<?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-5908514878187436586</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:17:10.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in the lemon light</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-2194670397486480202</id><published>2011-02-21T21:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:09:51.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr</title><content type='html'>switching to tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdoingthisforkicks.tumblr.com"&gt;imdoingthisforkicks.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-2194670397486480202?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2194670397486480202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2011/02/tumblr.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/2194670397486480202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/2194670397486480202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2011/02/tumblr.html' title='tumblr'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-4466019147286818821</id><published>2011-01-25T21:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:37:06.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TT-HZFH6STI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VmoxwrNkSG4/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-03%2Bat%2B18.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: center; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TT-HZFH6STI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VmoxwrNkSG4/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-03%2Bat%2B18.00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566316529395058994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TT-HY8EJ4cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/r9DC3hd3CZs/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-19%2Bat%2B15.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: center; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TT-HY8EJ4cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/r9DC3hd3CZs/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-19%2Bat%2B15.35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566316526963384770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-4466019147286818821?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4466019147286818821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2011/01/pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/4466019147286818821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/4466019147286818821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2011/01/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TT-HZFH6STI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VmoxwrNkSG4/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-03%2Bat%2B18.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-3865044670965369091</id><published>2011-01-07T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:51:11.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mir Boziji. Hristos se rodi.</title><content type='html'>Merry Serbian Christmas. My day will be a combination of eating too much food, working miserably at Bon Ton, and looking at people consume alcohol that I can't have (not because of my age, but because I have mono. The irony is painful) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered today that I have an abnormal love for cannolis and tiramisu, and I should move to Italy and eat until I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-3865044670965369091?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3865044670965369091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2011/01/mir-boziji-hristos-se-rodi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/3865044670965369091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/3865044670965369091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2011/01/mir-boziji-hristos-se-rodi.html' title='Mir Boziji. Hristos se rodi.'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-1884768740718605416</id><published>2010-12-20T11:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:43:32.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vulva original</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vulva-original.com/gb/"&gt; This. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone buy this please so i know what the "perfect" vulva smells like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-1884768740718605416?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1884768740718605416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/12/vulva-original.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/1884768740718605416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/1884768740718605416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/12/vulva-original.html' title='vulva original'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-5614269130177747548</id><published>2010-10-02T03:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T03:34:56.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>following a good week is always a bad day. always. i will never deny the inevitability that seven days after a really good moment a tragic one will follow. no matter how many awesome people we think we meet every day, we meet an equivalent amount of assholes. assholes who come across nice or cool, who will fuck you over in a heartbeat. and i don't exaggerate. a heartbeat can mean the second it takes him to walk out the door and leave you hanging, or him turning around the ignore you in front of his friends. i'm probably being dramatic, but i don't think it's fair that moments like these have to happen to me more than 4 times in my little lifetime. i've only been alive for 18 years and 11 months, yet i still think i deserve a little more. does a really loving relationship have to stem from a series of awful, scarring ones? do mean guys even count as relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so miserable here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-5614269130177747548?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5614269130177747548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/5614269130177747548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/5614269130177747548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-4750162718090019043</id><published>2010-09-20T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T10:40:50.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>anais nin</title><content type='html'>so, i've been reading delta of venus, and i am disappointed. not in the book, because it's written beautifully, but how dull life is in comparison. in context i am pretty naive and inexperienced, but from observing society it seems like the art of lovemaking died years ago. sex was always sex and always will be, but something is lacking, at least in my generation. i feel i will never find a man in my generation who understands what i'm talking about, and that is very, very disappointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-4750162718090019043?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4750162718090019043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/09/anais-nin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/4750162718090019043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/4750162718090019043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/09/anais-nin.html' title='anais nin'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-3442538760846185221</id><published>2010-08-04T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:12:17.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my summer in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.polaine.com/playpen/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/sva-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.oneinhundred.com/upfiles/upimg5/The-Bon-Ton-stores-gift-card---4878135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.completecolorado.com/STOCKIMAGES/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drcellphonehouston.com/images/laptop/macpro15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://reprazent.typepad.com/reprazent/images/2007/07/17/dd_iced.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.seattletimes.nwsource.com/davidpostman/Roller%20Derby.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotobank.ru/img/FC00-9335.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2467/3640579756_1584ae9d09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/fi/thumb/0/05/Sonata_Arctica_logo.svg/609px-Sonata_Arctica_logo.svg.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pastemagazine.com/blogs/lists/2009/02/14/broken_heart_by_fabu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-spearhead.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/sniveling.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/phone%20rage.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://okokedu.com/userfiles//1(440).jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.phototour.minneapolis.mn.us/pics/2356.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-3442538760846185221?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3442538760846185221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-summer-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/3442538760846185221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/3442538760846185221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-summer-in-pictures.html' title='my summer in pictures'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2467/3640579756_1584ae9d09_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-448242770643904509</id><published>2010-06-28T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:24:00.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Golly Sandra!&lt;br /&gt;You've grown up really crazy...&lt;br /&gt;have I been too denying of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-448242770643904509?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/448242770643904509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/448242770643904509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/448242770643904509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-5241502896479244650</id><published>2010-06-23T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:34:25.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>optimism?</title><content type='html'>good things should happen to good people. considering i've only been alive for 18 years, i think i've been a pretty good person so far. i haven't done anything ethically questionable, i don't frequently break the law or cause mischief. i'm nice to the masses, i try to be nice to my family, and i'm a good friend when it comes down to it. i'm tooting my own fucking horn but i don't care. because i think i deserve a little push. some help from wherever to help me get to my next step. i don't WANT to settle for less. i want to go where i want to go. i just need some help. i don't care about winning a million acting awards or some stupid video contests. i want money.&lt;br /&gt;it's a little fucked up when your father says&lt;br /&gt;"i really don't know what to do, sandra."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-5241502896479244650?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-8163080161964455627</id><published>2010-06-02T19:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:14:51.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of being the bro</title><content type='html'>Just saying, I'm sick of being the bro. You know, the girl that's fun to chill with but you don't consider girly enough to hook up with fellow guy friends or take out on dates. The girl that can take your jokes (or just pretend to...) and watch you fart and stuff Dominos down your throat? Yea, me. I'm sick of being me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a date would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-8163080161964455627?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8163080161964455627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/06/sick-of-being-bro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/8163080161964455627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/8163080161964455627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/06/sick-of-being-bro.html' title='sick of being the bro'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-6622452394755429924</id><published>2010-01-31T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:52:19.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wackiest Barbies Ever Made</title><content type='html'>Okay, I had to do this. I just bought a Barbie for $3 because I'm going to make her plus size, and looking at her encouraged me to explore all of the Barbies that have been created over the years. These are some of the weirdest, funniest and downright creepiest I have found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ever-So-Classy Pregnant Barbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/519bXURD6%2BL._SS400_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51N9QRgchjL._AA280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does she looks like a teenager, she even has cute freckles and wears fashionable maternity wear. Way to go, Mattel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher Barbie(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41YnVJ2nG9L._SS400_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/b7/01/a92ec060ada0becbc3eed110.L._AA280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31KAB8M3rKL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, these kind of freak me out. They all look exactly like her and they are all just a tad frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joan Jett Barbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41BEzTQzkWL._SS400_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's even skinnier than a normal Barbie. How is this possible??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Birds Barbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41fDOMoMriL._SS500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahhahahaa. this is epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rockabilly Barbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41shxVCGvpL._SS500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT! I want it. But it's 79 dollars. Apparently my mom spent that much money when she bought Barbies for me and my sister. If only Rockabilly Barbie had existed back then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken as Mr. Spock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31pjqUm%2B4cL._SS500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is just awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wicked Witch Barbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Ec35TcvvL._SS350_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you really buy this for your daughter? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereotypical Black Girl Barbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41fOIEwSSmL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41-cCHHtSsL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trichelle, Janessa, Kara and Kianna. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed Racer Barbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51EoQEwn1hL._SS350_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedracer was lame, and making Barbies out of it was lamer. These are selling for 20 bucks, together, on Amazon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And to top it off...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TRAMP STAMP BARBIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tattoosdayuk.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who DOESN'T want their kids to have a trailer trash Barbie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find any more wacky, creepy and funny Barbies post a comment with a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-6622452394755429924?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6622452394755429924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/wackiest-barbies-ever-made.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/6622452394755429924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/6622452394755429924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/wackiest-barbies-ever-made.html' title='Wackiest Barbies Ever Made'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-6128340648833653896</id><published>2010-01-25T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:04:28.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an update for the updated</title><content type='html'>today is a wonderful day. plenty of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mika makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;2. i had raisin bran for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;3. some bitch teacher made a mean comment and someone stood up for me. that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;4. oh yeah, and i got accepted to COLLEGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where i start to believe in the law of attraction. i know it seems fruity and magical, but it's not. energy isn't magical. it's science. IT'S MAGICAL SCIENCE!! and this magical science has given me [almost] everything i've ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a materialistic note, i am getting my clarisonic brush tomorrow. it will rejuvinate my face and make me even happier to be alive with fresh clean commercial-worthy skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD i am so cheesy. am i too cheesy? don't answer that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-6128340648833653896?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6128340648833653896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/update-for-updated.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/6128340648833653896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/6128340648833653896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/update-for-updated.html' title='an update for the updated'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-8894334292107328492</id><published>2009-12-28T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:19:47.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last post.</title><content type='html'>bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-8894334292107328492?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8894334292107328492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/8894334292107328492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/8894334292107328492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post.html' title='last post.'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-1050176622449553624</id><published>2009-12-26T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:13:33.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>i am the only girl i personally know that reads feminist literature- and when my mom sees it, she tells me i'm obsessed with sex. and that i need to stop reading books about sex.&lt;br /&gt;the book she saw is called "visions of female sexual power and a world without rape."&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i kind of am obsessed with sex, i just don't like people telling me that i am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-1050176622449553624?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1050176622449553624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/1050176622449553624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/1050176622449553624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-994489219159987704</id><published>2009-09-27T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:53:43.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a beautiful moment</title><content type='html'>riding home from work with mom, it was raining and she had her favorite bosnian music blasting. i reclined the chair and closed my eyes, listening to extremely comforting melodies that made me really nostalgic. once in a while mom would interject with "Ohhhhhhh this is it this is the song!" or "It is terrible. Terrible visibility" and then she would immediately go back to singing along with people who's names nobody can pronounce. i felt so right at that moment i cried a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-994489219159987704?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/994489219159987704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/994489219159987704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/994489219159987704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-moment.html' title='a beautiful moment'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-1924870304036466751</id><published>2009-09-06T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:28:29.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer obsessions</title><content type='html'>this summer i have formed a few sandra fads slash obsessions. these include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slouchy tees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oa-Fpq8GLE0/SNwEcZh8U3I/AAAAAAAACdM/iLoTl566GAQ/s320/KAIN-WS7_V1-BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/weardrobe1/pictures/0009/0552/dsc_0949_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SLOUCHY TEES. old navy had a crazy sale on these so i bought one in every color. white pink black blue grey dark grey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;knotted things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to take pictures of what i'm talking about since i can't find any on google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arm charmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been seeing these at work for MONTHS and have been obsessed partly because they are displayed by being knotted. so i IOU'd my mom 15 bucks and bought one. again i'll take a picture. but here's an idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7d4.scene7.com/is/image/BonTon/221300?$large$"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;skinny jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think i was too fat for skinny jeans, and now i love them. let me tell you, you have to find the perfect pair. although the model is anorexic, these are my favorite jeans ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gap.com/Asset_Archive/GPWeb/Assets/Product/673/673959/main/gp673959-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;suspenders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suspenders are hot, and now i have them. notice how the girl looks 100 times better in them. yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jetcomx.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/suspenders.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;asymmetry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had aysmmetrical hair, earrings, i love asymmetry in general, and this summer i loved it even moar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/stylewatch/blog/070604/rihanna_400x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jim morrison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the doors. i know he was a loser, but he was a genius loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.linternaute.com/musique/dossier/biopics-musicaux/photos/jim-morrison-dr.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;borders peach fruitkula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably spent 20 dollars a week on these babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2467/3640579756_1584ae9d09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*orgasms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sex books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:h1mNB6DtL6iEGM:http://ebooks-imgs.connect.com/ebooks/product/400/000/000/000/000/080/230/400000000000000080230_s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Ftv1Sdr6OowC5M:http://guestofaguest.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/mara-altman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:I8VWwGgPUQxNBM:http://www.brickweekly.com/images/uploads/wetlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:TIHx5UQleKeA5M:http://ebooks-imgs.connect.com/product/400/000/000/000/000/035/203/400000000000000035203_s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:frk9XkbqkduV1M:http://www.valentinesgifts.co.uk/shop/images/smut.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cake batter ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT IT. NOW!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/2590061677_30c0756339.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;coin purses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=" http://thelongthread.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/coin-purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/1/optimized/658541_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;wid=327&amp;qlt=90,0&amp;layer=comp&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bicub&amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;fmt=jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love things with clasps. and i love little things, and coin purses are little with clasps. it's the perfect combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least (for now).... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.teslasociety.com/pictures/manhattan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my future. RAWR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-1924870304036466751?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1924870304036466751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-obsessions.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/1924870304036466751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/1924870304036466751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-obsessions.html' title='summer obsessions'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oa-Fpq8GLE0/SNwEcZh8U3I/AAAAAAAACdM/iLoTl566GAQ/s72-c/KAIN-WS7_V1-BIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-7129809688211548472</id><published>2009-08-22T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:07:01.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea so no one reads my blogs and apparently i can't just do it for fun because i like it right? right. because i am a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-7129809688211548472?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7129809688211548472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/08/yea-so-no-one-reads-my-blogs-and.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/7129809688211548472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/7129809688211548472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/08/yea-so-no-one-reads-my-blogs-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-8077872467461043492</id><published>2009-08-18T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:57:54.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so looongg</title><content type='html'>yes yes yes it's almost been a month. and it's not like i DON'T have anything interesting to write about, in fact, i have a lot of things. a lot of uneccessary things to post on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i just want to rave about this website i was introduced to called &lt;a href="http://omegle.com"&gt; Omegle.&lt;/a&gt; Basically, you go on and (in sophie's words) "get hooked up" with random strangers. Technically, you do, and literally, if you're into that sort of thing. I have had so much fun on this website - from serious conversations to silly ones to down right offending ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from THIS, i also discovered &lt;a href="http://tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr.&lt;/a&gt; Apparently all tumblr people go on omegle and swap links and post pretty pictures and quotes and things. i have one =B &gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdoingthisforkicks.tumblr.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, i'm getting sucked into the cyberworld vortex again. help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/ScorpiaS/sig.jpg" align="right"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-8077872467461043492?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8077872467461043492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-looongg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/8077872467461043492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/8077872467461043492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-looongg.html' title='so looongg'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-4113493711177021434</id><published>2009-07-23T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:02:16.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMUS!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>today i had a crazy humus craving. i had flashbacks of my great memories in rochester of eating red bell pepper humus with TLC crackers... and i just had to get some. so i did, along with coconut cream pie and some donuts for vanesa. all in all, it was a beautiful purchase that made me proud i satisfy my urges. well, most of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, if you are not a kate winslet fan and haven't seen all of her movies, i suggest you do so NOW! starting with little children and quills. &lt;br /&gt;unless you're weird about sex - then start with... um... sense and sensibility. you don't see any breasts in that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/ScorpiaS/sig.jpg" align="right"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-4113493711177021434?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4113493711177021434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/humus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/4113493711177021434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/4113493711177021434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/humus.html' title='HUMUS!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-2501846262373537154</id><published>2009-07-21T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:35:35.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>iwillnotspillmygutsonablogiwillnotspillmygutsonablogiwillnotspillmygutsonablog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eleanor knows everything and i feel so bad when i don't say anything or just stare akwardly. it's hard to explain that i have thoughts in my head that are so loud to me, i forget i actually have to speak to share them with people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-2501846262373537154?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2501846262373537154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/2501846262373537154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/2501846262373537154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-7555531902180432101</id><published>2009-07-19T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:09:29.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKE IT WORK</title><content type='html'>so, i watched bruno today. it was definitely not as funny as everyone makes it out to be. i mean, there were a couple of lines that were epic. and also, sacha baran cohen surprsingly makes a very good looking austrian homosexual. i think he should look like that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonded with the siblings yesterday. splurged on ice cream and was forced to drive to stewart park to sit on benches and expose myself to young children unintentionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/ScorpiaS/sibs.jpg" width="270" height="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/ScorpiaS/sig.jpg" align="right"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-7555531902180432101?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7555531902180432101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-it-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/7555531902180432101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/7555531902180432101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-it-work.html' title='MAKE IT WORK'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-7491184295707444095</id><published>2009-07-18T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:12:26.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the briiiiide</title><content type='html'>i SWEAR, everyone is getting married. today and yesterday i had at least twenty people all last-minute shopping for weddings occurring today. &lt;br /&gt;i say, if i ever find myself in a position where multiple friends are getting married the same day, i will find out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what the food will be like&lt;br /&gt;2. the availability of good looking men &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those two will be my determining factors for which wedding to attend. unless it's eleanor's. then it doesn't matter if the only attendees are 90 year old men and the food tastes like bunny snacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought these babies today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images3.lkimg.com/product-images--a1de85799544a38980c8da826709104b68567c80-3f62fd89b51363a6--jpg_sqthumb_med--sunglasses-adi-designs-mens-aviator-sunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least something like them. they make me feel cool, not gonna lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/ScorpiaS/sig.jpg" align="right"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-7491184295707444095?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7491184295707444095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-comes-briiiiide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/7491184295707444095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/7491184295707444095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-comes-briiiiide.html' title='here comes the briiiiide'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-5835507148188459669</id><published>2009-07-15T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:39:41.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you are never bitter, deceptive or petty :-)</title><content type='html'>eating chinese, contemplating why i always stick my nose in other people's business and try to save others from the emotionally inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, deep inside, i must be a nice person because i can genuinely feel so empathetic for people it makes me sad. especially when i suffered through the same thing. i am always trying to fucking help and "save" people. it never works. we can't change anyone. it makes me not believe in therapy, because they say the best kind of therapy is talking to your friends, but if you don't listen to your friends then what is the fucking poiiintttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could lighten this blog up with some inspiring quotes and witty musings instead of rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go pick up some animorphs from the library and watch dr quinn to make myself feel better. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/ScorpiaS/sig.jpg" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i would reword this in the way im thinking it, but i realized that saying what you really feel can result in consequences.  simply put: you don't have to wear makeup and heels when you go to your friends house for two hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-5835507148188459669?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5835507148188459669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-never-bitter-deceptive-or-petty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/5835507148188459669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/5835507148188459669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-never-bitter-deceptive-or-petty.html' title='you are never bitter, deceptive or petty :-)'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-2961349650275519892</id><published>2009-07-12T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:26:53.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winston Churchill</title><content type='html'>is the first thing that popped up when i typed "w" in the title space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i begin baby watching tomorrow. i'm kind of nervous, honestly, but plan to google emergency information. and plus, jackie is going to give me a long ass list on important baby things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cousins are here. they aren't supposed to be, and i have to sleep on the couch tonight to retrieve the baby at 7:20 am. i really hope my family doesn't scare her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midget studio is all set up for the most part. i created a little still potato still life for myself. i'll post pictures of its cuteness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go be polite and say hi and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay my first follower. &lt;br /&gt;e is for eleanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/ScorpiaS/sig.jpg" align="right"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-2961349650275519892?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2961349650275519892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-1194033627289579173</id><published>2009-07-11T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:25:58.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>be your own pet</title><content type='html'>it smells like bunny piss in here.&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole day with E (i don't know if she wants me posting her name so she's E for now) and we rendezvoused, initiated babies, attempted to assemble a drafting table and succeeded in ultimate laziness.&lt;br /&gt;the table was a pain in the ass, but my parents managed to figure it out in the end so now i feel ready to start decorating and feng-shuing my mini studio. there has to be another word for mini. a word that is smaller than mini. i'm going to thesaurus it right now.&lt;br /&gt;babyish&lt;br /&gt;dwar&lt;br /&gt;midget&lt;br /&gt;petite&lt;br /&gt;wee&lt;br /&gt;oh god midget... hahaha i have a midget studio. (no offense actual midgets who preferred to be called little people)&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not too tired i think i'll haul the rest of my 'supplies' down to the room and maybe start blue-puttying the shit out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/ScorpiaS/sig.jpg" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i hate that every time i drive somewhere at night around here, i have to be on deer watch. and in the daytime, amish watch.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaaa. hahahahahahahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.familytravellogue.com/files/2007/07/Buggy%20warning%20sign%20Jamesport%20BfW%20%28Scarborough%20photo%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-1194033627289579173?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1194033627289579173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-your-own-pet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/1194033627289579173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908514878187436586/posts/default/1194033627289579173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-your-own-pet.html' title='be your own pet'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666239380360108829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-4499369044701343356</id><published>2009-07-10T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:26:14.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nomnomnom</title><content type='html'>things that could make today a good day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the washing machine is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;-i spontaneously received a squishy new mattress. i ass-tested it's squishiness and find it satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;- i won lipgloss at work today. random and spearminty.&lt;br /&gt;- i listened to bollywood on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;-i am going to have freshly shaved legs in about 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;- i found out we get a phone update in a month. no more ghetto charging-my-battery-in-my-sister's-phone business.&lt;br /&gt;-i get to eat tiramisu in four hours.&lt;br /&gt;- getting an art desk tomorrow. (YAY MINI STUDIO!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to go pick up mutti now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;au revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/ScorpiaS/sig.jpg" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i hate this new look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7d4.scene7.com/is/image/BonTon/212795?$large$" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s7d4.scene7.com/is/image/BonTon/212768?$large$" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have 494826358 of this style at work. and whoever came up with these hideous slitted designs is severely mentally challenged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-4499369044701343356?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4499369044701343356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/TUYPdrQCOcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H6-_631xE98/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B21.01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-2701270234595241402</id><published>2009-07-10T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:39:16.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>restless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/SlbD6F4UesI/AAAAAAAAADk/nAl5-fSFAjI/s1600-h/monaupside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/SlbD6F4UesI/AAAAAAAAADk/nAl5-fSFAjI/s320/monaupside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356684209582013122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/SlbEByW1HeI/AAAAAAAAADs/R3QgJaFqB_8/s1600-h/monaright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqhPcOd5V_A/SlbEByW1HeI/AAAAAAAAADs/R3QgJaFqB_8/s320/monaright.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356684341780225506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trickkyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-2701270234595241402?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2701270234595241402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthelemonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/restless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908514878187436586.post-9116941140688241933</id><published>2009-07-09T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:26:28.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hello,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love you, won't you tell me your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiration is coming from all directions.&lt;br /&gt;art&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;poetry&lt;br /&gt;blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quote in my about me, although it's someone else's unique quote on their oh-so famous blog, is the perfect description of my being. so i don't feel bad for technically "stealing" it from someone's page. and also, i have read every one of chuck palahniuk's books. i am not cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into the gallery today after work to see the light fantastic exhibit. i never actually get to look at everything because if roger is working he will undoubtedly get up and start talking to me. i'm pretty sure he doesn't remember my name though. we talked about advertising, cliches, goals, crooks and pricing art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it ever seem kind of ridiculous when like a 6 x 6 painting is priced $400? is it just me? i think it is. i'm not supposed to say those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our washing machine needs to be fixed. now. i have a mountain of clothes waiting to be washed behind me. it's sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/ScorpiaS/sig.jpg" align="right"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908514878187436586-9116941140688241933?l=inthelemonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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