time we talked the entire time..actually there was no making out ever) so I took her home and all and was thinking to myself that like that was dumb probably wont talk to her now but no she text me and then goes but I just want to be good friends like WTF??? whats with the mixed signals??? so we plan on going bowling the next day (which was yesterday) and she was going to bring along her friend Katie, a very shy girl ...  or not ... so we bowl and all that good stuff (when I was tying my bowling shoes I got the "crack kills" thing said to me ... throwing that in there for Karin) then drive around go to my house for a bit whatever take Stelisa back to her car and Katie and I go to hang out at her dads house. We met up with her friend Alexi (a guy from Russia) and spent a total of like 5 minutes there at which point Mr. Charming Alexi asked me maybe 8492375736845 times to give him a blow job and also to make out with Katie ... which didnt happen ...then at least ... so yeah he decides that we should go do something so we planned to sneak into a movie but it was not for a while so we went to the mall and while in there Alexi was like lets go to the gay club in Philly ... so we got back in his car and headed towards the "gayborhood" as it is called ... Alexi was driving and I was like we need to for sure park in a parking garage b/c you wont find a spot on the street ... of course Mr Drives-a-lot doesnt listen and  drives around for like half an hour looking for street parking and OMG was I annoyed when he finally pulled into a parking garage ... so from there we walk to Sisters (the lesbian club) and Alexi was a complete moron isnt convinced its a lesbian bar ... really wtf ... there was only women there and a flaming gay male bouncer at the door but he asked and the bar tender who is amazing funny as hell looks at him with the most serious look and goes "Its a gay bar" to which he goes "Is that written down anywhere" and the bartender goes "I guess all men really are stupid" and then turned around... and then he turns to me and Katie and says "so you can make out now?!?" yeah I resisted my urge to punch him in the face really hard... so I decide to go to the pool room and Mr Charming follows me  and Katie down ...like really get the fuck away dude... anyway we play 2 game sof pool where Mr. Charming whispers to Katie "go make out with her" I only knew this b/c she goes "no thats akward" and I knew full well what he had just asked her ... so yeah then we leave and walk around for like a few hours ... Alexi was a jack ass some more and Katie and I made out the whole way back to her house (a 40 min drive) apparently at some point we were stopped at a red light and this guy in the car next to us rolled down his window to get a better view (according to Alexi ...)and Katie goes "let them watch" and that was that ... so yeah today I was talking to Stelisa the girl I was originally trying to get with and shes all like mad at me or something over the whole thing ... like WTF is with you one min your all hot for me and the next you want to be friends how can you be mad that I just hooked up with someone else??? she was supposed to come over for passover dinner tonight and she still hasnt responded to me that was over an hour ago usually she is nonstop texting me ... I guess I upset her but wtf dont say one thing if you don't mean it ... I'm listening to what you say not reading your mind ... and thats all about that I think Stelisa is mad at me and I'm prob never going to see Katie again ... all of which kinda sucks... at least Alexi was fun to hang out with ...actually not really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8773879294084413314?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8773879294084413314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/interesting-not-really.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8773879294084413314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8773879294084413314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/interesting-not-really.html' title='interesting ...not really'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8433775232838433755</id><published>2009-04-03T23:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:24:33.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>funny story... Karin you cant read this</title><content type='html'>Karin you cant read this b.c I tried to call and tell you and you didn't pick up and then i cried and so no you just can't read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so tonight I went out to dinner with my family (my brother and sister mom and stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;so my mom goes this is the first time in years all three of my children came out to dinner with me on my birthday ... so the waitress goes "oh are you to in college?" (pointing to me and my brother) and my sister says "I live in San Diego" and then my brother chimes in and goes "And I'm never home and shes over in there in lezbo land" and the waitress just goes "Oh, ok" and walks away like WTF LMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8433775232838433755?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8433775232838433755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-story-karin-you-cant-read-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8433775232838433755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8433775232838433755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-story-karin-you-cant-read-this.html' title='funny story... Karin you cant read this'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-1580632557039569992</id><published>2009-03-27T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:08:16.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>food</title><content type='html'>ok so im sick of ppl asking me what I like and when I tell them they go ok shorter list tell me what you do like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a list of what I dont like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pork/split hoofed animals (religious reasons)&lt;br /&gt;shellfish  (religious reasons)&lt;br /&gt;meat w/ cheese  (religious reasons)&lt;br /&gt;fried foods (nutritionally i try to not eat them but they are tasty)&lt;br /&gt;red meats (I think the taste is nasty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do eat&lt;br /&gt;Everything else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-1580632557039569992?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1580632557039569992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/1580632557039569992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/1580632557039569992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/food.html' title='food'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-5027562871635110315</id><published>2009-03-23T19:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:23:18.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm so yeah</title><content type='html'>I am quite possibly the most lucky person in the world like OMG sooooo lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to this story n a bit have a phone interview for a job in Cali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I am soooo lucky I was pulled over in Jersey going 20 miles over the speed limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo scared b/c the cop had me pulled over for almost 45 minutes and he just gave me a "warning" and as he walks away he goes "nice bumper stickers"  I think my stickers got me out of the ticket thank god ... and apparently Karin says I could have lost my license well that would have been horrible!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-5027562871635110315?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5027562871635110315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/ummm-so-yeah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/5027562871635110315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/5027562871635110315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/ummm-so-yeah.html' title='ummm so yeah'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7490762890198102409</id><published>2009-03-22T20:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:24:43.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah so</title><content type='html'>people and their vanity  really pisses me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like really i want to stick a fucking dagger in some ppls eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7490762890198102409?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7490762890198102409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7490762890198102409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7490762890198102409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-so.html' title='yeah so'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7288029413213524344</id><published>2009-03-15T21:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:29:58.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need</title><content type='html'>a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;a job&lt;br /&gt;new friends&lt;br /&gt;something to do&lt;br /&gt;basically a squirreling life !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7288029413213524344?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7288029413213524344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7288029413213524344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7288029413213524344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need.html' title='I need'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-429922072518375543</id><published>2009-03-15T01:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:55:50.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>flying home</title><content type='html'>so I learned a little bit of the lingo used by airlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay over - means there is a stop where you deplane and then board another one&lt;br /&gt;Direct flight - flight goes from one place to another but stops somewhere in the middle, you dont deplane&lt;br /&gt;Non-stop- plane flys from one location to another without stopping when you deplane you are at your destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on a direct flight from Tucson to Philly (stopping in Chicago but I was to remain ON the plane)  So there I go getting to the airport LATE because robin is an asshole and wouldnt get up on time to take me ...got she made me so angry!!! anyway I was chilling at the gate for like 10 min before we had to get on the plane ... Southwest has pick your own seat seating so yeha I got a window seat (YEA BUDDY!!) but an old woman ended up sitting next to me she was pretty nice I liked her but the woman on the end was so fucking annoying the kind that holds a book in their hand while blabbering on about something stupid ... and now i dont wonder why she was reading those kiddy books she had for her "grandson" anymore ... anyway yeah when we got into Chicago&lt;br /&gt;and all the "local" passengers got off that left me and like 18 other people still ON the plane heading to Philly... so about 5 min after sitting there they tell us we all have to get off and come back in like an hour b.c philly airport was calling in a landing delay or something ... oh whatever so I walked around the airport for a while i got the greatest sandwhich from this place it was a hoagie roll with mustard and salami but it was toasted omg sooooo good!!! anyway I got a post card to send to this girl Crista to make her laugh ...I sent it to Karin so she better give it to her or Ill kick her butt ... anyway yeah so everyone gets on the plane and its loaded ...I was in the second row (still in the window seat YES!!!) so this cute little old lady was seated next to me the stewaress put her bag in the overhead along with the cane ... some dude comes in trying to put his bag in the space next to the old womans back and it didnt work so they moved it across the aisle to another overhead bin anyway yeah this guy thought he was supper funny but he just WASNT ... anyway yeahso off we go in the time zone machine and we get into philly and fly in circles for like 15 min finally we land and then find out tat there isnt an open gate yet the captin assures us only 5 - 10 min before we can start getting off ... yeah not so much it wasnt until like 40 min later that we got off the plane ... we just sat n the run way :( ... ok so yeah the stewerdessgoes on the load speaker and says "Hey Captin how do you keep 119 ppl in suspense" I kinda found that funny but I just wanted to get off the plane so I didnt luagh ... anyway during this 40 min wait the old lady decides she NEEDS her phone and cane ... so the stewerdess helps her the old woman says its a light blue bag so the stewerdess pulls down the bad but the old woman is like thats not it so her and the other stewerdess franticall y search all the overheads for a few min and getting a bit upset ... that was amusing... then the old woman goes well maybe that WAS my bag so thye bring it down again and then shes like THAtS MY BAG all excited lol ... yeah that was ust funny ... thats all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-429922072518375543?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/429922072518375543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/flying-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/429922072518375543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/429922072518375543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/flying-home.html' title='flying home'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-1344451137100042967</id><published>2009-03-07T12:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:06:47.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>because Karin asked for it</title><content type='html'>So when I was in Cali Karin hooked me up with her buddy Matt ... he invited me to a cook out at some girls house he knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he originally told me like 230-ish&lt;br /&gt;at like 1130 he was like I'll call you in a half an hour with the address ...totally didnt hear from him till like 100 but then it was at like 530 so that was cool cuase oceanside,ca is like a 45 min drive from pacific beach ..i totally drove like 10 min in the wrong direction so like that was awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally got to the house this girl lives in a culdasac thing so i went u to the wrong house and totally felt like an asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they found me and like cracked open a beer for me first thing when i walked in it was great :) and they were making deviled eggs mmmmmm yummy and chicken and burgers and all sort of yummys it was great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so robin wants to go hang out at a luandromat today so I have to get ready ... i havnt eaten a fucking thing today nad im starting to get dizzy but of course she doesnt give a shit i really want to smack her upside the head ...ill finish this later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so there was this guy there his name was ...ugh I dunno it doesnt really matter what his name was but that dude drank like a litter of vodka str8 along with some jagar ... it was sick!! yeah and there was more i totally forgot about most of it ... Karin fill these ppl in I believe I was texting you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-1344451137100042967?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1344451137100042967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-karin-asked-for-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/1344451137100042967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/1344451137100042967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-karin-asked-for-it.html' title='because Karin asked for it'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6638597438463926926</id><published>2009-03-07T01:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:24:08.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yesterday Robin and I had a good day .... yeah I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good too ...we were drving and this guy was staring at us so Robin rolled down the window and I stared back his kid closed her window ... then we were stopped at a light and he was STILL staring so I rolled the window down and started talking to him I was like "do you have a dog?" and he was like "no" so I was like "you should get one their friendly loyal nad energetic" he luaghed and it was funny it went on for a bit ...after the light he rolled his window again and a block or two later he was turning so I signed him the universal peace symbol (which in England means fuck you lol) ...but yeah the whole thing was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now Robin and Tammy are watching this movie called Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants and I want to like take a pen knife to my trache and well yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Hutchenson ...that the artist of a song that was just playing in the movie and Robin whipped out her V-cast thing on her phone ... if they asked i coulda told them ... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way so yeah Nicole hasnt said a word to me since I was like "we need to have a serious talk about our relationship"  I guess she just wanted me for my uterus ... thats sad I guess I really do suck :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah apparently my typing is bothering them so I'll type more tomorow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6638597438463926926?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6638597438463926926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-yesterday-robin-and-i-had-good-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6638597438463926926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6638597438463926926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-yesterday-robin-and-i-had-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4223906277841541634</id><published>2009-03-04T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:47:10.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday I drove 7.5 hours to get to the grand canyon well here I am still 1.5 hours away on in the flagstaff public library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I have to say the drive from San Diego to Flagstaff is absolutly beautiful (I took pics from my car as I was driving so check myspace/facebook for them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I have to say is that anyone travelling to the Grand Canyon DON"T STOP IN WILLIAMS AZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in this shady hotel called The Westerner and let me tell you not a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;The advertise free internet cable tv a fridge microway and a "pleseant time" let me tell you anything BUT pleseant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV didn't work the internet was 4 bucks per ever 15 min (I didnt pay it tho) the fridge and microwave didnt work ..nor did the lights or ANY outlet!!! the water took forever and a day to get warm and it was still kinda cold and then the people who run the hotel were nasty as hell NOT A PLESENT STAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unpleseant thing was the Pine County Diner ...they didnt have good pie it was a total waste of 5 bucks ..but the Route 66 Cruisers Cafe was awesome got the yummiest food there :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway theres this restuarant in flagstaff called the Galaxy Diner it is amazing ppl should drive here just for that food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see anything else??? nope well i'm about to go hit up the grand canyon and I'll take pics so keep an eye out :) later peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4223906277841541634?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4223906277841541634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-yesterday-i-drove-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4223906277841541634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4223906277841541634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-yesterday-i-drove-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-600040766840621982</id><published>2009-03-02T12:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:20:36.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>OK so I lied I LOVE San Diego its 1000000x better than LA!!! the only thing LA has is Amoeba records (best record store EVER) and Pengiuns Fish (Great food!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my time here much better now that I am with my sister and her boyfriend. Hes really nice I'm glad my sister found someone nice to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing all my friends and my pets tho :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later ...interview time ... wish me luck...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK Update time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to my interview it went fairly well, once I was done with that I drove around and handed my resume out to whoever would take it (companies not ppl off the street) I got some good responses and some not so good ones ... like the woman who was like "we arent hiring" and wouldnt even take my resume. Oh well whatever when I got back to my sisters apartment I changed into my shorts (apparently I am pale as a ghost everyone feels the need to tell me that) and got ready for hiking up Iron Mountain in Poway, CA... it took us an hour and 12 minutes to climb up it ... it was like the hardest hike I ever had to hike in my life it was like 4 miles of pure hell and then I had to go DOWN (oooo it was so worth it I loved it and the view was spectacular I have pics on my phone I have to buy the cord to up load them on the computer tho... I sent the pics to Karin she can tell you how nice it was... ok on the way to the top (maybe .2 miles away some guy and his dog come by and the dog comes up to my so i put out my hand so she could smell it .. yeah she started barking adn almost bit me ... guess she didnt like me ... in the way down there was the cutest puppy a boxer and that dog licked my hand and walked away and then towards the very very end another dog who sniffed my hand then squatted to take a wiz.... I had a bad dog day :( ... so anyway yeah that hike was amazing after the hike I was supposed to hang out with Jess but she was like I cant go out after 430 ..wtf Jess you're like 26 your parents blow!!!! so whatever we didnt chill ... oh well ... instead I walked 1.5 miles to the starbucks to log onto the internet ... when I got here all the tables were being used I asked one guy if he could share seeing as how he wasnt using it ... he looked at me like I had ten heads gave a look of disgust and shook his head about 10 min later STILL WAITING a skinny but-her-face girl walks in asks the same question and he welcomes her to the table with joy ... can we say ASSHOLE?!?!?!?! ... I knew ya could ... so yeah but my plans for tomorow are to drive to the grand canyon and then to Albecourquie, NM (thats spelled SOOO wrong but you can sound it out) then back to Tucson which you all know I am sooooo excited about.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah ttyl and Karin feel better I love you :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-600040766840621982?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/600040766840621982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/san-diego.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/600040766840621982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/600040766840621982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/03/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6025881106323018549</id><published>2009-02-27T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:55:49.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I drove about 6 hours (a 7 hour drive ..oops) from Tucson.AZ  to Orange, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took I-8 for about 300 miles and I have to say it is an absolutly magnificant view ... I love the senery  out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the drive I nearly ran out of gas ... fantastic (seriously I had like 10 miles left worth of gas) and this occured b/c I refused to buy gas when I first stopped assuming that there would be another gas station soon ... the gas was 2.45$ ... it was scary driving with nearly no gas like OMG there was NOTHING around if I needed help and the exits are like 10 miles apart ... I drove pst something called "Devils Drop" so I stopped and looked ... yea I wouldnt recoment anyone jump down that canyon/cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got to my hotel (I saw he buildign but couldnt find where to pull in took me liek 15 minutes to actually get TO it) I had to race out  and get to my interview which I arrived at the moment the clocked turned hehe the receptionist was liek thats good timing to me... I dont think I'll be getting that job the people didnt seem to like me much :(  .. oh well it was a cool job as a biology assistant 1 working with animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my hotel is awesome it has a little kitchen unit and all so I can make food there instead of going out and spending lots  I enjoy that alot ya know ... and it has the best bath tub ever!!! yeah I took a bath for like literally 2 hours came out looking like a people prune ... so well worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm going to LA for some interviews (not right now obviously but in like an hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a library atm and got my very own CA library card ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there was jsut an earthquake too a moment ago ... it felt like when you are on a rollercoaster and just go down the first fall... I just thought someone pushed the computer desk but no everyone felt it ... so this will go down as my first survival of an earthquake ... honestly if anyone died I would be suprised ... I do wonder how it feels to be driving during an earchquake b/c liek the whole building moved would the cars move too??? that has to be scary ... well off to make some lunch and go to my last intervew ... woo hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and LA is great but super expensive (gas is 2.19-ish) and food is liek twice what I would pay back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I don't want to move out here anymore I want to leave home but im not sure where jsut somewhere!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6025881106323018549?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6025881106323018549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6025881106323018549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6025881106323018549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7781857179963867227</id><published>2009-02-25T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:17:33.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin</title><content type='html'>So being here for the past week or so with my friend from grade school I realized that we have nothing in common at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad to think that we went all these years of being apart and then found each other that forging a friendship is so difficult ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it now that we were probably not meant to be friends forever just for the time being ...I've moved on with my life and she has moved on with hers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it just hurts to know that the first person you were best friends with is now merely a complete and total stranger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel bad for us but more so the lack of life she has ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7781857179963867227?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7781857179963867227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/robin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7781857179963867227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7781857179963867227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/robin.html' title='Robin'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4257585252042427699</id><published>2009-02-24T00:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:31:29.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So by now we all know that I am in AZ visiting my friend and that I'll be here till March 11th ... isn't it grand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in short not really ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was Lauras last day here before flying back to NJ (this is the mean girl I talked about earlier) yesterday were went to a town called Tombstone the town itself was really fun and exciting well ... I enjoyed myself ... but there were things that really bugged me ... for instance I told them I needed to eat (I'm diabetic I need food when I need it) around 1:30 we didn't eat until about 4:00 (we ordered before that but we had to wait for the food to get to the table) I was starting to get all sweaty and cold and dizzy and lightheaded it just wasnt at all good ... and Laura has the nerve to go "Do you really have to eat now?" Yes ass I do! Who the hell are you? Are you a doctor? Are you going to take me to the hospital when I go in shock? the answer to these questions are all NO so STFU!!!! anyway yeah the begining of our trip was also so exciting they decided that it would be awesome if they counted the times I say awesome in a day b/c apparently I say it way to much...the count was 124 in case you were wondering... and then they felt the need to comment on my accent which really isnt an accent from anywhere I say my vowels long so instead of phone its phOOne ...for awesome it goes AWEsome ..but like who cares you know what I'm saying so why make fun of it its not liek its any diffrent than anyone else ...its neglish and you understand it so STFU!!! the whole day I felt like I was an outsider and totally being held captive or something ... dont get me wrong I did enjoy myself I just cant stand when ppl gang up on me its quite aggrevating ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on top of all of this Nicole decides that she wants to be with me forever and ever and no one else now (where did this sense of intensity come from??? ...no idea) She dumped her g/f for me and she wants to come to CA with me to start 'our family' she says that she will never leave me and will provide for me and our FIVE kids for life ... she really really scares me with this intensity ... she also was willing to fly out to CA to be with me tonight and so that tomorow we could make out at the zoo ... yes make out like 13 yr olds under the bleachers or something ... no Nicole I am almost 24 and I am not that immature and I can't just leave my life in the wind so YOU can have a family I dont want babies at this point in my life I'm not financially stabe or near anysense of stability ... I cant start a family and definitly not with a perosn liek you who will latch yourself to anyone who will give you the time of day ... I don't even see what I saw in you in the first place or why you have choosen me for that matter ... you need to do some soul searching and figure out what it is you want I think you just need someone to love you unconditionally and that can be a puppy for all intensive purposes if you want I would go to the shelter with you ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lets see as for my thoughts and all well I am currently thinking that I am missing my life ... I feel as if I am living my life thru someone elses body I have no say and no one listens when I speak ... I want to be in control again to feel like life is worth living again I'm sick of this depression and sadness and lack of control ... Another thing I have been thinking about is the lack of love in my life ...I mena there is the crazy nicole but she isnt anything that I want to be with forever ... no I want someone who can see past the end of her nose and be in love with me not my uterus (oh and to add to nicoles wierdness she tells me to go find a guy and fuck him ..in those words exactly) ... anywho so yeah there is this girl Jackie that I have been talking to but I dunno if it is going to ever go anywhere shes really nice totally sarcastic blunt smart and speaks her mind definitly my type of girl (The not playing mindgamers..yea I love those ones) and we get along wonderfully but the thing is we only hung out a few times and she is interested I can see that its obvious her friends even tell me but like I dunno if I really LIKE her ... on paper if you were to list the pros and cons of this girl it would be 4:1 but for some reason I am like blocking myself from falling for her ...i'm seriously scared to be in love again after megan ... or maybe this all has to do with Nicole freaking me out again ... I dunno ... I just want to feel something I havnt been doing any feeling in the recent days ... oh and on valentines day from (2-13-09) 1130 to (2-14-09) 2:30 am I was having sex with my ex Joe (the moron who tried to cheat on me but I cuaght him before he did and had an excuse to end it....so I did) I was there from 9pm to 3 am the next day just to be clear ... so anyway the sex was absolutly empty and menaingless even afterwards I jsut go dressed and was like I gotta go and he was the one to be like no lets talk about this blah blah blah like is there something wrong with me??? why do I just not care ??? I just want my life back thats all I want ... I need to feel emotion soon or I might explode from this lack of humanity within  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4257585252042427699?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4257585252042427699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-by-now-we-all-know-that-i-am-in-az.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4257585252042427699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4257585252042427699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-by-now-we-all-know-that-i-am-in-az.html' title=''/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6333528984555757805</id><published>2009-02-22T12:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:06:54.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky Martin</title><content type='html'>Last night Robin her friend Amber and I went to this bar called Reilys Irish Tavern ... it was pretty swell let me tell you ... haha no I really enjoyed it there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us were sitting in the back at a table and this guy approaches us clearly drunk and starts flirting with us all haha it was funny at first then we all felt bad for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked the three of us (yes 3) to marry him and I go ok but do we have to sleep in the same bed?? ya because I didnt want to at all lol ... poor guy ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we all introduced ourselves and I go whats your name? he goes Ricky and I was like cool hi ricky and got thru the boring formalties of conversation the what do you do how old are you (which he said 35 but then negotiated down to 30 to make us more 'comfortable') all those ya know and then i forgot why but i asked him what his last name was and he goes MARTIN ... the 3 of us  cracked up b.c it was fairly funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the begining of our encounter he was liek I'm gonna sing kareoke for you ladies and we were liek OK whatever pal ... he told us to pick for him so I told him to sing Livin' Lavida Loca by Ricky Martin and he was liek Oh that one of course ... he never sang the song for us tho he get up and drank another pitcher of beer and some shots and then we called a taxi for him ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was way more funny stuff but thats all I can remmeber the night was a total  trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6333528984555757805?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6333528984555757805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/ricky-martin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6333528984555757805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6333528984555757805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/ricky-martin.html' title='Ricky Martin'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6992835732003680552</id><published>2009-02-21T11:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:25:02.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona</title><content type='html'>is gorgeuous ... yeah im enjoying it alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrived in AZ like an hour later than expected not to bad concidering ya know... my friend Robin and I went to a waffle house where neither of us got a waffle. Down here Waffle house is considered trucker food apparently...well its very good trucker food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day we were to drive to Sedona AZ with my friends friend Tammy and her friend luara who is also visiting ... Before leaving we ate at this awesome buffet type restuarant called sweet tomatoes (YUM) and then we were off on our grand adventure ... so the ride up was pretty amazing we had some good times in the car ... perhaps I'll post the video of out car trip and sedona or possible pics ... or not ... so anyway we stopped to watch the sun set and all which of course was beautiful ... when we arrived at our motel thing I wasnt feeling very well from my own stupidity as Karin well knows I need to eat when I begin feeling light headed and yucky ... I was really bad sweating and being freezing at the same time and then everything was spinning ..yeah I needed some sugar or food or something ASAP ... so we went to this mexican food place (we all know how much i love that *eye roll* but I ate there anyway got the only thing on the menu I could eat a thing with cheese in it .... it was a bit too cheesy so I scarped alot off it wasnt to bad then infact I liked it ... Tammy got this monster taco salad and Robin got ...sometihng lol I forget ... Laura got the same thing I did with veggies and complained the whole time about it ... ugh she did alot of that after that we went to a blues bar and played pool ... uneventful ... then it was bed time and apparently im a blanket hog and a midnight smacker ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so time for the next day we go hiking !!! YAY I was excited about that and rightfully so it was awesome ... everyone had a good time except Laura who was very glum in the beginging and later revealed her dislike for my friend Robin and in fact she barely spoke to her friend Tammy I think I got along best with her ... go figure right ... Laura like refused to put money in for the hotel or gas money and that really pissed us all off other people had to put in her share ... she goes well I paid 200 bucks to fly out here I should have too ... well truth be told as did I and I didnt want to stay in a  hotel at all ... anyway ... Laura wanted to see the sun rise so we got up at 6 am to do so it was well worth it ... after we had breakfatse the four of us climbed this rock called bell *something*(maybe rock????)  that I dubbed boob rock ... it looked like a boob with hug nipples !!!!!  we most definitly went up into areas that we werent supposed to (no trails) but it was ok at one point Laura and I went off on our own seperate way at which point she told me how she was having a better time and glad we went hiking ... a bit after she vented to me about some personal stuff and I understood her glum attitude but told her to enjoy what she has b/c what you want is not always possible its the small moments in life that you have and miss and later regret this being one of them ... she lightened up and was good until we got back with Robin and Tammy at which point she was ms cranky pants again ... as we were desencding boob rock Robin goes look no one fell not a moment later the poor girls ankle gives out and she just drops to the ground at which point Tammy her friend goes robin smile for the camera.... haha that was funny ... after the hike we went to an indian rest Lauras pick for lunch ... it was yummy of course and then we began our drive home ... ms grumpy pants was in the front not speaking at all and robin and I were in the back texting each other about what her adn I talked about when we went off on our own ... at some point I asked if I could drive and thankfully I was allowed Tammy was driving horribly and stressing me out ... She agreed I could drive up to the heart attack grill and then she would take over once more ... Tammys car needs a serious alighnment... anyway my navigator gave me some bad directions and we were slughtly lost but not to worry we found it ... once we got there Laura complained and so she made us feel bad so we didnt eat there instead we went to some place called the regal beagle (or beagle regak) apparently someone ate there in this show ... it was disgusting and just ewww... then we continued on back to tuscon nothing really eventful and went to bed ... before bed I watched Alvin and the Chipmunks lol it was cute and that is my trip to Sedona AZ and back from Tuscon AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Sedona is quite possibly one of the most beautiful place I've ever had the privledge to view .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6992835732003680552?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6992835732003680552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/arizona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6992835732003680552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6992835732003680552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/arizona.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4948076297920534526</id><published>2009-02-16T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:30:17.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Roller Skating</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I went to this roller skating rink tonight and it was gay night ... sweet right?!? Heck yeah it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good times ...  I fell once b/c this dude couldn't skate for shit and plowed into me on the curve part of the rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I was talking to this girl for like an hour ... a friggen hour... we exchange contact info and all that and then her gay guy friend comes up and says something to the effect of lesbians don't like female fag hags .... uuugggghhhhh dammit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then Jackie (Klondike) sends me a text and tells me how she got kicked out of her house for something completely retarded. ..I think we are going to start 'talking' again soon when I come back from CA.  I dunno tho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4948076297920534526?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4948076297920534526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/gay-roller-skating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4948076297920534526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4948076297920534526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/gay-roller-skating.html' title='Gay Roller Skating'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8618945264525708063</id><published>2009-02-16T16:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:02:54.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE GIRL ON A PLANE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;"&gt;A stranger was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when the stranger turned to her and said, 'Let's talk. I've heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the stranger, 'What would you like to talk about?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I don't know,' said the stranger. 'How about nuclear power?' and he smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, ' she said. 'That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass - . Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stranger, visibly surprised by the little girl's intelligence, thinks about it and says, 'Hmmm, I have no idea...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the little girl replies, 'Do you really feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tulsi this is funny    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8618945264525708063?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8618945264525708063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-girl-on-plane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8618945264525708063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8618945264525708063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-girl-on-plane.html' title='LITTLE GIRL ON A PLANE'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6632530050062859071</id><published>2009-02-14T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:54:23.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicy Booty</title><content type='html'>So we all know those girls who wear shorts with words on their shorts (across their butts) that say "Sexy" or "Juicy" or whatever else. You know the girls that have a BILLBOARD on their ass and then get upset when you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all you have something written on your ass who isn't going to look at it? I mean seriously its human nature to at least take a glance! So why get all upset?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing why have your assboard read "Juicy" or "Sexy" when you have a flat ass and you're anything BUT sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its false advertising!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like if I decided to get dressed up in a police uniform with the whole bit but when someone runs up to me screaming bloody murder I would have to say "Sorry ma'am I'm not really a police officer I'm just wearing the uniform"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS FALSE FUCKING ADVERTISING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6632530050062859071?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6632530050062859071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/juicy-booty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6632530050062859071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6632530050062859071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/juicy-booty.html' title='Juicy Booty'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4453530851803631325</id><published>2009-02-13T17:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:39:24.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Gangsta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;zero&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; now your officially gangsta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet so that give me free license to bust a knee cap and smack ppl with the BBE and NAR sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) NICE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4453530851803631325?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4453530851803631325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/officially-gangsta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4453530851803631325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4453530851803631325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/officially-gangsta.html' title='Officially Gangsta'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7393795418163229056</id><published>2009-02-12T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:51:24.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you have sex with a  boy?!?</title><content type='html'>Yes that one line is the highlight of my fairly adventurous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start at the beginning and work our way down to that magical comment said by my current infatuation Jackie ( aka Klondike by which she will now be referred to as)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from 2 am to 4am I was on the phone with people which sucked b/c I had to wake up at like 8:30 so I had like NO sleep whatsoever. Woke up at 8:30 by my annoying alarm which apparently I didn't turn off properly and went off again while I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, so the dog decides to howl (yes howl) at the alarm. It was kinda cute actually hehe. Ok so then I'm like dude I bet Karin is still asleep so I sent her a text. which of course she didn't respond to (bitch). The creepy wierdo that I am of course called her house number and then found out that her cell phone is broken. so yeah that was awesome ... after she switched to a new one I began my journey and she hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we are me the car and the (not so) open road. I inputted the address into my GPS and was off ... so yeah if you know me you know I like my guns (yeah I was packing some) so when my GPS sent me off into NJ I was a little uncomfortable but I slowed down (to the speed limit) and went until I crossed over in PA again. Which totally sucked b.c it was the first 5 min of driving in PA then an hour in NJ then 5 min in PA again ... so by my count thats like 8 felonies for driving ...so then i finally get there and apparently its a residential area??? for the mall???? no way!!! so I reset my GPS and it says 3 miles from the mall so I was like AGGHHH GRRR and turned around to get to it... which totally totally sucked b.c I had to pee like a MOFO ...  so after like a 15 minutes ride (to go somewhere 3 miles away) I was finally at the stupid mall ... yeah i walked around that mall for I dont know how long looking for the bathroom ... didnt find it AGGGGHHHH ... so I go sit in my car and tell that feeling to go away (and successfully do so) then finally Karin and John show up at which time I narrowly miss hitting karin with my car for being so dam late ... and can you believe Karin walks into the mall and finds the BR like no ones business ...well if I asked the guy at the table I woulda found it too but thats to easy. So we all go to use the BR but wheres John?!? oh he was swallowed by the toilet gods but they spit him out and yea its all good he survived. so on the way out Karin wants to look at the puppies ... I still want the husky not he boy but the girl (what did youexpect) ... then we leave to go the Palmer Diner I was the navigator (Karin follewed me to the diner) yeah well I almost missed a stop sign and she nearly hit my car (didnt think I saw that did you ...did you!!!!) anyway the waitress propably thought we were on drugs and all but its all good my home fries where nasty and the egg was kinda tough but whatever its diner food  ... so then we leave and Karin is an asshole with that song  ... yeah so we were awesome and acted like gangsta in the parking lot blasting our radios and smoking cigs ... haha not really but serioulsy ... then we departed and I realized oh shit i need to pee!!!! so I attempted to stop like 10 times but there was no bathroom at the 'rest stop' and the 2 exits I got off of were vacant of life grrrr so i drive for another like 20 min and finally get to a place with a bathroom ... and the guy is yelling at me from behind the door about how i cant use the bathroom unless I buy something so I assured him I would once I got out since I wasnt about to stop peeing for this dude ... once I got out of the bathroom I totally left without buying anything HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAH ... ok so yeah I was gonna stop home but I was going to hang out with Klondike so I went straight into the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it took me like 45 min to find her b/c I couldnt find a single parking space and when I finally did I was chased away by parking authority ... oh well so yeah finally found a spot and met up with her at the star bucks (EEEEEEWWWWW) so yeah then we were off to 'the Wok' I was excited to go b.c its authentic take off your shoes and sit on the floor japanese ...but no they were closed not opened until 5 (it was 3:45) so GRRRRRRRR ... instead I took her to my favorite restuarant in Philly which is Mamas vegitarian. She complained about 'us vegitarians'  at which point i reassured her I eat meat just not alot of it.... ok so we got the restuarant and she looked cross eyed at the stuff so I ordered for her (which she loved ...of course) anyway after that we went to the candy store b/c it was right there and I'm diabetic ...she was torturing me ... so we spent like an hour walking around this store that is no joke about 30 FEET by 60 FEET ..yeah we talked about almost every food item in the store ... so anyway she got aobut 20 bucks worth of candy and I spent 3 on some nuts.... so she still wants to get a gag gift for her friend so I of course offer walking to the local porn store at which time she told me we had to go to the Forum (an adult themed movie theature... b/c apparently it would be cool to say you went to the movies and watched a porn .. have to admit it does sounbd kinda cool... so yeah we go into the store and look around ... she gets the hint that I'm kinky altho I'm not really whatever ... so yea so we find some super old used porns on VHS and go to check out while in line theres a black dude standing behind us who we bothignore but Klondike was like making these aweful jokes about the fat guys behind the counter and the face the one was making ...the black guy was cracking up ...have to admit it was funny ... so then she starts talking to the black guy  now impaying attention and apparently this guy was shy as hell ... what kind of a shy person goes to a porno store to watch porn in a booth and is shy??? like seriouslt wouldnt you buy your porn then take it home ... anyway yeah so she def tells him how shes gay and then he gets all excited looking in his eyes (eww no) and so then hes like yeah i like lesbians and I was like yeah I'm like her boys are icky and then hes like so ya'll together and I was like if you want us to be and then walk away after like a few minutes she says (fairly loud) Whould you have sex with a boy?!? at which point I swear if he wasn't black he would have blushed and then walked away out of embarresment ...I walked over next to her and then he came back and was like trying to be gangsta tough guy about stuff (total sign that hes probably thoguht aboutit or HAS done it) so yeah then we left (I swear it took us like a half hour to check out) anyway then it was time to go home so I was like yeah my car is off of snoopys birds block (woodstock rd) ... yea well we totally couldnt find it .. and we walked around the block about 9483567384568346587534 times before finding the car... so i dropped her off at the train station and went home ... end of the day?? HA not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i get home my friend Becca was like lets go out to eat so we went to nifty fifties ... and we go spicy chicken nuggets fries and a milk shake ... the fries were NASTY but the milkshake was awesome ... yeah and thats all I have to say about her ... then I cam home and nicole IMed me SHOCKING  here is a taste of her stupidity  ..like how cna you not tell im NOT interested (and yes I altered the SN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="40" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;yo whats up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="43" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;nm I was like 10 min from Windgap today at the Palmer Park mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="46" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;so why didn't u let me know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="47" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I assumed you were at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="48" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;what were u doing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="49" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;it was from 11am to 1 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="50" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;yeah i was in work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="51" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was meeting my friend I was at her house like forever ago and left my coat there a so we met half way and that happened to be easton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="53" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;damn that sux &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="54" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;yeah ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="56" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;my friend told me her car almost blew over in wind gap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="57" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;it was so windy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="58" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you shoulda called i woulda left work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="59" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;yeah i was in wind gap today it is windy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="60" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;sorry ... I just didn't think that you would like to be called when at work ya know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="61" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i woulda loved to be called give me an excuse to get outta there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="62" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;sorry ... next time I'm up there to visit my friend I'll call you outta work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="63" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;when u comin to visit me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="64" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ugh... i dunno ... next time I can grab my friends couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="65" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;u can grab my bed haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="66" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;haha yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="67" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;yeah so why dont ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="68" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;then i can do ya right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="69" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ya umm.... red rivers are flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="70" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;eww say no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="71" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and also I dunno if I just wanna meet up JUST to have sex thats just not ...my thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="72" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;that takes the fun out of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="77" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i have a girl i just wanna fuck you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="82" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.... ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="83" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;so when u comin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="84" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="85" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;im getting u out here again soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and then she continued to try and convince me to come out to her ..haha nope... then I went invisible and finished writing this blog ... woah have fun reading.... I expect lots of comments b.c its like super long you have to have at least 2 comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7393795418163229056?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7393795418163229056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-you-have-sex-with-boy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7393795418163229056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7393795418163229056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-you-have-sex-with-boy.html' title='Would you have sex with a  boy?!?'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-1062443626191900324</id><published>2009-02-11T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:44:05.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Out</title><content type='html'>so yeah I am getting sick of living in this house of unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online (craigslist.com) and saw a room for rent in fact here is the ad :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOM FOR RENT, in my 3 bedroom single level house in Bristol Township-Croydon&lt;br /&gt;Acres near the intersection of Route 13 and Route 413.&lt;br /&gt;The bedroom is fully furnished, the house has central heat/air, washer/dryer,&lt;br /&gt;cable in all rooms, a big back yard and a storage shed.&lt;br /&gt;I am walking distance to bus and R7 line, and less than 3 miles to the PA&lt;br /&gt;Turnpike and I-95.&lt;br /&gt;Rent is $400 + 1/3 of utilities.&lt;br /&gt;No smoking inside the house, but there are fully covered patios both in front&lt;br /&gt;and back. Must have proof of income.&lt;br /&gt;Email me off-list at &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Nice_Jewish_Girls_Lesbian_Chavurah/post?postID=5kAlRChwNAcySSv7uKytuO-7--1u_lHeyDQrXZ3Fgii-aKrS5XGylq2OIq_H4z8kPU7u3KSrFJ4BNAgVBJXksr0vky0BVQ"&gt;ladyinatoolbelt@...&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested&lt;br /&gt;Lois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the e-mail should have tipped me off but yeah Lois is a lesbian (score a gay landlord!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah apparently I could have been her kid b/c she is also Jewish and Conservative (yeah and I got her to join u4prez...lol) and basically it was odd as hell but it looks like  a good deal. I'm hoping I can move in to get out of this miserable house of my mothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-1062443626191900324?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1062443626191900324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/1062443626191900324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/1062443626191900324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-out.html' title='Moving Out'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6216970679053820854</id><published>2009-02-10T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:28:49.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The question of yesterday</title><content type='html'>So I was hanging out with my friend Joey and we were arguing about what a chicken 'leg" was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said it was the thigh I said the drumstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So b/c I'm an asshole we went searching for a poultry butcher in our area to get the actual truth about what a chicken leg was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the nearest butcher and asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently the chicken leg is a combination of the thigh AND the drumstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that yeah nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh so I' kinda sorta seeing this girl ... we are like the same people we even have the same name ... but shes 20 and I'm 23 but she could drink me under the table in like 3 shots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6216970679053820854?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6216970679053820854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/question-of-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6216970679053820854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6216970679053820854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/question-of-yesterday.html' title='The question of yesterday'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-2280933828319398530</id><published>2009-02-08T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:00:10.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>So I finally get the balls to tell Nicole off and she still ... UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so I told her like last week to shut her up I would go hang out with her never intentionally planning  on doing so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah for the past week she has IMed me (when I am invisible) trying to get my attention ...  yeah so ignoring and blocking  is not enough for this girl apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah but anyway I helped set her up with my friend they are now dating ... and I should get some peace from her right???? apparently not she still wants me to come down and see her ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf is so special about me that it has to be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me she has to get offline b/c her g.f (the one I set her up with) wants to lay in bed and that is where she was IMing me from ... so all I have to say is she has no respect for anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-2280933828319398530?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2280933828319398530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2280933828319398530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2280933828319398530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/so.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6578697943045092740</id><published>2009-02-06T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:26:14.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>My mom comes into my room (no knock just throws the door open) and goes (in an almsot scream like voice "Are you going to apologize to me?" to which I replied "apologize for what?!?" and she goes "flying outta here and being rude" at which I snickered to myself about ... so then we got in this whole argument/fight about how my life effects her image (LMAO ummm no it doesn't)  and then she tells me how on Saturday she made plans for me to hang out with my friend Dan and a date on Sunday. She thinks that if I spend more time with boys I'll be cured ?!? haha nice. Most of my friends ARE boys lol. Nope it wont work.  So anyway today my mom decided it was bonding time ... we went to the supermarket and all that jazz and @ 5:00 I go to hang out with Dan. Thats all I'll add more later sitting next to her watching 'womenly television' HAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6578697943045092740?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6578697943045092740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6578697943045092740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6578697943045092740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-3990358743552405547</id><published>2009-02-06T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:00:47.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>so I seriously if you have to make yourself dinner before going over to someones house for 'diner' that should speak volumes on said persons cooking skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah thats my grandpops cooking skills     HORRIBLE ... But I went over there anyway ... Poor guy has no one to talk to all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he gave me a list of shit to buy him b/c he is afraid to  leave his house because its so cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list if I remember right (and I hope I do b/c I for sure didn't write it down)&lt;br /&gt;Carton of Marlboro Box cigarettes (2)&lt;br /&gt;Bumble Bee Canned Tuna in oil (2)&lt;br /&gt;Redi Whip&lt;br /&gt;Bandaids&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Breast w/ skin&lt;br /&gt;Rise Krispies&lt;br /&gt;Corn Flakes&lt;br /&gt;Scotch Brite Pads&lt;br /&gt;and a rich widow (yes he really told me that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to get the cigarettes ...can you believe that shit is $90.16 ... who the hell can afford that??? And why would you want to???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad the only thing I waste money on is guns and ammo because that stuff is needed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-3990358743552405547?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3990358743552405547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3990358743552405547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3990358743552405547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-633542469972563761</id><published>2009-02-05T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:48:20.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so today</title><content type='html'>so today I woke up to "woof woof woof aarrrrroooo woof" at 9:06 am after falling asleep around 1:30 am (Karin help me out when did I fall asleep??)   anyway it wasn't a nice way to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up and watched a few of the shows I had taped on DVR from last week. Nothing spectacular but whatever after that I went to the gym ... that totally sucked ..obviously ... so I was there for like 1.25 hours while I was there this guy was sitting on a piece of equipment and these tw other guys come up to himand start on him ... it was kinda funny cause he kept saying "Nah Nah G I been using this jon right hur it sucks I aint just be sitting" and I was thinking what are we in the gheeto??? this is Langhorne PA!!! lol whatever I went home and my brother was using the shower that asshole ... had to wait like 20 min  to finally get one... I think that was the time I called Karin and spent like 6 min not talking (nor did she) during our 7 min and 30ish seconds conversation. Yeah we talked alot I think my minutes are up now ... So yeah then I went to take a shower and it was fannnnnntastic ... only not really b/c I still felt like shit ...like really weak and the pain in my side was really really really hurting ... I was told to stop by my doctors office to get the results of an ultra sound so im expecting bad news usually they tell me over the phone. yeah so like after this shower I was sooooo weak feeling I just laid in my bed for a while ... so yeah walking around naked is awesome ...kind of liberating ... altho it would have been better if my stupid cat wasnt trying to sit on top of me ... so nayway after I decided laying in bed naked was retarded I got dressed cause I had a lot of shit to do ... I went to the 7-11 to make photo copies adn can you believe the mother f-ers no longer do that shit ... so I as stuck going to the library ..those butts charge 20 cents a copy... so yeah I had to make photo copies of the termination of my halth coverage FROM AUGUST b.c the f-ers send me letters every month saying I owe them money ... I send them letters back saying how i canceled it ... I even have the cancelation confirmation wtf is wrong with these morons??? anyway I sent them a nasty letter hopefully the will remove me from thier systems ... this time...  I went to the shooting range it was awesome some dude in the booth next to me kept coming over to me saying how awesome i was shooting then asked for my number ... I told him I was gay and he goes the more the merrier right?!? I gave him a dirty look and left to tell the range officer he was harrasing me and they moved him into another bay haha asshole!!!1 yeah and when I got home my stepdad told me I had to apologize to my mother for my 'nasty' e-mail and for everything else... hahahhahaahahha NO ..anyway thats all today wasnt good nor bad just whatever ... :) oh wait my mom is calling me uuuggghhh oooohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha she jsut wanted to have a civilized conversation with me ... she still hates me but its cool ... on Feb 18th im outta here!!! and I always have Karin to talk to no matter what b/c shes awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-633542469972563761?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/633542469972563761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-today.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/633542469972563761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/633542469972563761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-today.html' title='so today'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8825742857669481301</id><published>2009-02-04T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:41:13.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna die</title><content type='html'>I really really really can't live like this anymore... its just so fucking hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like every passing day is a constant reminder of how miserable I have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like one day everything is fine and then you grow up and it all goes to shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is being who you are so horrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like I've committed a crime or become an out of control drug addict/alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today as soon as I got home there of course was a note for me which read:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Jacquelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you see this call me. We are now going back on chores and if you don't do something one time you have no more chances you will start paying rent.  You wanna be tough and run away well now you can take the responsibilities that go along with it.  am not helping you out anymore you are on your own to pay bills and manage your own priorities. Don't think I am helping you with your taxes, figure it out on your own or go to H&amp;amp;R block. I set you up for a date on Sunday with a woman I work with son his name is James. You better go and be nice to him.  Empty the dishwasher and fill it. Dust and vacuum. Oh and the cat threw up on your bed again you better clean that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real nice ..this is why I don't want to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think Ive done some horrible thing but no I just asked her to accept who I am.  On top of this Nicole with the phone calls, text, and IM's all day... She goes in the one text I know you went home and you're passing by stop by my bed is empty (I ignored all the calls text and IMs) ..WTF is there like no way I can have  a normal relationship with someone who isn't a total fuckwad? Am I that horrible that no one wants to be with me? Seriously whats wrong with me? Perhaps I just have this inate ability to turn every human being I meet off wihout knowing it. There must be something wrong with my personality ... or maybe I'm just that nasty looking that noone wants to be with me ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8825742857669481301?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8825742857669481301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-wanna-die.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8825742857669481301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8825742857669481301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-wanna-die.html' title='I just wanna die'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8819462083178779940</id><published>2009-02-03T01:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:45:28.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hated HS</title><content type='html'>So the kids miss pronounced my last name all the time I was Rolfeee, Roof Roof, Roofie, and an assortment of other names ... I was also called Oinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about 3 yrs after HS I was walking into a store and 2 people who apparently went to HS with me  (but I have no recollection of) followed me into the store oinking and barking at me. Once I got into the store the taller one said to the shorter one "Dude maybe shes gotten so fat its stuck in her ears so she can't hear us anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was  this one time in like the 9th grade during field day someone threw some water on me and yells "she finally took a shower!!" ...cause apparently I don't shower?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the the one time this girl spent every (school) day to tell me how she was going to kick my ass so this one day i had enough and stood up and screamed real load "not if  kick your ass first" she runs down to the principles office and tells on me like a little snitch... I told them how she had been picking on me FOREVER and they brushed it off like I was insane ..the teacher knew about it and wouldnt even defend me ... I was suspended for 10 days which turned into 23 days b.c the school shrink said I was a mental case and had to be cleared by a doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time when this gril Devita went around telling everyone I was gay ( at the time I was still in the closet) to hide the fact that she herself was a lesbian ... by diverting attention... needless to say we got in alot of fights ... she and I went to the principals office like ever other day to the point where we were told if we were there ever again we would both be expelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time when I was in 7th grade this one kid Phil Moore told everyone I had a crush on him (I didn't I despised and loathed him)  so he would write me 'love letters' in english to get me to say sometihng embarresing back and then plastered them all over the school ... which reminds me of the same yr when Luara Shultz and I were in Biology and she was trying to convince me to tell her I loved her basically in notes... never happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more fucked up shit like how they used to trip me down te stairs and shit but whatever I hate HS I think it should burn in hell ... people often wonder why some kids snap and do things like Comumbine and the answer lies in how these kids were treated... they were victims that whenever they seeked help were discarded or ignored ... we all have feelings just b.c we aren't as 'cool' as you want us to be doesnt mean that gives you the right to treat us like shit ... where are most of my former classmates now??? lets see working shitty jobs b/c the couldnt or wont go to college, with 10+ kids and living off of welfare, living at home with no job (nothing), or just stuck somewhere in a dirty hole... they may have voted me least likely to succeed but where am I now??? I'm in med school!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8819462083178779940?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8819462083178779940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hated-hs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8819462083178779940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8819462083178779940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hated-hs.html' title='Why I hated HS'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-2038779089594053408</id><published>2009-02-02T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:06:09.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a better idea ..maybe????</title><content type='html'>Since Nicole insist on communicating with me (I blocked her now 5 times on AIM and she just keeps on making new SN and IMing me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should fuck with her get her all hot and bothered and then pull the rug right out from under her ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch wants to 'do me in a movie theater" and she wants to tie me up in the car (I wouldnt mind that part but not her!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-2038779089594053408?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2038779089594053408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-idea-maybe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2038779089594053408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2038779089594053408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-idea-maybe.html' title='a better idea ..maybe????'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7258521555123376308</id><published>2009-02-02T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:19:49.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>really?</title><content type='html'>So Nicole is telling me that "You cant get free sex from me" ...well who was asking for it? and from you?!? No sorry Hun just no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a nasty e-mail from my mom yesterday and replied she still never replied but I know she read it ..it just sickens me that she hates me so much for such a stupid thing... whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around here is in a bad or pissy mood today ... whats going on?!? I thought we got rid of the annoyance in the house??? maybe not...  and then my friend Robin down in AZ keeps sending me text about how she is depressed and shit I feel bad for her but I dont know what to do for her ... I do need to think of some really awesome things to do in AZ b/c she claims there is nothing to do there and I am determined to prover her wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for lots of candy and junk food ... I def need some altho I already had (junkfod wise) like 6 cookies, an ice, and a take 5 bar I'm still in the mood for junk food ...like I have a bottomless pit for a stomach but its only craving junk food ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what else to put here so I'm just gonna end it here and continue to think about junk food&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7258521555123376308?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7258521555123376308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/really.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7258521555123376308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7258521555123376308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/really.html' title='really?'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7489662243277598294</id><published>2009-02-01T11:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:41:21.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>annnndddd its OOOUUUTTTAAA here!!!!</title><content type='html'>yeah so last night Satan was sent packing. The level of stress dropped the moment she walked out the door. I feel bad for John now b.c he is probably a bit upset about the whole thing but what he did with letting her go was definitely needed.  Hopefully Satan will get the help she needs and the attention she craves while John is here building up the broken pieces of his life. He for sure has support here in PA more so than in CT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah of course you want to know the story. It basically started over Neopets. Everyone was in the living room on neopets.com building a guild or whatever. Satan was determined to prove she had had a neopet account for years so she went into her room to log on but the e-mail address she had wasn't working so she asked John to help her.  Apparently her e-mail she used to sign on was Kitty@yahoo.com which we all know is not possible there HAD to be some numbers or something along with that.she basically wouldnt let John help her so he left the room and told everyone in the living room what an imature idiot she was. So she comes out SCREAMING like a banchie about how she never talks shit about anyone (please bitch really? no you do ALL the time) and we all were like just go in your room and shush. Of course this girl is NEVER quiet instead she sits in her room for a good 20 minutes screaming. Not just AGGGHHHH its like actua things you would say to a person so I went in after listening to this BS and asked in a nice calm manner  "who are you talking too?"  This shut her up long enough for me o close the door then she bagan screaming again so I opened the door and screamed back I told her that she doesnt try to get help shes just a welfare rat (I have to admit that was kinda harsh but she needed to hear it) and then slammed the door, to which she screamed that I was treating her like a dog and shouldnt slam doors  so Karin came in and started telling her how she slams doors eery 3 seconds so whast the diffrence and that everyone in the house has tried to help her but no one can handle her the way she is. At which point Karin then told her to pack her bags shes going back to CT, thinking she was not serious Sarah just sat in the room so I came in and told her no for real pack your shit youre going home. she bagan screaming about having no where to go and how she left everything behind for John and how he doesnt/never cared about her. The thing is its over we had been telling her for how long to relax and take a chill pill stop the screaming and annoying people but she for whatever reason just wouldnt and OMG the lies this irl told soooo annoying. Anyway Karin and I couldnt get her to calm down and begin packing so Nicole (Karins friend?) went in there and was like My 5 yr old acts better than you are right now and some other stuff but actually got her to stop screaming and crying and to pack her stuff up. once she was finanly packed John searched her bags to see if she took any of his things and then we were ready to go. I babysat her while while Karin showed Nicole how to get to 590. When she finally got back it was time to put Satan in the car. Karin had me put the child safety locks which of course I did and then took her outside.  She like stopped in the middle of walking and started screaming so Karin runs outside and tells her to shut up b.c the neighbors can hear and if the cop come shes going to kill her so she shuts up and continues  walking to the car. I think she wanted to say one more thing to me but when she couldnt open the door she turned back and gave me a nasty ass stare that would scare demons.  That was the last time I saw Satan and I wont be missing her. John and Mike drove her to CT and didnt come back until apparently 530 the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its slightly concerning  the whole thing started over neopets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7489662243277598294?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7489662243277598294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/annnndddd-its-ooouuutttaaa-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7489662243277598294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7489662243277598294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/02/annnndddd-its-ooouuutttaaa-here.html' title='annnndddd its OOOUUUTTTAAA here!!!!'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4048041231984332134</id><published>2009-01-31T09:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:53:02.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>realizations maybe????</title><content type='html'>So I need to start feeling good about living again and I think the best way to do that is to get rid of the unneeded drama and negative vibes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from here on in I will not talk to Nicole ever again b.c she is a wicked bitch&lt;br /&gt;I will not let my mother treat me like shit b.c I know I am better than whatever she wants to think I am&lt;br /&gt;I will stop thinking negatively about myself b/c I have a lot of good things going for me and the me on a physical level well I need to lose weight period that whole feeling shitty about how I look wont go away so I am committed to doing something about it. I mean I did see my friend today that I hadn't seen since 2005 when she graduated college and she was like "Wow you look so good you lost a lot of weight." That made me feel good So I know I can do it but I needed that commitment and now its back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else is 'drama' filing in my life but it has to go. I think the above list covers it pretty thoroughly though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4048041231984332134?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4048041231984332134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/realizations-maybe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4048041231984332134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4048041231984332134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/realizations-maybe.html' title='realizations maybe????'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-5306508226855158556</id><published>2009-01-30T19:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:19:01.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to freak out</title><content type='html'>Yeah I just cant deal with this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Its not even about Satan any more its about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I cant take it anymore, I feel like I've even been a drag on Karin and Mike who let me come up here and chill for a while.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like my being here is stressing Karin out more b.c on top of my bullshit that shouldnt really effect me she has to deal with Satan as well.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of not being able to cope with reality is a total drag its worse than finding a person trying to kill themselves in my apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;The will to move on just doesn't exist for me anymore, its more of a follow through with the actions of life that get you by and let everything else just disappear into an abyss.  &lt;br /&gt;On top of these great feelings I'm having Nicole just informed me that I am the most useless human being that she has ever met.  Apparently I am a fat useless piece of shit. If I was not good in bed there would be no use for me at all. &lt;br /&gt;I pretty much tend to agree with her at the moment, I'm pretty useless. No job, fat, unwanted, and apparently lack any personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah keeps coming over here tryingt o talk to me about movies and tv and shit with the smoke in my face I want to strangle her but shes in a good mood this moment so I wont do that and have to hear her crying and wanting to die ... i'll continue with this later... or not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-5306508226855158556?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5306508226855158556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-going-to-freak-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/5306508226855158556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/5306508226855158556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-going-to-freak-out.html' title='I&apos;m going to freak out'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-3387338198899185775</id><published>2009-01-30T07:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:59:57.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oooo this girl</title><content type='html'>So no I'm not the most annoying weirdo in the world. I have been severely outdone by Satan (Sarah) that girl is insane! Don't forget annoying and slightly pathetic as well.&lt;br /&gt;This girl thinks shes the only one in the god dam world who has been kicked by life or something... news flash sweetheart ...EVERYONE has.&lt;br /&gt;Point in case ... That's why I am here at Karin's place, to get away from shit. So now instead of  getting over shit I'm sitting here babysitting a 21 yr old who whines worse that a 2 year old. And did I mention the temper tantrums and fits??? Yeah she has those too.&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side... well there is none this girl just really gets on my nerves. If she were to go for a hike in the woods and get lost I don't think I would be able to muster the compassion to go find her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-3387338198899185775?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3387338198899185775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/oooo-this-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3387338198899185775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3387338198899185775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/oooo-this-girl.html' title='oooo this girl'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-2207266964760535462</id><published>2009-01-27T17:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:07:20.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today sucked ..thanks alot Karin</title><content type='html'>yeah so today I woke up at 8:15 that wasnt a huge problem or anything but i had to pee sooooo bad and as usual Karins house has no TP .... like WTF?!?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!?!??!??!?!!?!??!??!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!? anyway yeah I went out to get some TP and peed somewhere along the way spent a while on the phone filing for unemployment (so not happy about that) then went out again to just drive basically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back and woke up Satan (sarah) she went to the bathroom for like 10 min I thought she got sucked in by the toilet or something but no she comes out and looks plenty relieved... I'm a bit conerned b.c I know for a fact there is no TP in there and the stuff I just bought is on the counter so I asked her how she wiped up and she goes oh I just wiggled myself dry (OK yeah thats nasty) a bit later Karin and John woke up at which point Karin decided she wanted me to go to Big Tits (Dunkin Donuts) and get her some breakfast so she told me to take Sarah with me and not tell her it was Dunkin Donuts until we got there and of course me being the bitch I am I did it. Totally fucked with her head for the whole ride. On the way back she asked me to pick her up some cigarrettes so I was like sure and told Satan we were picking up some&lt;br /&gt;"pussies" (yes I used the deplorable word) I told her that once she sees where we are going  she is going to want to suck on pussy all day long. Sure enough when we got to the tabacco shop she was like I have a pack at home so she was well prepared to suck on some pussy already. Oh and that store is fucking dumb as shit b/c they carded me for the cigarettes (Yeah I'm nearly 24 and still being carded for cigs) and then I gave them a credit card with Karins name on it to pay for them the CC said CHECK ID on the back too... so yeah they suck ass. anyway I got back to Karins place and sarah runs in the house screaming like a banchee about how Dunkin Donuts isn't big tits and a tabacco shop isnt a store full of pussies. She then goes into another room crying about how she has double d's which I dont at all get the corelation to dunkin donuts and her bags of saggy fat but whatever.  so then we all eat donuts and then I am volunteered to take her to SCC (Scranton Counciling Center) so I drive all the way out there (in silence mostly I loved it) anyway we got there and she went in to see the guy and got an appointment on our way back to the house she was like he told me I need to go to the state building and apply for benfits so I asked her now or another time and she insisted on now ... so we went to the state building and sat around for like 2 hours ... i filled out her welfare application b/c she supposedly cant read an shit .... she demanded to be head of house and not to include John her b.f and I was like are you sure? and she said "he can fill out his own damn thing" (and she told Karin that I never even mentioned the "head of the house hold" to her and told John that I told her to write her as the head of the house hold, and went on to complain about the man being the head of the house hold when she can't even hold a conversation properly let alone a household. talk about being caught in a lie.. does she think we don't talk?) so ok whatever ... she finally gets the interview and comes out saying she is head of house including John ... I decide I want to go to the gun store and force her to come with me obviously she has no choice at all... the thing was closed so we started to go home but we had to stop for bread so we could eat dinner. but this F*cker decides she wants to go to the porn store ... ugh I thought she was fucking around but no she goes in god it was so embarrasing... to be there with her and her loudness. Anyway we left and onward to get bread I stopped at Aldis and shes like dont shop her someones going to steal your car!!! and I was like for a minute no they wont I'll lock the car so i go in and she's like outside saying how she needs to smoke so whatever i come out and shes about to get in my car with a cig and  I was like dont or I'll snap your neck off... lol yeah im so unnessarily mean to this girl.... anyway we got back to the house and I for whatever reason decided to pull up in reverse so i did and she was cracking up ... it wasnt the most amazing thing in the world but yeah and here I am now typing this out ... hope you were amused ... till next time I guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-2207266964760535462?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2207266964760535462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-sucked-thanks-alot-karin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2207266964760535462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2207266964760535462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-sucked-thanks-alot-karin.html' title='today sucked ..thanks alot Karin'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4018148720820636441</id><published>2009-01-26T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:24:09.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah so (this is long)</title><content type='html'>Sorry but I am not so consumed by you that my life relies on your call. If I want to do something its my life let me make the mistake and learn something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I blew up at my mother b/c she was 'scared' about medoingmy cross country trip quite possibly the highlight of my young life. No its ALL about her as ALWAYS! I am so sick of being treated like a 10 yr old. If I want to do something and I am not relying on you for it then mind your business. I understand you think I am going to go out on my own and make a life for myself without you butyeah thast called growing up! I hope you didnt thinkI was going to spend the rest of my life living with you and giving you a day by day briefing of my happenings b.c yeah no not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to get out of the house I drove to Karins place and here I am been here all day really in the mood for pancakes. There are these 2 ppl living with her the guy John is really awesome but the girl Sarah is like insane she needs to be put back on her meds. And we were watching the pilot episode of 'The L Word" and she kept repositioning herselfcloser and closer and I was just thinking stop doing that or I'm going to knock you out don't touch me like at all! wow I'm so mean ... but shes in her room crying over the fact that reality just sucker punched her in the face. We went to th store earlier today and on the way back I told her I had no lisence and I've been in so many fnder benders I'm suprised my car has no dents on it... she got freaked out lol. I kept messing with her ALL day it was fun I think my favorite was when I had her cell phone and made her jump up to get it and when she refused to do it after the 3rd time I told her to do something cool for it so she tried a whole bunch of diffrent thingsto get it back it was funny as hell in the end I was liek forget it just jump up oe more time and grab it ad gave it to her... it was funnier than I am sure t sounds (like I'm a bitch...aaagghhh not really ...ok maybe sometimes... but not this time) John was luaghing and not helping lol he was actually making it worse for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is awesome today b/c he fixed my computer and it works so much better and its less noicy :) thanks Mike! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats really about that but yeha I'm also prediabetic and have to chek my sugar and all not my favorite thing to do but whatever ... my blood sugar this morning was at 111 which is 'normal' to the average person but to me thats way to high I am normally in the mid 80-s to mid 90's. I took it again about an hour ago nad its down to 97 which is good I feel better and the headache is finally gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I need to lose weight I want to lost like 40 pounds and ge myself down to 160 (yeah I am 200 pounds) I'm sick of being so unhealthy I can barely look at myself in the mirror sometimes ...which is why I dont like mirrors or pictures. so I need everyone to like remind me to go to the gym I lost interest in it around x-mas time for some reason and I really needed a kick in the ass to go back. I think after actually seein myself today I got that kick I needed so I'm going back as soon as I go home 4-6 times per week. Also I think I'm gonna write down wat I eat so I can see what I am doing wrong food wise. today I ate like nothing which is bad I had a yogurt and cottage cheese w/ raspberries thing also 2 eggs w/ some cheese. Obviously I need to have more veggies/fruit and cut back on the dairy. I'm going to go to the store tomorow and get some fruit I shoulda got those grapes earlier ... oh well theres always tomorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4018148720820636441?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4018148720820636441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah-so-this-is-long.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4018148720820636441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4018148720820636441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah-so-this-is-long.html' title='yeah so (this is long)'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8698134083999293053</id><published>2009-01-24T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:22:32.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously? Seriously?!?</title><content type='html'>OK so I know everyone has thier quirks and all but SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so back story ... my 'friend' Becky (yes THAT GIRL) was like well you and my friend Caryn will get along great so I agreed to the blind date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID STUPID STUPID!!!!!!!!!!! and did I mention STUPID? well if not STUPID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this chick sat around and talked about her medical problems the WHOLE time ..like seriously do you have a life? Oh yeah every once in a while she talked about how much she hated school. oooo and how she had severe nerve ending damage and blah blah blah....AGGGHHHHH shut up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok yeah ummm NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I find a semi intersting NORMAL person who has more than 2-3 things to talk about? I mean seriously SERIOUSLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and today is my grandpas birthday so we took him out to dinner (to Charlie Browns Steak House) so the lady told me 40 minutes. I told that to my parents and we waited ... not a big deal... well apparently it was b.c the place had NO room for people to stand around and wait ad everyone was bumping into everyone else ..it really was a pain in the ass... but so this one guy and his family pushed my step dad one  to many times so my stepdad said something to him and the guy was like "If thats you're atitide maybe I shuld get the cops involved" that peaked my interest. so I was like wtf is going on and then they guy goes"what are you going to hit me with a baby in my arms?!?" Trying to challenge my stepdad of course and then my mom steps in and is like "hes not going to hit you but you need to be more considerate" and hes like"What?!? Who are you?" and then they began arguing it was kinda funny in the end the guy walked away huffing and puffy lol ... in between this time my mother askedthe hostest about 23897348524378 times when we would be seated and my stepdad YELLED at them b.c alot of tables were empty and we were waiting for 60 min already after they told us only 40 min. So we finally got seated and the food was yummy and thats the end of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8698134083999293053?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8698134083999293053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously-seriously.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8698134083999293053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8698134083999293053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously-seriously.html' title='Seriously? Seriously?!?'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6229446967782485257</id><published>2009-01-23T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:44:57.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everything</title><content type='html'>is much better... still kinda depressedabout god knows what and I just want to go up north and away from this woman ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am def taking the trip across country I already planned it out my itinerary is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairless Hills, PA&lt;br /&gt;Moscow,Pa&lt;br /&gt;Fairless Hills, PA&lt;br /&gt;Mechanicsburg, PA&lt;br /&gt;Nashville, TN&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans, LA&lt;br /&gt;Albequorqie, NM&lt;br /&gt;Tuscan, AZ&lt;br /&gt;Tustin, CA&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas, NV&lt;br /&gt;Grand Canyon, AZ&lt;br /&gt;Denver, CO&lt;br /&gt;McHentry, IL/Chicago, IL&lt;br /&gt;*maybe Mechanicsburg again&lt;br /&gt;Fairless Hills, PA&lt;br /&gt;and anything in between that peeks my interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 months to do this so I'm excited about it ... I also wanted to go to South Dakota but that is def waaay out of the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling my mom about it and all ans she called me up yesterday crying how she was going to miss me and this and that and I cant leave her alone LMAO! Just another one of her famous guilt trips is all that is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my LAST day of work for the next 3 months (wont be going back unless they call me back to work ...I hope they do I like my job) ... Last night this woman was asking another woman I worked with if she wanted to go out to pizzafor dinner apparently her and Tusli are takingme out but they forgot to tell me lol ... but thats cool im game for going to get some pizza rather than sitting up in the lab for 8.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO last ngiht I got eally pissed at this one person I work with Latoya... she ALWAYS jumps into my conversations and starts an argument with me over something b/c she doesnt agree with my political views so instead of lettingme explain myself she'll listen to aboutwhen I open my mouth adn make the first sound then start screaming about he point... I really really want to knock her out and then I picked up Tulsi GE vocab flash cards thing and she was like youre invading her privacy and I was like legally no im not she left them in a public place in a public area she had NO expectationtion to privacy and then shes like well you leave your car in a public parkinglot can I go in it and drive away and I was like no I have an expectation to privacy thast whyI locked it up and shes like well ill beak the window and I was like so thast commitingmany offenses all at once and shes like no you left it outside andone could take it I tried to explain that that was absurd and she wasnt having it she just yelled somemore and made me want to punch her in the nose/rip out her hair. oh well I wont be seeing her for 3 months and yeah so thats just wonderful... Althou I will miss Alton :( who also wont be in tomorow that guy is awesome! who else will I miss....  prolly just about everyone boooo ... o well I get to drive cross country what could be more awesome than that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so what else???lets see according to Brooke  I can't be a lesian until I watch at lease one episode of "The L Word" right nw I am onl asexual ... so I can only do it with myself ... hmm well thats not to bad I guess altho I would rather have someone to have fun with... but thats ok this sunday I am goin over to her place to watch the first season or at least pretend to watch ...and right now we are having a conversation about going o work naked ... she suggested that I say the wind blew off my clothes but I countered with the fact that if they were ON me they would blow off and she was like ok you got muggedand that would work only if I was in the car by myself but since i drive with another person they would also have gotten mugged ... so she suggested the other woman stole my clothes and thts why im naked ... I thought about it for a ho second but then opted against going to work naked ... ya know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everyday for the next 4 yrs  am going to wear at lease one piece of black clothing to show my mourning for America ..I suggest more people do it as a silent protst to this illegal alien president who still hasnt shown his proof of citizenship (long version with the doctors name hospital etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats alls that been going on with me recently I know i mised a bunch of stuff like who the hell is brooke right??? hah well I'll keep you posted not suree myself altho she fucking rocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6229446967782485257?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6229446967782485257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6229446967782485257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6229446967782485257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything.html' title='everything'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-2327629807027798274</id><published>2009-01-20T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:24:24.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>Yeah when youre getting a test done ata hpspital and the technician goes WOW! and bulges her eyes out thats not a good sign... glad i went toget that test done...I feel so good now ...... NOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-2327629807027798274?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2327629807027798274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2327629807027798274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2327629807027798274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8079742870247783533</id><published>2009-01-14T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:54:58.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get off of my back</title><content type='html'>Nicole quit talking to me go jump off a bridge or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in general need to stop existing around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going into isolation and I don't want to talk to anyone for a few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to explode inside myself so I can't be near anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life at the moment it is full of disappointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get off my back everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8079742870247783533?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8079742870247783533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-off-of-my-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8079742870247783533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8079742870247783533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-off-of-my-back.html' title='Get off of my back'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6162731172877408031</id><published>2009-01-13T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:20:00.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DWY</title><content type='html'>This is a new traffic offense that allows the police to hold you captive for 30 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is called 'Driving While Young'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was pulled over today by the police for no reason other than pure harrasment.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to see my drivers licence b/c he said I looked like I should be in HS. I gave it to him and he said that it was a fake or stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceded to call the local schools (for 20 min!!!) finally figureed out I wasn't 17 or whatever and then let me go but not before he told me to carry around 2 forms of ID and if I wanted to avoid being pulled over again not to drive during school hours. To which I have to say I am almsot 24 yrs old I'll drive whenever I f*cking want to thank you very much!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the day wasnt  complete I went to get my dog her licence and the woman was like are you at least 18? and I was like yeah im 23 and she was like do you have ID I showed her and it was acceptable ... WTF stop IDing me I don't look like I'm 16!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6162731172877408031?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6162731172877408031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/dwy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6162731172877408031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6162731172877408031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/dwy.html' title='DWY'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-5621010548931926052</id><published>2009-01-12T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:28:25.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An adventourous day</title><content type='html'>So today was a bit interesting it was filled with gay guys, bad movies, pet store flirting adn um well just read .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at 1115 earlier than normal ... so I got up went to the aweful gym and then ran home to shwer cause I had to meet my mom for lunch..... the waitress was a total blow hole!!!!! she gave us an aditude and took my order wrong.......which wasnt that hard buffulo chicken strips with NO blue cheese .... andmy moms burger was burned ad the roll was hard..not the waitresses fault but when she is told and oe to get a new one should just replace the top bun and hand it back nor should she be a total snot when taking the order in the first place.... ok so anyway after I left I went to the post office where I saw this girl i used to work with and she was all like HIII and being all oddish about stuff and the way she was talking in general about it and kinda scared me I thnk she got crazier as time has gone by. ....any way I left and went to see my friend Linda who just got home from GTMO but is leaving soon for Italy... lucky bitch!!! anyway we went to the penn dot phot center where Linda got her new liscnese the guy was super duper gay ppl were asking him questions he answered and the asked again after they left he made fun of them... lol professional... he goes to me and is like "go gettem girlfriend" it was funny to when he asked Linda her MOS and she was like ugh what and I as like your job ..lol i know military lingo beter than the girl IN the military... anyway we came back to my house to do some stuff ... non sexual of course... then we decided to see a movie ...but first we stopped to go to the Army recruitment center..who wont take me b/c im fat  ...assholes!!! and the guy called Linda  a quid for being in the Navy lol ... ok so onward to the move we saw the curious case of benjamin button .... it was boring and long i dont recomend it. after we left I needed to stop at the pet store to get some filters for my frogs tank so we of course stopped by the puppies to pet them sooo cute they had a s bernard and an alskan mallemute and an australlian shepard that had no tail so that made it suck the cashier was an asshole we aked him a questio and he pointed out tht he hates politics and we were like we asked you about diog treats??? ugh what ... and linda got hit on my the pet store guy which was funny cause she told me to help her so I pretended she was my g.f and scared himwe plan on doing that at a bar tomorow night too lol ... anyway then we went to dinner and weended up at an A&amp;amp;W we got rootbeer floats whuch were awesome! while there we played oldies from the jukebox and danced around .. it was fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-5621010548931926052?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5621010548931926052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventourous-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/5621010548931926052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/5621010548931926052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventourous-day.html' title='An adventourous day'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-2251708430408311913</id><published>2009-01-12T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:37:59.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>57.22</title><content type='html'>I spent 57.22 on dog and cat treats ... like seriously thats ALOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that if you throw hard candy into a soda it bubbles and fizzes adn taste waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-2251708430408311913?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2251708430408311913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/5722.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2251708430408311913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2251708430408311913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/5722.html' title='57.22'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6847811381588299941</id><published>2009-01-10T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:56:58.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GAWD Lay shut the FUCK up!</title><content type='html'>So as you all know my job is currently in serious jepordy of being laid off... well everyones at the place I work is NO ONE is safe. Everyone talks about it all day everyday like there is nothing else in the world to talk about but the MOST annoying thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that I car pool with this older woman Vilas the whole car ride to and from work she talks about it and says the same shit over and over and over and over and did I mention OVER again. God its fucking annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand yourstressed out we ALL are but THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO FIX THE SITUATION YOUR JUST STRESSING YOURSELF OUT BY BITCHING AND BRINGING IT UP AL DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is the end of my take of the lady who wont shutthe fuck up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the up side I bought a receiver for an AR-15 and its going to look fucking HAWT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6847811381588299941?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6847811381588299941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/gawd-lay-shut-fuck-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6847811381588299941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6847811381588299941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/gawd-lay-shut-fuck-up.html' title='GAWD Lay shut the FUCK up!'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-2992713339359990173</id><published>2009-01-06T17:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:14:00.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California???</title><content type='html'>I was thinking I might move to CA if I lost my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I'm a conservative gun loving red neck and the laws out there are anti-liberty but its nicer tha over here... and yeha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-2992713339359990173?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2992713339359990173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/california.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2992713339359990173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/2992713339359990173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/california.html' title='California???'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-900477142813506292</id><published>2009-01-05T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:30:37.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheesh!!! What do you  think you're going?</title><content type='html'>So I went to the gun range today to shoot a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fired off an easy 400 rounds  of ammo between what I taken to go shooting with.  (2 hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was there I decided to get a drink of water I left the bay and in the lobby was this girl wearing tight jeans fuzzy heeled boots (the kind that come up to just about your knees) a tight black shirt and a just as tight sweater thing ... not shooting range attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit she had a hot body but beyond that she was a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other recent events ... my mom is making dinner and goes can you help me? so I do and then shes like your doing it wrong you're doing it wrong ... listen woman if you want help let em do it otherwise do it yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-900477142813506292?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/900477142813506292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/sheesh-what-do-you-think-youre-going.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/900477142813506292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/900477142813506292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/sheesh-what-do-you-think-youre-going.html' title='Sheesh!!! What do you  think you&apos;re going?'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8016514404341910158</id><published>2009-01-05T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:21:41.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Descriptive</title><content type='html'>So my friend Zoe asked me to descibe myself using only 5 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 5 words would you use to describe yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8016514404341910158?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8016514404341910158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/descriptive.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8016514404341910158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8016514404341910158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/descriptive.html' title='Descriptive'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-257860608634919486</id><published>2009-01-03T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:55:20.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub a Dub Tub</title><content type='html'>So I took a bath last night... I know I bet your all excited to hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda disappointed in the whole bath experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls I wanted to do was read my book in the hot water. Utter and total relaxation I thought.  Well it wasnt ... my glasses kept fogging up and I couldnt read very well GRRRRR!!! so my relaxation time was sucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make it worse I weighed myself prebath adn i was one weight and then when I got out completly dripping wet I weight 2 pounds less... so WTF!! My scale sucks balls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-257860608634919486?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/257860608634919486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/rub-dub-tub.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/257860608634919486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/257860608634919486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/rub-dub-tub.html' title='Rub a Dub Tub'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-627808833060467081</id><published>2009-01-02T02:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:41:54.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is like Big Foot</title><content type='html'>IT DOESNT EXIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about it but it just doesnt exist. All ppl are doing when they talk about it is keep up the hope of its existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has ever really seen or felt love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you felt was probably some rush of chemicals in the brain that told you to reproduce or something similar. I need to believe it is more than just a rush of chemicals in the brain. That there really is in fact something to look forward too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is supposed to be the pinnacle of our existence but it seems as if the more time goes by the less likely it is to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the catalyst? And why is it so hard to find? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love cannot exist b/c if it did there wouldnt be so much hate and anger in this world. Therefore there is no catalyst and you can't find it b/c it isn't real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-627808833060467081?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/627808833060467081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-like-big-foot.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/627808833060467081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/627808833060467081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-like-big-foot.html' title='Love is like Big Foot'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4325124557366458924</id><published>2009-01-01T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:29:08.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New years</title><content type='html'>yeah its a new year woopie do da.... ummmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up today around 12:45 sore as shit (my abs butt thighs and calfs) adn thne i remembered i ran 3 miles for no reason UP HILL..what was I thinking??? no idea but the alcohol musta been good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I went to my friends NYE party ... It was good times I finally was able to kick butt at Jenga and this guy totally kept knocking over the tower he was horrible... we played some word game where ppl have to guess what word youre thinking of without using te clue words and no gesturing... I kicked arse at this game aswell ... my team always got what I was saying and I was able to get what they were saying ... except Colleen who just sucked at the game entirely and i wa abut to throw her on the penis team jsut for sucking so bad adn she couldnt helped them catch up. teams were penis v vagina .... the Vagina team won by a landslide victory of 32-17.   then we watched some jeff dunham comedy skits and drank and ate food (seperatly the drinks were liquid the food was solid)...   oooo so the one guy that was came over I knew him and I was at his NYE party 3 yrs earlier where I got so drunk he crried me home hehe it was fun reminising with him and apparently I had sex with someone a that party and missed the girl striping (DAM!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all really i have a head ache and am still dizzy (hasnt gone away since I went to see Karin actually) my blood sufar is reading  83 which is low so im confused ... maybe my thing is broken? or mybe  my head is I dunno...im gonna go prep dinner then go to the gym and make myself more sore ... I ran at 7.0 for fun for 5 min the other day on the tread mill and my lungs were about to explode .. i spnt to much time slacking and not goingt othe gym I have to work myself back up bllaaahh h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and new years resoluions ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I havnt really thought about it&lt;br /&gt;but for the new year I dont really resolve to do anything special just enjoy life and friends and family (if possble) ..ill come abck with resolutions if I can think of any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out bitches and homies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4325124557366458924?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4325124557366458924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4325124557366458924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4325124557366458924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years.html' title='New years'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-770110232320183145</id><published>2008-12-31T02:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:34:56.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm learning German</title><content type='html'>German&lt;br /&gt;English Translation&lt;br /&gt;Blödes arschloch&lt;br /&gt;Stupid asshole&lt;br /&gt;Affenschwanz&lt;br /&gt;Monkey-dick&lt;br /&gt;Arsch&lt;br /&gt;Ass&lt;br /&gt;Leck mich am arsch&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my ass! (lit. Lick my ass!)&lt;br /&gt;Arschficker&lt;br /&gt;Ass-fucker&lt;br /&gt;Arschgesicht&lt;br /&gt;Ass-face&lt;br /&gt;Arschkriecher&lt;br /&gt;Ass-crawler&lt;br /&gt;Arschloch&lt;br /&gt;Asshole&lt;br /&gt;Dumpfbacke&lt;br /&gt;Dumb-ass&lt;br /&gt;Fettarsch&lt;br /&gt;Fat-ass&lt;br /&gt;Das war ein geiler Fick&lt;br /&gt;That was a great fuck&lt;br /&gt;Willst Du ficken oder was?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to fuck or what?&lt;br /&gt;Er legt alle Mädchen flach&lt;br /&gt;He screws all the girls&lt;br /&gt;Wer hat gefurzt?&lt;br /&gt;Who farted?&lt;br /&gt;Hängetitten&lt;br /&gt;Droopy tits&lt;br /&gt;Herunterholen&lt;br /&gt;To masturbate&lt;br /&gt;Mein Leben ist nur ein Haufen Kacke&lt;br /&gt;My life is just a pile of crap&lt;br /&gt;Kacken&lt;br /&gt;To take a crap&lt;br /&gt;Fotze&lt;br /&gt;Pussy, cunt&lt;br /&gt;Muschi&lt;br /&gt;Pussy (kitty)&lt;br /&gt;Oberarsch&lt;br /&gt;Supreme idiot (super ass)&lt;br /&gt;Hau ab, Du Pfeife&lt;br /&gt;Take a hike, dick&lt;br /&gt;Pinkeln&lt;br /&gt;To urinate&lt;br /&gt;Pisse&lt;br /&gt;Piss&lt;br /&gt;Schleimer&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Ass&lt;br /&gt;Wichser&lt;br /&gt;Wanker&lt;br /&gt;Pissen&lt;br /&gt;To piss&lt;br /&gt;Puff&lt;br /&gt;Whorehouse&lt;br /&gt;Puffmutter&lt;br /&gt;Whorehouse Madame&lt;br /&gt;Du fauler Sack&lt;br /&gt;You lazy bastard&lt;br /&gt;Scheiße&lt;br /&gt;Shit&lt;br /&gt;Was machst Du da für Scheiße?&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Ich finde Dich Scheiße&lt;br /&gt;I think you're shit&lt;br /&gt;Scheißdreck&lt;br /&gt;Crap, Bullshit (lit. crap dirt)&lt;br /&gt;Er redet immer Scheißdreck.&lt;br /&gt;He's always talking crap&lt;br /&gt;Das geht dich einen Scheißdreck an&lt;br /&gt;That's not your fucking business&lt;br /&gt;Das geht dich einen feuchten Dreck an&lt;br /&gt;That's none of your goddamn business&lt;br /&gt;Ist mir scheißegal!&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a shit&lt;br /&gt;Ich Scheiße darauf&lt;br /&gt;Shit on that&lt;br /&gt;Scheißhaus&lt;br /&gt;Toilet (lit. Shithouse)&lt;br /&gt;Scheißkerl&lt;br /&gt;Asshole (lit. Shit-guy)&lt;br /&gt;Schleimscheißer&lt;br /&gt;Ass-kisser (lit. slime-shitter)&lt;br /&gt;Schwanz&lt;br /&gt;Penis, dick, cock&lt;br /&gt;Steife&lt;br /&gt;Penis, dick, cock&lt;br /&gt;Pimmel&lt;br /&gt;Penis, dick, cock&lt;br /&gt;Titten&lt;br /&gt;Tits&lt;br /&gt;Die hat ja Titten wie Melonen&lt;br /&gt;She's got tits like melons&lt;br /&gt;Tripper&lt;br /&gt;Gonorrhea&lt;br /&gt;Ficken&lt;br /&gt;To fuck&lt;br /&gt;Wichser&lt;br /&gt;Jack-off&lt;br /&gt;Du bist ein verdammter Wichser&lt;br /&gt;You're a real jack-off&lt;br /&gt;Schweinehund&lt;br /&gt;Pigdog&lt;br /&gt;Fotze&lt;br /&gt;Cunt&lt;br /&gt;Blode Fotze&lt;br /&gt;Stupid cunt&lt;br /&gt;Hurensohn&lt;br /&gt;Son of a bitch&lt;br /&gt;Hure&lt;br /&gt;Whore&lt;br /&gt;Depp&lt;br /&gt;Idiot&lt;br /&gt;Drecksau&lt;br /&gt;Dirty pig&lt;br /&gt;Arschgesicht&lt;br /&gt;Assface&lt;br /&gt;Fick dich&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fick mich&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me&lt;br /&gt;Schlampe&lt;br /&gt;Tramp or Slut&lt;br /&gt;Halt die klappe Affe&lt;br /&gt;Shut up ape&lt;br /&gt;Leck mich am Arsch&lt;br /&gt;Lick my ass&lt;br /&gt;Mach es dir selber&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck yourself&lt;br /&gt;Soll ich dir einen blasen?&lt;br /&gt;Would you like a blowjob&lt;br /&gt;Arschgeiger&lt;br /&gt;Ass Strummer&lt;br /&gt;Einhandsegeln&lt;br /&gt;Wank&lt;br /&gt;Verpiss dich&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off&lt;br /&gt;Schwuler&lt;br /&gt;Fag&lt;br /&gt;Verdammt&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;Gottverdammt&lt;br /&gt;God Damn it&lt;br /&gt;Geh fick deine Mutter&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck your mother&lt;br /&gt;Geh fick deinen Vater&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck your father&lt;br /&gt;Geh fick deinen Bruder&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck your brother&lt;br /&gt;Geh fick deine Schwester&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck your sister&lt;br /&gt;Dummkopf&lt;br /&gt;Idiot&lt;br /&gt;Hundeschiss&lt;br /&gt;Dog shit&lt;br /&gt;Abschaum&lt;br /&gt;Scum&lt;br /&gt;Sich abzapfen&lt;br /&gt;To jerk off&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;Anus&lt;br /&gt;Analfixiert&lt;br /&gt;Anal retentive&lt;br /&gt;Da hast du dich aber anscheißen lassen&lt;br /&gt;You really got screwed over&lt;br /&gt;Du scheißt' mich an&lt;br /&gt;You're a pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;Am Arsch der Welt&lt;br /&gt;In a Godforsaken hole&lt;br /&gt;Setz deinen Arsch in Bewegung&lt;br /&gt;Get your ass in gear&lt;br /&gt;Beschissen&lt;br /&gt;Lousy, crappy&lt;br /&gt;Betthase&lt;br /&gt;A good lay (lit. bed rabbit)&lt;br /&gt;Bockmist&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit (lit. ram manure)&lt;br /&gt;Brüste&lt;br /&gt;Breasts&lt;br /&gt;Busen&lt;br /&gt;Breasts&lt;br /&gt;Busengrabscher&lt;br /&gt;Tit-grabber&lt;br /&gt;Dirne&lt;br /&gt;Prostitute&lt;br /&gt;Prostituierte&lt;br /&gt;Prostitute&lt;br /&gt;Rotlichtviertel&lt;br /&gt;Red-light district&lt;br /&gt;Dirnenviertel&lt;br /&gt;Red-light district&lt;br /&gt;Donnerwetter&lt;br /&gt;Darn it&lt;br /&gt;Zum Donnerwetter&lt;br /&gt;Damn it (lit. To the thunder weather)&lt;br /&gt;Drecksack&lt;br /&gt;Dirty bastard (lit. Dirt sack)&lt;br /&gt;Drecksau&lt;br /&gt;Filthy swine, Filthy bastard&lt;br /&gt;Dreckskerl&lt;br /&gt;Filthy swine, Filthy bastard&lt;br /&gt;Dussel&lt;br /&gt;Twit, twerp&lt;br /&gt;Eier&lt;br /&gt;Balls (lit. eggs)&lt;br /&gt;Erotomane&lt;br /&gt;Sex maniac&lt;br /&gt;Erotomannin&lt;br /&gt;Nymphomaniac&lt;br /&gt;Feuchte Träume&lt;br /&gt;Wet dreams&lt;br /&gt;Fick&lt;br /&gt;Fuck&lt;br /&gt;Ein guter Fick&lt;br /&gt;A good fuck&lt;br /&gt;Schwanz&lt;br /&gt;Cock&lt;br /&gt;Flöte&lt;br /&gt;Cock (lit. flute)&lt;br /&gt;Flöten&lt;br /&gt;To suck cock (lit. play the flute)&lt;br /&gt;Schlampe&lt;br /&gt;Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Sie ist eine Fregatte&lt;br /&gt;She's built like a battleship (lit: It's a frigate)&lt;br /&gt;Freier&lt;br /&gt;A john&lt;br /&gt;Geil&lt;br /&gt;Horny&lt;br /&gt;Ein geiler Wicht&lt;br /&gt;Dirty old man, pervert&lt;br /&gt;Gemein&lt;br /&gt;Vulgar, nasty&lt;br /&gt;Hintern&lt;br /&gt;Backside&lt;br /&gt;Hoden&lt;br /&gt;Testicles, balls&lt;br /&gt;Hodensack&lt;br /&gt;Scrotum&lt;br /&gt;Hölle&lt;br /&gt;Hell&lt;br /&gt;Fahr zur Hölle&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell&lt;br /&gt;Hurensohn&lt;br /&gt;Son of a whore&lt;br /&gt;Kesser Vater&lt;br /&gt;Dyke, butch lesbian (Slang)&lt;br /&gt;Klitoris&lt;br /&gt;Clitoris&lt;br /&gt;Klugscheißer&lt;br /&gt;Know-it-all, smart ass&lt;br /&gt;Lesbe&lt;br /&gt;Lesbian&lt;br /&gt;Lesbierin&lt;br /&gt;Lesbian&lt;br /&gt;Lesbisch&lt;br /&gt;Lesbian&lt;br /&gt;Mieze&lt;br /&gt;Pussy (also pussy-cat)&lt;br /&gt;Möpse&lt;br /&gt;Tits, boobs&lt;br /&gt;Möse&lt;br /&gt;Cunt, pussy&lt;br /&gt;Muschi&lt;br /&gt;Pussy&lt;br /&gt;Nüsse&lt;br /&gt;Nuts, balls&lt;br /&gt;Nutte&lt;br /&gt;Hooker&lt;br /&gt;Onanie&lt;br /&gt;Onanism&lt;br /&gt;Onanieren&lt;br /&gt;To masturbate&lt;br /&gt;Onanist&lt;br /&gt;Masturbator&lt;br /&gt;Pflaume&lt;br /&gt;Pussy (lit. prune)&lt;br /&gt;Hau Ab!&lt;br /&gt;Piss off!&lt;br /&gt;Ein fauler Sack&lt;br /&gt;A lazy bastard / bugger&lt;br /&gt;Er geht mir auf den Sack&lt;br /&gt;He's a pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;Samen&lt;br /&gt;Semen, cum&lt;br /&gt;Samenflüssigkeit&lt;br /&gt;Semen, cum&lt;br /&gt;Schamlippen&lt;br /&gt;Labia, lips of the vulva&lt;br /&gt;Scheide&lt;br /&gt;Vagina&lt;br /&gt;Scheißen&lt;br /&gt;To shit&lt;br /&gt;Du scheißt' mich an&lt;br /&gt;You're shittin' me&lt;br /&gt;Ich scheiß' drauf&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a shit about it&lt;br /&gt;Teletbubi zurück Winker&lt;br /&gt;Someone who waves back at the Teletubies&lt;br /&gt;Ihre Mutter ist eine hure&lt;br /&gt;Your mother is a whore&lt;br /&gt;Geh Einhandsegeln!&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck yourself!&lt;br /&gt;Pickelschwanz&lt;br /&gt;Spotty dick&lt;br /&gt;Deine mutter hat haarige arschbacken&lt;br /&gt;Your mum has hairy arse cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Du hast doch nicht mehr alle Tassen im Schrank&lt;br /&gt;Someone stupid (lit. you don't have all your cups in the cupboard anymore)&lt;br /&gt;Hast Du einen guten Schiss gehabt?&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good shit?&lt;br /&gt;Schwanz&lt;br /&gt;Cock&lt;br /&gt;Schwanzlutscher&lt;br /&gt;Cocksucker&lt;br /&gt;Schwein&lt;br /&gt;Pig, bastard, swine&lt;br /&gt;Schweinehund&lt;br /&gt;Pig, bastard, swine&lt;br /&gt;Schweinekerl&lt;br /&gt;Pig, bastard, swine&lt;br /&gt;Schwule&lt;br /&gt;Homosexuals&lt;br /&gt;Stricher&lt;br /&gt;Male prostitute&lt;br /&gt;Strichjunge&lt;br /&gt;Male prostitute&lt;br /&gt;Stricherin&lt;br /&gt;Female prostitute&lt;br /&gt;Strichmädchen&lt;br /&gt;Female prostitute&lt;br /&gt;Zum Teufel&lt;br /&gt;Dammit! (lit. to devil)&lt;br /&gt;Geh zum Teufel&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell (lit. Go to the Devil)&lt;br /&gt;Hol dich der Teufel&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell (lit. Devil shall get you)&lt;br /&gt;Scher dich zum Teufel&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell&lt;br /&gt;Fahr' zur Hölle&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell&lt;br /&gt;Der Teufel wird los sein&lt;br /&gt;All hell's going to break lose&lt;br /&gt;Verdammt&lt;br /&gt;Damned, bloody&lt;br /&gt;Verdammt&lt;br /&gt;Damn, dammit&lt;br /&gt;Verdammt noch mal&lt;br /&gt;Damn it all&lt;br /&gt;Verdammter Mist&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn it&lt;br /&gt;Verflucht&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;Verflucht noch mal&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn it&lt;br /&gt;Warmer Bruder&lt;br /&gt;Gay person (lit. Warm brother)&lt;br /&gt;Weibstück&lt;br /&gt;Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Weichei&lt;br /&gt;Wimp&lt;br /&gt;Wichsen&lt;br /&gt;To masturbate&lt;br /&gt;Ziege&lt;br /&gt;Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Zuhälter&lt;br /&gt;Pimp&lt;br /&gt;Zungenkuss&lt;br /&gt;French kiss&lt;br /&gt;Zwitter&lt;br /&gt;Hermaphrodite&lt;br /&gt;Zwitterhaft&lt;br /&gt;Androgynous&lt;br /&gt;Du bist doch dumm wie Brot&lt;br /&gt;You are as dumb as bread&lt;br /&gt;Scheisskopf&lt;br /&gt;Shit head&lt;br /&gt;Blas' mir einen&lt;br /&gt;Blow me (lit. Blow me one)&lt;br /&gt;Komm abhanden!&lt;br /&gt;Get out&lt;br /&gt;Willst du wohl gefälligst den Mund halten?!&lt;br /&gt;Will you kindly shut up&lt;br /&gt;Lutsch' meine Eier&lt;br /&gt;Suck my balls&lt;br /&gt;Leck meine Eier&lt;br /&gt;Lick my balls&lt;br /&gt;Arschloch&lt;br /&gt;Asshole&lt;br /&gt;Arschgesicht&lt;br /&gt;Shitface&lt;br /&gt;Eselsarsch&lt;br /&gt;Jackass&lt;br /&gt;Lutscher&lt;br /&gt;Sucker&lt;br /&gt;Schlampe&lt;br /&gt;Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Hurensohn&lt;br /&gt;Son of a bitch&lt;br /&gt;Kotzbrocken&lt;br /&gt;Puke&lt;br /&gt;Idiot&lt;br /&gt;Idiot, Jerk&lt;br /&gt;Stümper&lt;br /&gt;Nerd&lt;br /&gt;Niete&lt;br /&gt;Nerd&lt;br /&gt;Abschaum&lt;br /&gt;Scum&lt;br /&gt;Geh' 'ne Kuh melken&lt;br /&gt;Go milk a cow&lt;br /&gt;Triebverbrecher&lt;br /&gt;Sex Maniac&lt;br /&gt;Hoden&lt;br /&gt;Testicles&lt;br /&gt;Du hast null Hoden&lt;br /&gt;You have no balls&lt;br /&gt;Ficken&lt;br /&gt;To fuck&lt;br /&gt;Fick Dich!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You!&lt;br /&gt;Nutte&lt;br /&gt;Whore&lt;br /&gt;Deine Mutter ist eine Nutte&lt;br /&gt;Your mom's a whore&lt;br /&gt;Arschloch&lt;br /&gt;Asshole&lt;br /&gt;Du bist ein Arschloch&lt;br /&gt;You're an asshole&lt;br /&gt;Dein Mutter&lt;br /&gt;Your gay mother!&lt;br /&gt;Ich will dich vögeln&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Ich will dich ficken&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fick dich ins Knie&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you (lit. fuck you in the knee)&lt;br /&gt;Es ist im Arsch&lt;br /&gt;It's broken/screwed/defunct (lit. It is in the arse)&lt;br /&gt;Korinthenkacker&lt;br /&gt;Anally retentive, pedant (lit. currant shitter)&lt;br /&gt;Du machst mich krank&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst mich mal (am Arsch lecken)&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my arse&lt;br /&gt;Frühspritzer&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from premature ejaculation&lt;br /&gt;Ich will dich ficken&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Du bist mir ein feiner freund!&lt;br /&gt;Fine friend you are! (used ironically)&lt;br /&gt;Muttersoehnchen&lt;br /&gt;Namby-pamby boy&lt;br /&gt;Mutterficker&lt;br /&gt;Motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;Sie musste viel hinunterschlucken&lt;br /&gt;She had to swallow a lot&lt;br /&gt;Bitte schlafe mit mir&lt;br /&gt;Please sleep with me&lt;br /&gt;Mannsahne&lt;br /&gt;Cum (lit. A man's cream)&lt;br /&gt;Dass ich nicht lache&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Erzaehle mir nicht so einen mist&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me that shit&lt;br /&gt;Abhanden kommen&lt;br /&gt;Get lost&lt;br /&gt;Luegner&lt;br /&gt;Liar&lt;br /&gt;Lügner&lt;br /&gt;Liar&lt;br /&gt;Stockdumm&lt;br /&gt;Utterly stupid&lt;br /&gt;Kuemmern sie sich um ihre Angelegenheiten&lt;br /&gt;Mind your own business&lt;br /&gt;Pissnelke&lt;br /&gt;Urinal&lt;br /&gt;Geh' und krabbel in das stinkende Loch zurück, aus dem Du kommst.&lt;br /&gt;Go back to the stinking hole you came from.&lt;br /&gt;Auf die knie, und heul'/winsel' um Vergebung&lt;br /&gt;On your knees, and suck for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Du stinkst wie n Pumakäfig&lt;br /&gt;You stink like a mountain lion's cage.&lt;br /&gt;Du fischgesichtige Entschuldigung einer Verfehlung der Evolution.&lt;br /&gt;You fish-faced excuse of a mishap by evolution.&lt;br /&gt;Seh ich deine fette Freundin, denke ich Deutsche Panzer rollen wieder.&lt;br /&gt;When I see your fat girlfriend, I think German tanks are rolling again.&lt;br /&gt;Danke 'n Scheiss, hinterhältiger Sohn einer klapprigen Scheissnutte.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for nothing, you backstabbing son of a scraggy bitch whore.&lt;br /&gt;Das ist nicht was dein Vati im BETT gestern Nacht gesagt.&lt;br /&gt;That's not what your dad said in bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;Du gehirnloses Stück Primatenscheisse.&lt;br /&gt;You brainless piece of ape's shit.&lt;br /&gt;Hat man dir mal ins Gehirn geschissen und vergessen umzurühren?&lt;br /&gt;Did someone shit in your head and forget to stir it?&lt;br /&gt;Ihre Mutter ist wie ein Staubsauger: sie saugt, bläst und landet dann im Wandschrank.&lt;br /&gt;Your mum is like a vacuum cleaner: she sucks, blows and gets laid in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;Gäbe es 'nen hässlichen Meter, DU wärst es!&lt;br /&gt;If there was an ugly meter, you'd blow the thing to bits.&lt;br /&gt;Gäbe es eine Skala für Hässlichkeit, du wärst drüber!&lt;br /&gt;If there was a scale for ugliness, you would exceed it!&lt;br /&gt;Im Wörterbuch unter 'grotesk' stehen Deine Titten.&lt;br /&gt;Under 'grotesque' in the dictionary, there's a photo of your tits.&lt;br /&gt;Ihre Mutter ist wie die Spielhalle: 2 Euro pro Benutzung.&lt;br /&gt;Your mum is like the neighborhood video game: 2 Euros a turn.&lt;br /&gt;Ich steche Dir die Augen raus und pisse dir ins Gehirn, du kleines schwules Arschloch!&lt;br /&gt;I will poke out your eyes and piss in your brain, you gay asshole.&lt;br /&gt;ABS-Bremser&lt;br /&gt;Someone who needs an abs in the car&lt;br /&gt;Airbagnachrüster&lt;br /&gt;One who installs an airbag in an old car&lt;br /&gt;Auf-jede-Email-Antworter&lt;br /&gt;Someone who answers to every email&lt;br /&gt;Bananenbieger&lt;br /&gt;Someone who bends bananas&lt;br /&gt;Benzinpreisvergleicher&lt;br /&gt;Someone who compares fuel prices&lt;br /&gt;Bergaufbremser&lt;br /&gt;Someone who breaks driving up a hill&lt;br /&gt;Bettnässer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who pisses into his bed&lt;br /&gt;Biernichtleertrinker&lt;br /&gt;One who doesn't drink the whole beer&lt;br /&gt;CD's-Abwischer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cleans the CD's&lt;br /&gt;Clausthalertrinker&lt;br /&gt;Someone who drinks non-alcoholic beer&lt;br /&gt;Cola-Light-Trinker&lt;br /&gt;Someone who drinks diet coke&lt;br /&gt;Dankesager&lt;br /&gt;Someone who says ''thank you''&lt;br /&gt;Datensicherer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who saves dates on a computer&lt;br /&gt;Dunkelbumser&lt;br /&gt;Someone who only fucks in darkness&lt;br /&gt;Email-Archivierer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who archives his emails&lt;br /&gt;Fallschirmbenutzer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who uses a parachute&lt;br /&gt;Frauenversteher&lt;br /&gt;Someone who understands women&lt;br /&gt;Gummibenutzer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who fucks with a condom&lt;br /&gt;Gurtanschnaller&lt;br /&gt;Someone who uses the seatbelts&lt;br /&gt;Kalorienzähler&lt;br /&gt;Someone who count calories&lt;br /&gt;Linksüberholer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who overtakes on the left side&lt;br /&gt;Nasenhaarschneider&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cuts the hears in the nose&lt;br /&gt;Nullpromillefahrer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who drives without alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Sitzpinkler&lt;br /&gt;Someone who sits down for pissing&lt;br /&gt;Tempolimitbeachter&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cares about speed limits&lt;br /&gt;Warmduscher&lt;br /&gt;Someone who showers warm&lt;br /&gt;Witzeaufschreiber&lt;br /&gt;Someone who writes down jokes&lt;br /&gt;Ampel-Grüngänger&lt;br /&gt;Someone who waits for the green traffic light when walking over the road&lt;br /&gt;Automatikfahrer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who drives a car with automatic transmission&lt;br /&gt;Beckenrandschwimmer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who only swims at the border of a pool&lt;br /&gt;Cabriogeschlossenfahrer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who closes the cabrio when driving&lt;br /&gt;Saug mein Fleisch&lt;br /&gt;Suck my dick&lt;br /&gt;Blas mir einen&lt;br /&gt;Suck my dick&lt;br /&gt;Ich will, dass du mit mir schläfst&lt;br /&gt;I want you to sleep with me&lt;br /&gt;Lutsch meinen Schwanz&lt;br /&gt;Suck my dick&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin shlaffen mit deinen Mutter&lt;br /&gt;I've bin sleeping with your mom&lt;br /&gt;Das geht dich einen Scheißdreck an&lt;br /&gt;It's none of your damn business.&lt;br /&gt;Dein Schwanz ist so klein&lt;br /&gt;Your dick is very small&lt;br /&gt;Dir hat wohl einer in's Hirn geschissen und vergessen zu ziehen!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently someone shat into your head and forgot to flush!&lt;br /&gt;Geh nen Bullen melken&lt;br /&gt;Go milk a male cow&lt;br /&gt;Das einzig interesseante an deiner Lebensgeschichte ist, wie du aus dem Versuchslabor entkommen bist&lt;br /&gt;The only interesting thing in your history is how you escaped from the laboratory.&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich deine Hackfresse hätte würd' ich lachend in ne' Kreissäge laufen&lt;br /&gt;If I had your ugly face I'd run straight into a buzzsaw, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Ich werde dich ausstopfen und auf ebay versteigern&lt;br /&gt;I'll stuff you and sell you on eBay.&lt;br /&gt;Sag' deiner Mama, dass sie wieder bei uns putzen darf, wir haben die fünf Euro wiedergefunden&lt;br /&gt;Tell your mom she may clean our house again, we found the five euros.&lt;br /&gt;Warum sind deine Eltern nicht einfach die fünf Minuten spazieren gegangen?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't your parents take a walk in those five minutes? (instead of conceiving you)&lt;br /&gt;Deine Zähne sind wie die Sterne so gelb und so weit auseinander&lt;br /&gt;Your teeth are like the stars: so yellow and so far away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;In deinem Kopf sind Staudämme aus Scheiße und die Pisse rinnt in Strömen&lt;br /&gt;In your head, shit builds dams and piss runs in rivers.&lt;br /&gt;Sag' deiner Mama ich bezahle sie später&lt;br /&gt;Tell your mother I'll pay her later&lt;br /&gt;Leichenficker&lt;br /&gt;Necrophiliac&lt;br /&gt;Deine Mama fickt für Busgeld und geht trotzdem zu Fuß&lt;br /&gt;Your mother fucks for bus-money and still walks&lt;br /&gt;Du bist dumm wie drei Meter Feldweg&lt;br /&gt;You're as dumb as 3 meters of field path&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-770110232320183145?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/770110232320183145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-learning-german.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/770110232320183145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/770110232320183145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-learning-german.html' title='I&apos;m learning German'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-9214982747596959998</id><published>2008-12-31T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:32:49.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>melting your dinner?</title><content type='html'>So I took my mother out for her birthday dinner tonight (her b-day is in April)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Melting Pot in Philly The city of brotherly hate and a neighborhood full of gay ppl called the 'Gayborhood'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact the Melting Pot is IN the gayborhood of Philly the city of brotherly hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to the place like 15 min early and walked inside for our 6:15 dinner reservations (15 min early..remember that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got introduced the overly complicated menu  and my mother still got confused lol ... I was too but I played it off well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ordered this yummy cheese fondue thing ... it wa a spinich artichoke cheese fondue. we got salads and it was sooooooooooooo good (mine was my moms was nasty at least it  looked nasty) and we got this this other thing that was a flavored broth you dip in all these diffrent type of meats in it. It wasnt that wonderful... we both agreed the cheese thing was MUCH better. an then for desert we got this awesome chocolate dip thing. That was the second best part. The first best part was the alcohol.  it was sooooooooooooooooooooooooo yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk now but b.c I had alcohol from a bottle of Kettle One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow night I have decided to go to Kristens house for new years instead of going to the fancy party ... shes always been a  good friend and shes moving Jan 18th :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-9214982747596959998?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/9214982747596959998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/melting-your-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/9214982747596959998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/9214982747596959998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/melting-your-dinner.html' title='melting your dinner?'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-5980692066337674300</id><published>2008-12-29T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:41:48.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strap ons are a no-no</title><content type='html'>ok so really ...why do ppl always think lesbians use strap ons? I mean really!!! think about it ... if I wanted something shaped like a penis going up my 'you now what' (which will from here on out be refered to as the happiness).... Anyway yeah so lesbians dont use strap ons or dildos or double ended dildos ... ok I used a double ended dildo once and it was akward... Fisting is kinda wierd too ... Happiness doesnt like that ... but sometimes girls like it so it gets done ON THEM.... my happines doesnt like that ... I'll add more later when I can think of other wierd thinks to say about lesbian sex... but in the mean time (you know I am writing this just for you) think about what you do to make your girl excited w/out using your penis ... thats the SAME stuff lesbians do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so inaddition I would like to add that telling your family about your sex life or love life is typically not OK... I would like to point out the situation between my self and my ex Mark (my mother set us up ewww) anyway its NOT alright to tell your parents how you lost your virginity at the age of 22  when said girl is coming over for dinner 4 hours later to meet your parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-5980692066337674300?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5980692066337674300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/strap-ons-are-no-no.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/5980692066337674300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/5980692066337674300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/strap-ons-are-no-no.html' title='Strap ons are a no-no'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-3272113578404946090</id><published>2008-12-29T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:22:36.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iHerb</title><content type='html'>anyone who gets herbal supplements or vitamins or Whey proteins go to iHerb.com and use the referral code ROF331. It gets you $5.00 off your first purchase.  If you use Whey Protein I suggest Whey Factors 100% Natural Why Proteins French Vanilla flavored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-3272113578404946090?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3272113578404946090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/iherb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3272113578404946090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/3272113578404946090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/iherb.html' title='iHerb'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7777368978272201132</id><published>2008-12-28T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:49:31.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a breath every few seconds</title><content type='html'>So as many of you know I went on my 'blnd date' tonight.... man this girl just didnt stop talking   ...    like EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier in the morning I was feeling horrible like stuffy nose sore throat vomiting headache head spinnig and all around the general feeling of just like death ... soI tried to cancel and Carla was like O no I'll just come to you!  I hesitantly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at the train station and she started off by talking consistantly for about 10 min until I interjected with are you hungry? ... I thought if I shoed food in her mouth she couldnt talk... she was like oh yeha Im starving my dog ate my lunch ...ok... we drove around for a bit and she sees Red Lobster and screams "OOOO I love Red Lobster" "want to eat there "I would LOVE to eat there" so we go in and get a table kinda in the center of the area we are in.  Now I don't knwo about you but I like to keep my public dinner conversation pg maaaybe pg-13 not Carla... she was practically yelling about sex and her exes and how she worked at condom kingdom.  I think i maybe talked for 2 min total and it was mostly ugh huh and oh and cool ..nothing of substance ... we left the restuarant to go to the mall (oh I was excited ...not really)  Thankfully the mall was closed ... so we decided to go for a tour when she realized she left her take home food at the rest. So I went back and we got the food. so we were back to the car and (oh i forgot to say during inner she had ONE drink and was visibally tipsy) as I go to open the door for her she goes "will you jus kiss me already" it was VERY awkward and I kissed her on the cheek.  so thne off for the tour of where I lived ... I stopped to get gas at which pont I texted Karin something along the lines of shoot me she wont shut up but i dont know how that came ou i wasnt looking at the key pad.... anywa y she decides that she would now rather see a movie...  so we chnged course and went to the movies .... be settled on Bed Time Stories (good movie...for a 10 yr old...no really it was cute)  the whole time in te movie she was texting ppl (got thats annoying!!!! then I took her to the train station to catch the last train back home ... I gave her a hug and she leaned in for a kiss ........ we didn't kiss            and now she is texting me telling me what a wonderful time she had ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7777368978272201132?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7777368978272201132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-breath-every-few-seconds.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7777368978272201132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7777368978272201132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-breath-every-few-seconds.html' title='Take a breath every few seconds'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6536706889912876372</id><published>2008-12-28T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:04:53.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish Penicilin</title><content type='html'>so according to my mother Matza Ball soup is Jewish Penicilin. Everyone in our house is sick ... it didnt make me feel anybetter than before eating it but whatever... I have to go out tonight for a blind date... my friend is trying to hook me up with another friend of his. I'm picking her up at 7:21 from the train station then we are going to do something...i dunno b/c i havnt planned it out exactly... I told my mother I was meeting my friend Kristen Gumbert for dinner... I really hate lying but I cant help it if I was like I'm going out on a date with Carla (any girl) she would throw hersef infront of my car or something equally desperate in an attempt to keep me home.  whatever... my cat is kneading me ... I feel like dough .. I'm gonna go get dressed since meetign someone in your PJs would prolly not be a good first impression&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6536706889912876372?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6536706889912876372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/jewish-penicilin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6536706889912876372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6536706889912876372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/jewish-penicilin.html' title='Jewish Penicilin'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4060773140033116005</id><published>2008-12-27T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:18:24.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa the felony counts I'm up too</title><content type='html'>so I was driving home from Karins house and I accidently almost drove in New Jersey  (grabbed the LAST exist in PA before crossing state lines) that woulda been 550 + 7+10  = 567 felony counts had I crossed state lines only in AMMO so then having 2 loaded guns and a bunch of other things that are illegal ... I wouldnt served life+87345683745 yrs in a dirty jersey prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am getting WAAAY ahead of myself ... Karin you NEED to sear the snow in your drive way .... pon my first attempt to leave I wnet str8 into a pile of snow it was awesome ... I spent about 3 mins trying to get out of the spot... once I was out I round house kicked the pile then jumped on it and left a pretty impression of my foot ...so I left and the driveway and call Eagle ... we talked about stuff and how messed up his ex is ... so i got off of the phone with him and was near windgap PA (the town where nicole lives) I was about to go visit to get my stuff ONLY but decided against it. Prolly a good decision... anyway i was driving listening to Savage Garden and Camera Obscura and Daryn Hayes and some other shiznet .. i was driving along and almost found myself in jersey which I avoided but taking the very LAST exit in PA ...  I got pulle over about 30 min after that (no ticket) for driving faster than weather conditions permitted ... he let me go I was goign 40 in a 45 ... so i was fine just b/c im not scared of my own shadow ..geeze ... i drove around for a while finally got to some where i recignized i got a really healthy meal ... a salad and fries (god and the devil were tlaking in my ears telling me what to order .. god wanted fries and the devil wanted that evil salad) it was the BEST salad ever :) ... the place i went to was called "Hot Spot"  I thought that it was spicy food but apparently it was an American/Greek combo place ... whatever it was yummy just not hot ... on the road again driving for a while ... and after about like 20 min of driving i narrowly avoided a car pile up i totally swerved around it lol prolly pssed ppl off i shoulda stayed since i witnessed it ... oh well ...now im at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Carla on the phone which was semi exciting ... im on a Blog Talk Radio show right now ... I totally called in first and my cat kept meowing in the phone I couldnt stop laughing LMAO...  im gonna get going now im bored and these ppl are annoying me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4060773140033116005?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4060773140033116005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoa-felony-counts-im-up-too.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4060773140033116005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4060773140033116005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoa-felony-counts-im-up-too.html' title='Whoa the felony counts I&apos;m up too'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-7755707492084541603</id><published>2008-12-27T21:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:53:47.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Indian kid got it right!</title><content type='html'>American History&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day of a school in and a new Indian student from New Delhi named Chandrasekhar Subramanian entered the fourth grade.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, ”Let’s begin by reviewing some American History.Who said ‘Give me liberty, or give me Death’?”&lt;br /&gt;She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Chandrasekhar, who had his hand up: ‘Patrick Henry, 1775′ he said.   ‘Very good!’ said the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Who said ‘A Government of the People, by the People, for the People, shall not perish from the Earth?’&lt;br /&gt;Again, no response except from Chandrasekhar. ‘Abraham Lincoln, 1863′ said Chandrasekhar.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher snapped at the class, ‘Class, you should be ashamed. Chandrasekhar, who is new to our country, knows more about its history than you do.’&lt;br /&gt;She heard a loud whisper from a disgruntled student: ‘Fuck the Indians,’&lt;br /&gt;‘Who said that?’ she demanded. Chandrasekhar put his hand up. ‘General Custer, 1862.’&lt;br /&gt;At that point, a student in the back said, ‘I’m gonna puke.’&lt;br /&gt;The teacher glares around and asks ‘All right! Now, who  said that?’&lt;br /&gt;Again, Chandrasekhar says, ‘George Bush to the Japanese  Prime Minister, 1991.’&lt;br /&gt;Now furious, another student yells, ‘Oh yeah? Suck this!’&lt;br /&gt;Chandrasekhar jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts to the teacher , ‘Bill Clinton, to Monica  Lewinsky, 1997!’&lt;br /&gt;Now with almost a mob hysteria someone said, ‘You little shit. If you say anything else, I’ll kill you.’&lt;br /&gt;Chandrasekhar frantically yells at the top of his voice, ‘ Michael Jackson to a child witness testifying against him- 2004.’&lt;br /&gt;The teacher fainted.&lt;br /&gt;And as the class gathered around the teacher on the floor, someone said, ‘Oh shit, we’re screwed!’&lt;br /&gt;And Chandrasekhar said quietly, ‘I think it was the  American people, November 4th, 2008″.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-7755707492084541603?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7755707492084541603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/indian-kid-got-it-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7755707492084541603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/7755707492084541603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/indian-kid-got-it-right.html' title='The Indian kid got it right!'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4811444856700952617</id><published>2008-12-27T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:14:04.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>splish splash ...I'm taking a bath</title><content type='html'>actually not but i wanted to take a shower at some point ....my head is still spinning and my eyes still cant focus in properly.... my head is fuggged up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4811444856700952617?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4811444856700952617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/splish-splash-im-taking-bath.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4811444856700952617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4811444856700952617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/splish-splash-im-taking-bath.html' title='splish splash ...I&apos;m taking a bath'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4122327168563586732</id><published>2008-12-26T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:26:04.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbian Lovers...my version</title><content type='html'>so today was the day Karin and I have been blogging about for the past 2-5 days ... Alpine day... which of course chronicles the adventures of Jackie and Karin in Montrose. I was going to come up last night however due to my nagging mother who claimed it would be horrible due to the travelers and such and told me I had to wait until early Friday morning... I set my alarm for 530 am and went to bed around 11:30 ... didn't fall asleep until  around 1230 b/c Carly kept texting me and then woke up almost every house and finally decided at 3:30 I had enough and got up...i tried to go to the gym but it was closed (butt heads!) came back home and made breakfast which was a protein shake and 1 cookie (it was soooooo good) as I was leaving my mother told me to have a good time call her when i got here and oh yeah "are you a lesbian?" no shit ... how long have I been saying this to you??? she i convinced for whatever reason... So I finally left my house at around 6:30  should of been there by 8:00 maaaybe 8:30 but no didnt get here til real close to 9. the reason was b/c I couldnt take my short cut thru jersey I was traveling with my pez and each one is a felony in Jersey so that would have been 16 felony counts in one day minimum and ppl were driving uber slow... anyway i got up here i was alive i called my mom who made this lame joke about how it wasn't cool it was "actually warm" fuuunnnnyy right? moving on ... so I told Karin I was hungry (as usual) and we went to Jonathans down the road where we got breakfast nothing exciting eggs toast and nasty hash browns Karin got my suasage links that looked like baby cow erections or something similar. we drove by her work and started our drive to The Alpine... along the way we kept our list of assorted talking points saw a semi truck in the road..i mean a fat woman ... Karin yelled out "Go Go Gadget Car" which left me in hysterics for a hot minute ... We got up to honesdale and Karin decides to go to Nikkis but she needs x-mas gifts for the kids so we stop at walmart not much exciting stuff going on there really ... I peed and she made me wait on line 2x... I saw Andrew and Cheyshelle (arlydias siblings..her sister has a smoking body and the two of them look nothing alike and her brother is adorable) I talked to Andrew for a bit and he was very much relieved about having been able to talk to Arly since she had gone missing since Dec 12th... so we left Wal Mart and went to Fawnlake to see the kids ... the car was slipping down the driveway and all even in park and w/ the e-brake. I got out and Karin managed to park us right on a huge chunk of ice no walkability ... i wished i had ice skates ... I slipped on the nICE banged my head and popped my shoulder out (both still are killing me ...i need more alcohol ... the kids were fun I guess the little one Jasmine asked me whats wrong with your face? (I have a bright red scrape on it from earlier today when my glasses got caught in my hoodie and dug a ditch in my skin.... nice eh?... not really) I blew bubbles for her for aobut 5 minutes while she popped them ...exciting exciting right??? well then Karin goes adn gets thier gifts and htey are both excited .... Jasmine had her fairy barbie thing so i helped put on the wings  ..i finally got them closed and hooked on properly when Nikki goes thast not right (they are supposed to be opened by apush of a button but apparently she wanted them opened ...whatever) so she  opens the wings making what i spent all that time doing worthless..the kid didnt care she just wanted to play with it ... we finally left at which point i told karin if we didnt eat i was going to eat her face... we drove around (in the wrong direction...my stomach doesnt thank you for that one) and then drove to the Alpine where we had a super yummy meal ..... mmmmmmm yummy ... they had no smoked cow tongue in which sucked i was really looking fowrd to it ... oh well there is always next time ... i did however try some nast pork tongue and blood whatever... it was sickening ... we came back to Karins and on the way home i fell asleep in the car (with my mouth open apparently) and then we ate the  jewish christmas meal left overs.. .Karin and mike enjoyed it ... i think they said they did ... they ate cookies i brang up too and loved them ... and we build our gingerbread house and make jello shots... I hat 2 double shots and 2 single shots and 4 jello shots... i wasnt drunk and my head and shoulder still hurt alot ... in fact they hurt more now ...i spent a good 2 hours on u4prez.com compalinign to Bernie how I needed to find a new doctor and how i was in pain and at the same time acted wierd on plurk... now i'm about to go to bed..or maybe not Krin jsut busted into this room with no shirt on ..wtf???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4122327168563586732?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4122327168563586732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/lesbian-loversmy-version.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4122327168563586732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4122327168563586732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/lesbian-loversmy-version.html' title='Lesbian Lovers...my version'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-4111382309179812078</id><published>2008-12-25T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:30:25.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Came Sant Came</title><content type='html'>oh my ... ok so I really never believed in Santa (ya know bing Jewish and all) but it is usualyl exciting for me to get up super early and gather around our chrstmas table to open gifts that I didnt already get for Chanukah (oooo yeah bet youre jelous now) anywa as I already indicated I wasnt that into it this year I didnt get up till about 9:30 at which time instead of rushing out to go open presents adn see if ppl liked what i got them i went and make our christmas feast. a about 10"30 everyoone was up so then we started opening gifts... promptly 5 min into it my brother announces he is going to his friends house ... what an ass ...he cant stay home one day of the year???? are we really that horrible???? I dont think we are I think he is just an ass... anyway I got my family things they all loved ... my Stepdad a laptop my mom a beautiful watch with mother of pearl backng adn diamonds around the face and 18K gold band (and its water resistant ...socre!!!) I got my siser a gift card to her favorite JAP store Forever 21 and my brother got this nifty wireless alarm clock mp3 player cd player thing that he loved ... I got 2 boxes of 22 ammo  cds and  a check for $175 for scuba diving lessons from my mom and stepdad a bluetooth thingy from my brother, and a braclet 3 CDs and a book called "the survival Chemist" from my sister aaaaaannnnnnnnndddddd some CRAISANS!!!! love those things ... now i want to decorate ginger bread people  with my siblings but as per usual they have baracaded themselves in their rooms for the rest of the day ... im going to finish making our christmas feast and clean the house since ppl are coming over tonight ... i still want to do the gingerbread house at some point so who will join me????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-4111382309179812078?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4111382309179812078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-came-sant-came.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4111382309179812078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/4111382309179812078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-came-sant-came.html' title='Santa Came Sant Came'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6378984803057715752</id><published>2008-12-24T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:01:35.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Explosions</title><content type='html'>So at about 6:30 pm there was a load bang outside and from 6:45 to now all I have heard was police ambulence and fire engine sirens. its ntot 8:44 and I just hear another one a minute or so ago. I don;t know whats going on out there but it sounds like  bomb or a gas tank exploding... whatever it is it isnt good if the police fire and ambulence ppl are still there 2 hours later and then another explosion was heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm jewish and all but I also celebrate Christmas (my stepdad if he wasnt in our family i woudnt have anythign to do with this holiday). This year I am extremly uninterested in it... I wish that it didt exist at all. This has definitly been the worst holiday season ever.  After spending over $650 on my family and knowing that maybe my brother and sister wont be home really pisses me off. it supposed to be a time for family and gift giving and all that BS ... my mom went out of ehr way to prepare a huge dinner (with the neighbors) and we are JEWiSH ... al b.c my stepfather and non practicing sister and brother wanted to conform to the norms of the US. So Chanukah sucked b.c of everyone and now christmas day is gonan suck even more ... I want to just sleep thru it and wake up friday morning at Karins place ... fuck christmas and fuck my family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6378984803057715752?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6378984803057715752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/explosions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6378984803057715752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6378984803057715752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/explosions.html' title='Explosions'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8667366769699923059</id><published>2008-12-23T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:16:01.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its hard as a rock</title><content type='html'>last ngiht for dinner my mom made stuffed cabbage yummmmmmmmmmmmm and stuffed peppers for my stepdad and the whole time my step dad kept saying "its hard as a rock" "its so dry" and it was just funny b.c he someone managed to turn any conversation into how orrible his stuffed peppers was me and my sister were cracking up out stomachs and sides hurt from luaghing so hard ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i threw my cat 2 times b.c he pissed me off too he hssed at me :( but now hes in love with me again he is sitting on my lap and biting my forearm and licking it too... hes  abit of a wierd cat ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have nothing else so ad i just wanted to say about dinner last ngiht.. it was going to be more funny but i was pissy last ngiht nad never got aound to doing it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8667366769699923059?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8667366769699923059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-hard-as-rock.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8667366769699923059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8667366769699923059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-hard-as-rock.html' title='Its hard as a rock'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6038345854375501893</id><published>2008-12-21T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:05:09.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can kiss a girl better than you</title><content type='html'>David "I can't wait for your kisses" I can wait a life time for yours buddy ... I don't want to kiss you youre idea of kissing in having your tongue in my throat preventing me from being able to breath. Its just not at all sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen here you korean wackjob the reason you've been single and never married is due to your inability to kiss or relate to what women want... I mean not that I really ever was attracted to you you have a n icky penis but still... you need to work on your women skills ... I'll have more luck with the ladies in one day than you will have in a lifetime... I know how to kiss them and treat them right and thats that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6038345854375501893?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6038345854375501893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-kiss-girl-better-than-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6038345854375501893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6038345854375501893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-kiss-girl-better-than-you.html' title='I can kiss a girl better than you'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-8069530053562893331</id><published>2008-12-20T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:01:55.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lesbians I know all voted for McCain</title><content type='html'>so today I was hanging out with a bunch of lesbians (I bet you're all suprised). I thought that they all would  have voted for that moron Obama, but NO 5 out of the 6 of them said McCain! so I ask who voted for Obama? Everyone I work with voted for Obama but they are brainwashed New Jersey residents.  anywnt to know how PA went to Obama??? Everyone I know voted for McCain!!!!! Even the gay people I talk to ... its just udder madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other enws my friends tried to set me up with this  girl today and I was just not having it ...she was a 5'8 red head with green eyes ...she looked niced but beyond that she had ZERO personality... I think she was pretty onto that one since I was trying to avoid her like the plague ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all of that ... I am really upset b.c I may be losing my job soon and that makes me sad :( stupid economy ... I'm a victim of the car industry collapsing... yes I am an analytical chemist but the company I work for makes catylist for the auto industry since they arent making any since they arent putting in any orders the company is losing money and needs to make tup by getting ri of some people....... this sucks im so confused with what to do and it smakingmevery upset ... obviously i dont want to talk about it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going up to see Karin on Friday leaving around 10pm Thursday night... shes also upset so we can be two miserable girls whining about life ... nah we'll probably have a good tme as usual :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-8069530053562893331?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8069530053562893331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/lesbians-i-know-all-voted-for-mccain.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8069530053562893331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/8069530053562893331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/lesbians-i-know-all-voted-for-mccain.html' title='lesbians I know all voted for McCain'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996934481073137239.post-6473528772421192363</id><published>2008-12-16T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:36:21.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Wrestling and bad pick-ups</title><content type='html'>So I hung out with my Friend Dan today and we talk about very aclectic things. One of them being women who eat each other up and sex. Well dan out did  himself this time with the ulltimate surrender! &lt;a href="http://www.ultimatesurrender.com/"&gt;http://www.ultimatesurrender.com/&lt;/a&gt;. It is this website that shows somewhat ood looking women wrestling while sexually pleasing each other. The winner gets to fuck the loser with a  strap on (I dont get the whole strap on thing... if your a lesbian you obviously dont want a penis up in your vagina why have a penis looking/shaped object in there?) anyway that website is totally SICK and you should check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the bad pick-ups well haha oooohhhhh thats a funny one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so Dan and I were at the mall buying some x-mas presents  for his family. at one of the shops the cashier said something to the effect of ..... " In my universe you're the most interesting thing in my world" ...to which Dn replied with " woah if I'm the most interesting you have to let me take you out and show you the world" to which the cashier said in an instant " no I dont think so" I luaghed at him and then the cashier goes "I'm for girls" LMAO ...there was a bit more to this story but its just funny as hell that he used that horrible pick-up and she used the "i'm a lesbian" excuse after a flat out NO I don't think so. Its like adding insult to injury... agghhhh but I still love my Daniel :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996934481073137239-6473528772421192363?l=jackarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6473528772421192363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/sexy-wrestling-and-bad-pick-ups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6473528772421192363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996934481073137239/posts/default/6473528772421192363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackarooo.blogspot.com/2008/12/sexy-wrestling-and-bad-pick-ups.html' title='Sexy Wrestling and bad pick-ups'/><author><name>Jackarooo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBWIVBhzuuo/STQe8MeZsOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Edu4mDR6ESg/S220/IMG_1271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
