<?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-1162131353098019318</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:35:14.290-08:00</updated><category term='Lovely Said with Sarcasm'/><category term='omg'/><category term='bollymabis'/><category term='slothsareawesome'/><category term='Gross'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='thought provoking'/><category term='Awesome'/><category term='men'/><category term='Hilarious'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='DollyMabisRocksMyWorld'/><title type='text'>The Candy Bear only Growls Once</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5846947146812600902</id><published>2012-01-31T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:15:30.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think that last post makes any sense. Can you give me an example please?  Because I feel like you're wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5846947146812600902?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5846947146812600902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5846947146812600902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5846947146812600902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5846947146812600902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-think-that-last-post-makes-any.html' title=''/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-1105707198334517803</id><published>2011-12-18T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:29:14.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually me is a pronoun that must be the object of the verb, and therefore as long as the sentence still makes sense, if we remove the noun, the order in which the noun and pronoun are placed is inconsequential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-1105707198334517803?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/1105707198334517803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=1105707198334517803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1105707198334517803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1105707198334517803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2011/12/actually-me-is-pronoun-that-must-be.html' title=''/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-3627077330390750349</id><published>2010-12-24T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:02:29.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollymabis'/><title type='text'>Paint it Black</title><content type='html'>The name "black project" famously originates from the fact that people involved with the project only wear black. Some believe being involved in the project causes the agents to enjoy the color more, but this is a topic of heavy debate, because some agents initiated into a black project had a already reached the highest level of how much a person can like a particular color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-3627077330390750349?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/3627077330390750349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=3627077330390750349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3627077330390750349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5357251821981678788</id><published>2010-10-19T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:33:45.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last post march 17? wtf mabis. :'( crying for eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5357251821981678788?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5357251821981678788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5357251821981678788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7701011329401610802</id><published>2009-12-16T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:59:23.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf is the point of causing pain if you're just going to try to fix it</title><content type='html'>One of the great mysteries of life: Why the Mozza Burger from A&amp;W is cheaper than a Teen Burger. The Mozza is basically a teen burger PLUS cheese PLUS thousand island dressing. Usually that would constitute a price hike, but not in this case. It's like they are rewarding you for consuming extra calories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7701011329401610802?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7701011329401610802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7701011329401610802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7701011329401610802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7701011329401610802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf-is-point-of-causing-pain-if-youre.html' title='wtf is the point of causing pain if you&apos;re just going to try to fix it'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-3149357326578281792</id><published>2009-12-14T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:32:46.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the sea turtle sprouted sheep feet.</title><content type='html'>Once there was a child who turned into a unicorn every midnight. His name was Simon B. The unicorn would jump in the air, sending sparkles to the earth. One day, Simon did not turn into a unicorn, but into a MULTI-horn, and his powers were magnified by the amount of horns protruding from his skull (7). But no sparkles rained down from the sky. So he said to a star, WHERE ARE THEY, OH LOVING ONE? And Star John answered, Wrong Answer. And Simon the Multi-horn was like, it was a question. And Star John smyted him, and never was there ever asked such a question again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-3149357326578281792?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/3149357326578281792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=3149357326578281792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3149357326578281792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3149357326578281792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-sea-turtle-sprouted-sheep-feet.html' title='and the sea turtle sprouted sheep feet.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-6328959331378755417</id><published>2009-11-15T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:36:58.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miscommunication FTW TBH IMO LIRL</title><content type='html'>Dolly is ballin'. says:&lt;br /&gt; okay i'm going to call you in like 5&lt;br /&gt; when i get all my shit together&lt;br /&gt;Mabis says:&lt;br /&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaII3kUn5ug seriously listen to this&lt;br /&gt; Mabis says:&lt;br /&gt; such a happy song&lt;br /&gt; ok listen to the song while you get it together&lt;br /&gt; this is also the song from Yes Man btw&lt;br /&gt;Dolly is ballin'. says:&lt;br /&gt; i already told you&lt;br /&gt; lirlll&lt;br /&gt;Mabis says:&lt;br /&gt; when the guy is gonna jump off the ledge&lt;br /&gt;Dolly is ballin'. says:&lt;br /&gt; i was singing it on the phone&lt;br /&gt; WTF\ARE YOU SERIOUS&lt;br /&gt; WHAT THE FUCK&lt;br /&gt;Mabis says:&lt;br /&gt; oh i must have blocked that&lt;br /&gt;Dolly is ballin'. says:&lt;br /&gt; \KRIRLRILRIRLRIRL&lt;br /&gt; LRIRLRIRL&lt;br /&gt; I SAID THIS WAS ON YES MAN&lt;br /&gt; AND YOU WERE LIKE WHAT\&lt;br /&gt;Mabis says:&lt;br /&gt; hahah oh really?? HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Dolly is ballin'. says:&lt;br /&gt; I DONT REMEMBER THAT\RIRLRIRLIRL&lt;br /&gt;Mabis says:&lt;br /&gt; ARE YOU SERIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly is ballin'. says:&lt;br /&gt; AHAHAAHA WOWOWOWOWOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt; WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt; WOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;Mabis says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAH WOOOOOOOOW LIRL LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt; TWILIGHT ZONE TBH&lt;br /&gt; LIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;Dolly is ballin'. says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAAHAHA OMG WOWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt; I CANT EVEN BELIEVE THAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-6328959331378755417?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/6328959331378755417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=6328959331378755417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6328959331378755417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6328959331378755417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/11/miscommunication-ftw-tbh-imo-lirl.html' title='miscommunication FTW TBH IMO LIRL'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-4524805669580899606</id><published>2009-10-08T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:55:33.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/Ss6mD-b5WZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s52X9XZdNkw/s1600-h/aamy9829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/Ss6mD-b5WZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s52X9XZdNkw/s400/aamy9829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390428391238883730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-4524805669580899606?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/4524805669580899606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=4524805669580899606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4524805669580899606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4524805669580899606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/Ss6mD-b5WZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s52X9XZdNkw/s72-c/aamy9829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-4091454029061392093</id><published>2009-10-03T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:53:27.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then you have to eat something.</title><content type='html'>I want to know what the instrumental part of the song is called when the sound goes down and becomes dense. Complex. It's dark and beautiful and makes your heart squeeze, and you're trying to get through a suddenly thick bushel of sound when again so suddenly it soars, swells up, up into crystal blue skies with a bird and fluffy cloud, and you realize you've been holding your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know what that segment of the song is called.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-4091454029061392093?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/4091454029061392093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=4091454029061392093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4091454029061392093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4091454029061392093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/10/then-you-have-to-eat-something.html' title='Then you have to eat something.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5475873489747919675</id><published>2009-08-07T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:31:45.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>album sales are driven by ghosts</title><content type='html'>The first law of thermodynamics is that energy can be neither created or destroyed. We are made from energy - in fact, everything is. When our bodies die and return to the earth, they feed the soil and, in turn, the trees and the plants, etc etc. Ashes to ashes, energy to energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time is also an entity of some kind. There is the age old question one person might ask another, in a metaphorical or facetious kind of way: you're sitting on your white-painted wicker furniture on the porch at dusk one summer evening, and you look at the person sitting next to you and realize that the summer is almost over, and you find yourself asking: 'where does the time go?' But when you take a closer look at that question, it isn't just a meaningless question without an answer. Time has to go SOMEWHERE, because it is someTHING. Just as gravity is an invisible force that holds us down on our planet, time is an equally invisible-but-none-the-less real force that continues to push all living things forward, completely unstoppable and uncontrolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does it go? It can't just fall into the abyss because, as we concluded, energy - something everything is made up of - can be neither created or destroyed. So it must, as the Taoists believe, be cyclical, not linear. Therefore, it must recycle itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question becomes not "where does it go?", but 'what does it transform into?' The Mayan calandar stops at 2012, and this can be attributed simply to the fact that the ancient civilization could not be expected to document the future years of all eternity. But maybe they were onto something - maybe that is the end of time's cycle, and it will continue on again fresh and new starting that year. That is not to say there will be an apocolyptic ending, or that we will be able to sense a change. No; if time recycling is true and real, then it would just continue on like any other day, a new beginning but not one that is dramatic or life-changing or even noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There could be other theories or explainations. If energy is neither created nor destroyed, and whatever is within the human body is energy (call it your essence, your soul, your being, your consciousness, whatever), then something has to happen to that soul (being, essence, et all). Perhaps there is a heaven, but that doesn't seem entirely plausible. What could happen is as time recycles, so do souls - into new bodies, new lives, with new purpose and new lives. Or maybe we live the same life over and over and over again without change, just in different dimensions, with start and end dates randomly selected. Or perhaps we live similar lives to the one preceding it, but they are never completely identical, because even in nature, finding something exactly the same as another is not very common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just might be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5475873489747919675?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5475873489747919675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5475873489747919675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5475873489747919675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5475873489747919675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/08/album-sales-are-driven-by-ghosts.html' title='album sales are driven by ghosts'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-8080780960154962209</id><published>2009-07-31T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:38:28.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>Dolly, please remind me that we need to talk about time recycling soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Mabis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-8080780960154962209?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/8080780960154962209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=8080780960154962209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8080780960154962209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8080780960154962209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/07/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-312127636797213062</id><published>2009-07-19T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:35:55.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly people II</title><content type='html'>Spin off from last week's question: is the familiar beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever noticed that the two halves of many couples are NOT created equal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work in a high-end jewellery store, and it came to my attention that, more often than not, a couple that came in to look at engagement rings or wedding bands were not standing at an equal level of attractiveness. We are about to blow your mind, but listen close: In these situations, the man in the relationship was usually markedly more attractive than his female partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this first begs the obvious question -- are men really not as superficial as society would have us believe? Hollywood suggests that man-trolls have the ability to score the supermodels, yet real life scenarios are telling us otherwise. Really good looking men - men who could probably attract any hot (conventionally or otherwise) woman - are ending up with women that range from average to unattractive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be noted that we are not talking "somewhat attractive" or "okay" looking women ... we're talking men who are 7's or 8's or 9's and women who are 2's or 3's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REAL QUESTION here is as follows: are these men attracted to these women because of their personalities and then, because they love them/they are familiar, find them  beautiful? Or do they honestly find these women beautiful from the get-go? Do they ever recognize the disparity, or do their love-goggles keep them clueless? What are the factors that affect how a man views a woman or chooses her as his partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-312127636797213062?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/312127636797213062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=312127636797213062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/312127636797213062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/312127636797213062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugly-people-ii.html' title='Ugly people II'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-8989550737885906414</id><published>2009-07-11T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:53:01.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Is the familiar beautiful?</title><content type='html'>Do ugly people know they're ugly? When an uggo looks in the mirror everyday, do they realize they are ugly? Or does their reflection look "normal" ... or, indeed, even beautiful ... because it is what they are used to seeing? Is it because their parents are telling them they are beautiful and, thus, are conditioned from a young age to believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely ugly people must think they are beautiful or they wouldn't walk around outside. Imagine being an ugly person you know (but don't imagine too hard/long, or you might get trapped) -- do you know you're ugly? How are you okay with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do ugly people know they are ugly the way beautiful people know they are beautiful? This opens up another can of worms, because there are beautiful people with low self esteem and they do not believe they are good looking. This begs the question: are there ugly people who possess overly high (and unwarrented) self esteem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really wanna know the answer. Enlighten us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT 24 HOURS LATER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people had to say when we posted this question on the dating section on Kijiji:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Response 1:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like your interest in the ugly side of things. I'm a big man and I feel like I have parts of me that can come off as ugly. My self esteem kind of comes to me from that dichotomy. I don't know how unwaranted it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I would sure like to here from a girl who gets a brighter perspective on that kind of thing mail me back. Its *** at ***-****. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Response 2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. Confidence is key. It adds more attraction. Too much, however, is ugly. I know a guy who is like 320 lbs, pure fat. But he has these unreal standards, like he only likes really skinny model type women, hence why I am pretty sure he is a virgin still. But, at least he has the confidence, but how does a guy that size call a girl "too fat" when she is persay 170 LBS. That is hilarious. Women are also hilarious. I think people hide behind their screen and over rate themselves. When a girl says she is average weight, she is most likely fat, if she says she has a few xtra lbs, she's a TANKER. ANywhoo, my 2 cents &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Response 3:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty starts on the inside dont you think? If someone is happy with themself, regardless of how they look physically, generally they tend to be attractive, especially women to men. Men are looking for a combo of good looks and a good persoanlity, but women can easily settle with a guy that fills them up on the inside alone. I would say sure there are physicaly ugly people who have a high self esteem, maybe even truer confidence then the most beautiful people around. A lot of people i'm srue gain "happiness" through being a good looking person, a sense of confidence really. But true everlasting confidence comes from deep withn and is unaffected by our physical aspects. Proves why in my search for woman I find that fat girls are about the most real out there and are actually interesting. Sexy girls are usually running off their appearance, not always but usually. Its society really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the post. I enjoy this stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Response 4:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ia m ***** 25 m saskatoon so what do u like to do for fun and are u single and looking for abf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT 48 HOURS LATER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, our favourite response - so biting and venomously awesome:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your verbage is quite thought provoking. However, the answer to your questions isn't that elusive. Just write down what you're thinking when YOU look in the mirror. That should be enough enlightenment to tickle your fancy for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-8989550737885906414?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/8989550737885906414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=8989550737885906414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8989550737885906414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8989550737885906414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-familiar-beautiful.html' title='Is the familiar beautiful?'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5397759339378515441</id><published>2009-07-02T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:02:47.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1482Hr1ALXo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1482Hr1ALXo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5397759339378515441?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5397759339378515441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5397759339378515441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5397759339378515441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5397759339378515441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-1986975273992343708</id><published>2009-07-02T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:00:16.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Or rapies.</title><content type='html'>Watching "Babe: Pig in the City." Shit just got real. The mafia speaking dog has got to be the best movie character of all time (after the 4 boys from The Hangover).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Phil, leave a message. Actually, you know what, don't text me. It's gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello… how ’bout that ride in? I guess thats why they call it Sin City ha. ha. You guys might not know this but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by one. So there… there was two of us in the wolf pack. I was alone first in the pack and Doug joined in later. And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys I thought “wait a second, could it be?” And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Four of us wolves, running around the desert together in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware the bad cat bearing a grudge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-1986975273992343708?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/1986975273992343708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=1986975273992343708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1986975273992343708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1986975273992343708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/07/or-rapies.html' title='Or rapies.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7879078987877923253</id><published>2009-06-30T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:01:27.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for being gay.</title><content type='html'>I don't know.  My nails look awesome.  Don't be a douchenizzle.  Here is something you need to take to Ontario with you: "______ knows what's up."  Shit just got real.  When they're old and wandering, I wonder what they'll look back and think about.  Talk about the fire ban and how angry it makes you.  Pink sky at night, hookers' delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7879078987877923253?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7879078987877923253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7879078987877923253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7879078987877923253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7879078987877923253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-for-being-gay.html' title='Sorry for being gay.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-1996364512081000565</id><published>2009-04-28T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:40:33.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can, be my, be my, my private dancer girl..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/Sfe9hug1sJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/56iAXjvU5sc/s1600-h/meet058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/Sfe9hug1sJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/56iAXjvU5sc/s400/meet058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937071135371410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Danny Fernandes, no one wants to be your private dancer.&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, look at the picture.  Your music attracts creepy white chimos that wear gangsta clothing.  I guess you attract your own kind.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, you're a gay fish.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-1996364512081000565?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/1996364512081000565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=1996364512081000565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1996364512081000565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1996364512081000565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-can-be-my-be-my-my-private-dancer.html' title='You can, be my, be my, my private dancer girl..'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/Sfe9hug1sJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/56iAXjvU5sc/s72-c/meet058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5553889558170001699</id><published>2009-04-17T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:31:51.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do.</title><content type='html'>WAH WAH WAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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says:&lt;br /&gt;two exams tmr&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;some ppl have 3 tmr&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;i got that 3rd one on fri&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;that is sooo dumb, yo&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;its called lab finals&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;whoa S&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;let's not take our anger out on me&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaahah&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;yikes&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A HO&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA so will be happy to know I reponded with "weak sauce"&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;THIS REQUIRES CAPS&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA YES!&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH YESSSS&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahahha&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;THATS AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah!!! I'm glad you appreciate that&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;GREAT SAUCE IF YOU WILL&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;man you just need to keep the caps on always&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;KAY&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;awesome&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;i had shitty pasta sauce today&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;tried to spice it up with chilli flakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THAT WAS HER RESPONSE TO WEAK SAUCE&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;I am laughing so hard right now&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAAHAHAHAHA WHAAA&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT IN ITSELF IS WEAK SAUCE&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;THROW SOME KANYE AT HER&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM NUCLEAR ENERGY&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;haha ok&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;ahah ok i did&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;let's see what she says&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU JUST SAY I AM NUCLEAR ENERGY?&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AND THATS IT?&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;i had shitty pasta sauce today&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;tried to spice it up with chilli flakes&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;used too many&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;made it too spicy&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;so i added ketchup lol&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;and drank more iced tea&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha omg you are hilarious&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;that is disgusting&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;and btw, "weak sauce" is the new "lame." Make sure you circulate that around New York.&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;no, the ketchup was a huge improvement&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM NUCLEAR ENERGY&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;that damn 'natural' sauce was the shittiest sauce ever. no flavour&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;*****?&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DONT GET IT, THEN SCREW YOU&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;EXACTLY&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE NOT WORTHY&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;BOW IN THE PRESENCE OF GREATNESS&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;OHHH MAN&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;you are weak sauce&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;BOW IN THE PRESENCE OF GREATNESS&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;S says:&lt;br /&gt;i will. i got my reflection in the window&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;weak sauce.&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;SUPER WEAK SAUCE&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS LAMEEEE&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;LAME SAUCE&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;LAME WEAK SAUCE IF YOU WILL&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I DEFINITELY WILL&lt;br /&gt;great weekend says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-1705064353442093458?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/1705064353442093458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=1705064353442093458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1705064353442093458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1705064353442093458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to-poke-her-face.html' title='I don&apos;t want to Poke Her Face'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7209602537351615819</id><published>2009-03-31T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:12:29.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weak</title><content type='html'>SAUCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7209602537351615819?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7209602537351615819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7209602537351615819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7209602537351615819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7209602537351615819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/03/weak.html' title='weak'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-281811315679021841</id><published>2009-03-23T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:48:43.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conspiracy Is, Math Will Get You Nowhere</title><content type='html'>J says:&lt;br /&gt;so take any pics lately, pHOtog?&lt;br /&gt;J says:&lt;br /&gt;COME on&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;aHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to disappoint&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;you but no.&lt;br /&gt;J says:&lt;br /&gt;you suck at this blogging thing&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAH&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;aww&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;im sorry&lt;br /&gt;J says:&lt;br /&gt;first you all but ditch our beloved dolly&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;i HAVE NOT DITCHED&lt;br /&gt;J says:&lt;br /&gt;and now you've given up on your 5000$ camera&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;ive been doing math&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-281811315679021841?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/281811315679021841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=281811315679021841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/281811315679021841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/281811315679021841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/03/conspiracy-is-math-will-get-you-nowhere.html' title='The Conspiracy Is, Math Will Get You Nowhere'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-6050134923121394086</id><published>2009-03-22T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:46:43.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//no no i can't stop//</title><content type='html'>I forgot le password.  I was freaking out.  That's how long it has been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-6050134923121394086?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/6050134923121394086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=6050134923121394086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6050134923121394086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6050134923121394086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-no-i-cant-stop.html' title='//no no i can&apos;t stop//'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-6941139872564439322</id><published>2009-03-16T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:28:37.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Turn Basic into Gourmet on a Student Budget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/Sb7EPz4Fb9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/22nfj3G8FJc/s1600-h/pret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/Sb7EPz4Fb9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/22nfj3G8FJc/s400/pret.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313900386246291410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a can of tomato soup.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare with milk.&lt;br /&gt;Heat.&lt;br /&gt;Add a generous sprinkle or 8 or dried basil.&lt;br /&gt;Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, the blindness makes me mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a never-nude on our hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-6941139872564439322?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/6941139872564439322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=6941139872564439322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6941139872564439322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6941139872564439322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-turn-basic-into-gourmet-on.html' title='How to Turn Basic into Gourmet on a Student Budget'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/Sb7EPz4Fb9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/22nfj3G8FJc/s72-c/pret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7859151866929306147</id><published>2009-03-16T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:18:03.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cows Come from California</title><content type='html'>They eat chocolate covered pretzels sprinkled in their grain feed. Anyone want some manure in a red gingham bow-tied mason jar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7859151866929306147?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7859151866929306147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7859151866929306147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7859151866929306147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7859151866929306147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-cows-come-from-california.html' title='Happy Cows Come from California'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7035233803147527289</id><published>2009-02-26T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:52:40.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you look so good in your seven jeans, i try to be faithful but i can't keep my hands out the cookies jar my hands, my hands, my-my-my hands</title><content type='html'>Yoodles says:&lt;br /&gt;so why the new msn?&lt;br /&gt;Yoodles says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Huggalies is ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;overloaded with porn on the other one&lt;br /&gt;Yoodles says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yoodles says:&lt;br /&gt;well, you ARE a porno freak&lt;br /&gt;Yoodles says:&lt;br /&gt;don't lie&lt;br /&gt;Huggalies is ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah me likey : ~*~*~*~*~ASIAN GURLZ~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7035233803147527289?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7035233803147527289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7035233803147527289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7035233803147527289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7035233803147527289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-look-so-good-in-your-seven-jeans-i.html' title='you look so good in your seven jeans, i try to be faithful but i can&apos;t keep my hands out the cookies jar my hands, my hands, my-my-my hands'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-1765757835920812359</id><published>2009-02-23T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:09:36.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "M" keeps sticking</title><content type='html'>I miss you already! Just about 60-some more sleeps until we meet again though. Not long at all. I typed in dollyabis by accident and it told me there was no such blog....eep! That was a bad feeling for about a nano-second until I discovered my mistake. How was the long drive home? Be descriptive. Let's live on plain yogurt and granola and frolic through long dappled grass till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-1765757835920812359?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/1765757835920812359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=1765757835920812359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1765757835920812359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1765757835920812359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-m-keeps-sticking.html' title='My &quot;M&quot; keeps sticking'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5582523685995400749</id><published>2009-02-06T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:24:27.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poop...</title><content type='html'>ON A STICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5582523685995400749?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5582523685995400749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5582523685995400749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5582523685995400749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5582523685995400749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/02/poop.html' title='poop...'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-2348600142795191778</id><published>2009-02-06T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:20:17.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.fiction.</title><content type='html'>I hurried up the steps and turned the brass knob.  The smell hit me immediately.  The beautiful smell of my aunt's baking.  I could feel my mouth start to water.  I closed the door behind me and pulled my raspberry wool coat off.  I didn't care if it touched the floor or Sparky sniffed or licked it.  I just needed to get into the kitchen.  Into the warm, flour covered arms of my Aunt Lina.  She was the one person who made me feel grown up, even when I wasn't.  She turned away from the sink as soon as I pushed the door open.  Today, Aunt Lina was making my - our - favourite cookies, double chocolate peanut butter.  Every Friday, instead of walking home, I walked to Aunt Lina's house from school.  I'd sit at the old oak table and watch her bake.  My hands would trace the lines of the beautiful table while I listened to Aunt Lina's mesmerizing voice tell stories of her childhood.  As I grew up, I didn't have to go to Aunt Lina's every Friday but I did.  I wasn't willing to give that time up.  Eventually I moved away to college.  And while I was there, Aunt Lina died. My mom told me she had been sick and was in a better place now.  I didn't come home for her service.  I couldn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that last delicious bite of cookie I had my last time with Aunt Lina.  It was chocolate almond.  Aunt Lina had been craving nuts that day.  I haven't been back to Aunt Lina's house since that day.  I pass her house every time I go home.  About once a month or so.  I think about stopping.  About visiting Uncle Ed.  But I don't.  I never feel like its the right time.  Are you ever scared that something so dear and close to your heart, something so completely and utterly special, might have changed while you weren't looking?  I want to remember the feeling of Aunt Lina's arms, the smell of her baking.  I want to remember the kitchen, &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-2348600142795191778?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/2348600142795191778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=2348600142795191778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2348600142795191778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2348600142795191778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/02/fiction.html' title='.fiction.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-1301155439045917605</id><published>2009-02-01T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:01:17.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceiling</title><content type='html'>Every day, I fall asleep and wake up to a sound that is a cross between the thumping communication from the movie Contact and the sound of a bell. Dzin. Dzin. Dzin. Methodical, always with the same distance of silence between each dzin. But the clincher is, &lt;em&gt;I can only hear it in my right ear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-1301155439045917605?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/1301155439045917605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=1301155439045917605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1301155439045917605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1301155439045917605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/02/ceiling.html' title='Ceiling'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7862281885692907328</id><published>2009-02-01T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:09:08.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH, Xena? W.T.H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SYZHjBxUpgI/AAAAAAAAADs/NnOQTxNbSBk/s1600-h/lucy_lawless1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SYZHjBxUpgI/AAAAAAAAADs/NnOQTxNbSBk/s320/lucy_lawless1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298000678744270338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. No no no. No no no no no no no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7862281885692907328?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7862281885692907328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7862281885692907328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7862281885692907328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7862281885692907328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/02/wth-xena-wth.html' title='WTH, Xena? W.T.H.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SYZHjBxUpgI/AAAAAAAAADs/NnOQTxNbSBk/s72-c/lucy_lawless1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-3525948573860761123</id><published>2009-01-30T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:04:15.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bessie's Udder is Full</title><content type='html'>Dear sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since we have spoken, I fear greatly that something has hindered you from responding. Please send a letter by pony express upon receiving this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things here are well, the harvest is approaching, and the extra help has been hired ... we will require all the hands possible for the plowing and scything. I'm afraid the corn died early, either by locust or god's will, but we shall have a good crop of barley and conola to dry in the cellar and sell come spring, and our bellies will be full this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you well, I must go milk the cows and churn the butter for our supper biscuits. Darling sister, I am, forever yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-3525948573860761123?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/3525948573860761123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=3525948573860761123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3525948573860761123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3525948573860761123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/01/bessies-udder-is-full.html' title='Bessie&apos;s Udder is Full'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5594129423274680570</id><published>2009-01-20T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:02:25.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUEST POST BY BOLLY MABIS</title><content type='html'>Dolly is ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;Bolly do you want to write on dolly?&lt;br /&gt;Bolly says:&lt;br /&gt;no thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5594129423274680570?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-3903530461787369270</id><published>2009-01-16T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:04:56.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.smack that.</title><content type='html'>Oh little candy bear&lt;br /&gt;It hath been too long&lt;br /&gt;I look to the sky for answers &lt;br /&gt;And yet you give me none  &lt;br /&gt;Please answer my calls little one &lt;br /&gt;The portal is calling my name  &lt;br /&gt;And when I respond, there is nothing  &lt;br /&gt;Just clouds and a little rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little candy bear  &lt;br /&gt;This week has been long and tough&lt;br /&gt;I had to do six things&lt;br /&gt;And yet you say that is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Oh little one, oh little one&lt;br /&gt;Why do you neglect me so?&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it if I'm busy&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-3903530461787369270?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/3903530461787369270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=3903530461787369270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3903530461787369270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3903530461787369270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/01/smack-that.html' title='.smack that.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5807494745818389721</id><published>2009-01-08T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:24:49.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is on par with the line of vision thing</title><content type='html'>A commercial that really and truly bothers me is the Chevy commercial where it starts raining shoes, and the woman gets out of her car and starts transporting armfuls of the shoes into her trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say it really did start raining shoes. If it did, the parameters would probably stretch at least a couple of miles, and even a few city blocks is far. Therefore, it's realistic to think that the probability of actually being able to locate a PAIR of shoes, especially when your strategy is not to carefully look but to merely grab random shoes, is relatively low. This really upset me, because if it's going to be raining pretty shoes and you're going to willy nilly grab some at random, what is the point? Why have only half of a pair of 60-80 shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking - maybe she wouldn't have time to search out the other half to a pair. It would be illogical, because who knows how far away the other shoe is, and the probability of someone else employing your strategy and grabbing it at random is high. But c'mon guys: it's raining shoes. It's not like there is going to be a traffic jam if you leave your chevy in the middle of the road for a while, and maybe you could enlist a stranger to buddy up with you and help both of your odds of finding two matching shoes and, thus, a wearable pair each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to sleep on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5807494745818389721?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5807494745818389721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5807494745818389721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5807494745818389721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5807494745818389721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-on-par-with-line-of-vision.html' title='This is on par with the line of vision thing'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-4693715711583437206</id><published>2009-01-07T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:33:04.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COME ON, GUYS!</title><content type='html'>Bloop Bloop Bloop to you, Yeezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me?????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-4693715711583437206?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/4693715711583437206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=4693715711583437206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4693715711583437206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4693715711583437206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-on-guys.html' title='COME ON, GUYS!'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-3961741850912149279</id><published>2009-01-05T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:32:32.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where you at, girl???</title><content type='html'>Pressing down, cruching through the treads with ear-splitting magnifying glasses with the smell of cookie cooky candles and randall running through the snow on his way to you....searching like Waldo on the plains of a small sun dog when the flowers jumped and wrapped their stems around the coffee mug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive harder faster stronger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-3961741850912149279?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7598257549900310511</id><published>2009-01-04T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:57:00.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you randall??</title><content type='html'>And just like &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; it was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7598257549900310511?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7598257549900310511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7598257549900310511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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What does it do? I can't tell you, it's a secret. But it brings candy to all the children of the world, and pretzels are cuisine! I would say, hello my love birds. The colourful birds fly across in technicolour rainbows! Just like Scarlette O'Hara and Beaver, Utah! Santa invented the little black dot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-2743883676241715645?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/2743883676241715645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=2743883676241715645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2743883676241715645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2743883676241715645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/12/dust-on-windsill.html' title='Dust on the windsill!'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-6885875078937831824</id><published>2008-12-18T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:48:32.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink and You'll Miss It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUp-qA3APyI/AAAAAAAAADc/xYOGedKspNY/s1600-h/kko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUp-qA3APyI/AAAAAAAAADc/xYOGedKspNY/s320/kko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281172773295636258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;htaw od uyo eman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-6885875078937831824?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/6885875078937831824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=6885875078937831824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6885875078937831824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6885875078937831824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/12/blink-and-youll-miss-it.html' title='Blink and You&apos;ll Miss It'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUp-qA3APyI/AAAAAAAAADc/xYOGedKspNY/s72-c/kko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-2141871200407078033</id><published>2008-12-14T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:35:59.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.my jacket kinda fresh now.</title><content type='html'>It seems like everyone is just looking for direction.  Something to do.  Somewhere to go.  Something to buy.  Something to want.  Why?  Is your new Chanel bag going to change your life?  Are your nikes going to help you fulfill your calling?  Is any one thing going to make you content?  No.  Not at all.  These things serve a purpose, nothing more.  And then they're done.  There is nothing wrong with enjoying them.  But just remember they're not you.  They can't change who you are.  Those new jeans may seem like the ish, and maybe they are, but they can't do more than what they're meant for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-2141871200407078033?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/2141871200407078033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=2141871200407078033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2141871200407078033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2141871200407078033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-jacket-kinda-fresh-now.html' title='.my jacket kinda fresh now.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-323399441861192712</id><published>2008-12-13T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:34:13.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her mama is right, you know.</title><content type='html'>You really aren't good enough for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-323399441861192712?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/323399441861192712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=323399441861192712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/323399441861192712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/323399441861192712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/12/her-mama-is-right-you-know.html' title='Her mama is right, you know.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-2010586881493533970</id><published>2008-12-12T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:47:52.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~~~~~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUKjvcZiF5I/AAAAAAAAADU/NLuKOZy6HlY/s1600-h/PU_BettiePage_29333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUKjvcZiF5I/AAAAAAAAADU/NLuKOZy6HlY/s320/PU_BettiePage_29333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278961748704106386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-2010586881493533970?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/2010586881493533970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=2010586881493533970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2010586881493533970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2010586881493533970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='~~~~~~~~~~~~'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUKjvcZiF5I/AAAAAAAAADU/NLuKOZy6HlY/s72-c/PU_BettiePage_29333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-1548572429570056535</id><published>2008-12-12T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:41.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACTUALLY, THE HOTTEST GIRL IN HIGH SCHOOL DID NOT KISS YOU IN THOSE JEANS, BECAUSE YOU ARE A SCRUFFY RUFFIAN.</title><content type='html'>Also, if my kid came up and kissed my brand new white jeans and got chocolate all over, I would not smile. I would be mad. When you wash jeans, they shrink a little. If you JUST fit into them, would you want to wash them right away? Nope. As they say in Arrested Development, Children Should Be Neither Seen Nor Heard. Aww, Buster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes when I wake up in the morning, movement flits across my peripheral vision - of course, when I look, whatever was moving is gone. Low blood pressure from just waking up, or gremlins a la 1980-something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Compliments Bran Flakes with Raisins have so many raisins. Looking at the picture on the box, I can't help but wonder if that is actually milk in the bowl. It's probably glue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel heavy metal&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pins and I'm needles&lt;br /&gt;Well I lie and I'm easy&lt;br /&gt;All of the time but Im never sure when I need you&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea those were the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot about Franz Ferdinand, totally. Does anyone else think that guy from MTV Canada is a major douchebag? I can't remember his name. Not Dan Levy. The one all the girls think is hot ... Darren Jones, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-1548572429570056535?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/1548572429570056535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=1548572429570056535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1548572429570056535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1548572429570056535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/12/actually-hottest-girl-in-high-school.html' title='ACTUALLY, THE HOTTEST GIRL IN HIGH SCHOOL DID NOT KISS YOU IN THOSE JEANS, BECAUSE YOU ARE A SCRUFFY RUFFIAN.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-8035621711999040499</id><published>2008-12-10T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:11:21.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Sky at Night version 2.0</title><content type='html'>When the four candlesighs sped under the ocean's current, they didn't know that the rain that fell like a mist-like veil over the entire land melded to the sea, giving birth to new waves and new spray, mixing with sea foam and long dead merpeople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They snuffed out, then drifted into the mist and up up up into the clouds, where the humidity and pressure pushed them down down down into the lush emereld green patch of moss in Ireland, so damp that when they stepped down onto it, the water pushed through their toes like a sponge, sucking back down into the earth when their little feet stepped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teeny white flowers that sprinkled the dew smiled up at them with trusting, bright faces, and they were careful not to squish their innocence as they waited, hopeful for a day when they could reach towards the sunshine and stretch in the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candlesighs (or candlesnuffs, as it were now) slinked around the craggy volcanic rock that bit into the side of the land, and the fish in the pond way down below were just flashes of silver in twilight. The sky was made of amethyst and smokey quartz, giving way to Pink Sky at Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candlesnuffs sighed with pleasure and watched the sun set, then rise, as a kelpie skimmed the ocean from which they had just come, and a selkie rested in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, here, that there are no unicorns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-8035621711999040499?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/8035621711999040499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=8035621711999040499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DollyMabisRocksMyWorld'/><title type='text'>Part 2: Men who are hot but, intellectually and if you have eyes, you know shouldn't be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUC-OJXYaeI/AAAAAAAAADM/K3WdnD29Ag0/s1600-h/lil-wayne-lollipop-music-video-what-do-you-think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUC-OJXYaeI/AAAAAAAAADM/K3WdnD29Ag0/s320/lil-wayne-lollipop-music-video-what-do-you-think.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278427913519655394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUC-Nz4hc_I/AAAAAAAAADE/n1K8NVvAVU4/s1600-h/house22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUC-Nz4hc_I/AAAAAAAAADE/n1K8NVvAVU4/s320/house22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278427907753079794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUC-N_c3kYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f7PL-iHVtII/s1600-h/house.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUC-N_c3kYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f7PL-iHVtII/s320/house.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278427910858314114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Weezy deserved a second nomination)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-6707040796854380562?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/6707040796854380562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=6707040796854380562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6707040796854380562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6707040796854380562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-2-men-who-are-hot-but.html' title='Part 2: Men who are hot but, intellectually and if you have eyes, you know shouldn&apos;t be'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SUC-OJXYaeI/AAAAAAAAADM/K3WdnD29Ag0/s72-c/lil-wayne-lollipop-music-video-what-do-you-think.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-1831424030101232864</id><published>2008-12-02T15:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:26:49.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.doghouse.</title><content type='html'>http://bewareofthedoghouse.com/video.aspx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-1831424030101232864?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/1831424030101232864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=1831424030101232864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1831424030101232864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1831424030101232864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/12/doghouse.html' title='.doghouse.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7814855832808824690</id><published>2008-12-01T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:53:31.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.violins.</title><content type='html'>WHAT'S ON THE NEWS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7814855832808824690?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7814855832808824690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7814855832808824690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7814855832808824690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7814855832808824690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/12/violins.html' title='.violins.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7669839449218145628</id><published>2008-12-01T21:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:52:27.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.and act like i already knew.</title><content type='html'>My question is, who cares?  Aren't there more important things happening in the world right now?  Happening &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?  Will it even affect us?  I ask and nobody answers.  A shrug is the best answer.  And by best I mean only.  Are we going to go hungry?  No.  Are we going to lose our homes?  No.  Are you going to lose eachother?  No.  So, there might be some new rules.  A new "sherriff" in town, if you will?  But who cares?  Our quality of life isn't going to be changed, if that's what you're worried about.  Not dramatically anyway.  And so what if it is?  This place could use a little humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS THAT INTERVIEW WAS AWESOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7669839449218145628?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7669839449218145628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7669839449218145628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7669839449218145628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7669839449218145628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-act-like-i-already-knew.html' title='.and act like i already knew.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5227479294311580418</id><published>2008-12-01T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:47:52.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU SPOILED LITTLE LA GIRL&lt;br /&gt;OH YOU'RE KIDDING ME&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST BE JOKING&lt;br /&gt;OR YOU ARE SMOKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obsolete : bargain&lt;br /&gt;— on the cheap : at minimum expense : cheaply &lt;did the job on the cheap&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's you. One hundred percent. How is that even possible? You mooch, and mooch, and mooch, and mooch.  You're like a leech, sucking the life out of the people around you.  wth is a "big shop?"  And why won't you be needing ________ this year?  Oh, 'cause you're mooching.  I'm sorry, how could I forget?  You greedy, ungrateful pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S JUST NOT FAIR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5227479294311580418?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5227479294311580418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5227479294311580418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5227479294311580418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5227479294311580418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-spoiled-little-la-girl-oh-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-8374591613591250773</id><published>2008-11-30T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:05:01.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love!</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziWoyLpXQyc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhcAHGU_ti8&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-8374591613591250773?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/8374591613591250773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=8374591613591250773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8374591613591250773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8374591613591250773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love!'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-3175211532620971283</id><published>2008-11-28T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:21:52.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dorky Child on the Rice Crispies Commercial</title><content type='html'>Perhaps you have seen the new Christmas ad for the red and green Rice Cripsies. Apparently, the boxes come with molds for people to shape their rice cripsies treats into holiday-themed creations. The little girl in the ad ends up haphazardly making these treats and giving them to strangers around town. This is an Open Letter to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dork: So you think you're cute, with your coke-bottle glasses and pigtails, running around the city giving randoms your rice cripsies creations. Sure, your mother and grandmother probably think you're cute, and they might appreciate a rice crispies treat in the shape of a stocking or a Christmas bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me assure you that the lady behind the counter at the corner store does not think you are cute, nor does she want a poorly put together piece of food art made by a five year old who probably eats her boogers and doesn't wash her hands after pooping. I saw Corner Store Lady hesitate before accepting the treat you unceremoniously shoved across the counter - she's thinking, do I break her little heart? Or do I smile and pretend I'm not worried this cookie-that-is-supposed-to-look-like-a-star-but-actually-looks-like-a-malevolent-wart doesn't carry SARS or the Avian Flu? You know she put on a pair of HAZMAT gloves and burned the thing after you and your incredibly weird mother skipped away into the night, only to go home and shape another Frankenstein-esque creation and inflict more pain on the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dorky Little Girl in the Rice Cripsies Commercial, feel free to save your cold-sore soaked creations for your mother and grandmother, who have no choice but to love you. Happy Holidays! Love, Dolly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-3175211532620971283?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/3175211532620971283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=3175211532620971283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3175211532620971283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3175211532620971283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-dorky-child-on-rice-crispies.html' title='Dear Dorky Child on the Rice Crispies Commercial'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5173095152419324717</id><published>2008-11-26T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:06:52.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.oh look at all the lonely people.</title><content type='html'>Its amazing how quickly things are over.  How quickly they disappear.  First hand accounts are limited.  Once someone is gone, the name goes too.  Stories can only last for so long.  Once everyone stops caring...then what?  I guess nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5173095152419324717?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5173095152419324717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5173095152419324717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5173095152419324717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5173095152419324717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-look-at-all-lonely-people.html' title='.oh look at all the lonely people.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-9112021637022504225</id><published>2008-11-21T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:14:27.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.mr. lonely.</title><content type='html'>You know what sucks?  The past 2 or 3 days, no one has come on msn when I've been on.  Its been sad.  I just wait and wait for something to happen and nothing :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so today I saw Twilight.  I LOVED it.  Thankfully, they kicked ass in adapting it.  My heart swelled after it was over and I really want to see it again.  Robert Pattinson was super hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much its snowed in ON!  There are some pictures on the news and I wish it was like that here.  Hey!  Did you guys hear about that huge meteor?  It lit up the sky.  It looked like daylight.  Insane in the membrane.  One guy said and I quote, "It came down from the sky..."  Wow.  That's profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.  I have a french project to do this weekend so I'll be working on that this weekend as well as some cards for the hair salon place.  Right now in English, we are reading "A Streetcar Named Desire."  Its weird.  I finished it yesterday and its very strange.  "STELLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please come on msn this weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-9112021637022504225?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/9112021637022504225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=9112021637022504225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/9112021637022504225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/9112021637022504225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-lonely.html' title='.mr. lonely.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-3308643641274136898</id><published>2008-11-19T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:14.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.post #101.</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry she said that.  I defended you but it was too late.  Too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone the other day saying that in their relationship they always fight, take what has been said back, and make up.  But that's not possible.  You can't take back what has been done.  What has been said.  What has happened.  Ish will never be the same.  Again.  No matter how sorry you are.  No matter what you try to do to remedy the situation.  You can't.  And that sucks.  But atleast you learn something out of it:  that the other person is a _____.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-3308643641274136898?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/3308643641274136898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=3308643641274136898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3308643641274136898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3308643641274136898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-101.html' title='.post #101.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-3117580146453460500</id><published>2008-11-19T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:25:00.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.but i couldn't hear them all the way in first class.</title><content type='html'>TWO DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there was such a thing as yestertomorrow?  Would that simply mean today?  What really is time?  Why do people feel the need to plan every detail out?  Time can be good.  Or bad.  Looking back, there are times that I wish never happened and times that I wish I could relive.  Time is so strange.  If nobody had invented time, then what?  Would we grow?  Expand?  Progress?  Digress?  Will we ever know?  And what's the point of questions that can't be answered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HEAD KEEPS SPINNING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-3117580146453460500?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/3117580146453460500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=3117580146453460500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3117580146453460500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3117580146453460500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/but-i-couldnt-hear-them-all-way-in.html' title='.but i couldn&apos;t hear them all the way in first class.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-1225791202779988671</id><published>2008-11-17T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:07:56.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTLA Channel 5 The CW, Where Los Angeles Lives</title><content type='html'>The Little Frog Man dipped down into the crevice of a wrinkly bosom and fell asleep. He was like Rip Van Wrinkle, except he did not sleep for a hundred years, his sleep being cut short after a mere 4 minutes by a fairy who plucked him from the old woman's chest and dropped him into a pond that was fed by a river. He sank like a feather, flutter here, flutter there. The Little Boktavian Dulaleecha saw him, and twirled down in a circular motion into the depths of the white rushing current, until they were sitting at peace at the blue, blue bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Screamed the Little Frog Man, his cries piercing the water and shimmering the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How Now, Brown Cow?" The Little Boktavian Dulaleecha Cankerously Bellowed, and the Little Frog Man shivered with fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He told me the way," he meowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, and that is how you make gorgonzola cheese," the Little Boktavian Dulaleecha chuckled before struggling through the deep waters and catching a current on the West Side to Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Frog Man laughed tears of joy and snow and swiftly melting autumn, the salty droplets accounting for a flood that spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-1225791202779988671?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/1225791202779988671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=1225791202779988671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1225791202779988671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1225791202779988671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/ktla-channel-5-cw-where-los-angeles.html' title='KTLA Channel 5 The CW, Where Los Angeles Lives'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-949737689884625538</id><published>2008-11-16T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:34:38.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.can't stop having these visions.</title><content type='html'>http://www.e-mancipate.net/index.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-949737689884625538?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/949737689884625538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=949737689884625538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/949737689884625538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/949737689884625538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-stop-having-these-visions.html' title='.can&apos;t stop having these visions.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-4230527253472189925</id><published>2008-11-15T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:00:19.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is incredible.  And heartbreaking.  http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/#/0&lt;br /&gt;In order to see everything just click towards the bottom of each picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-4230527253472189925?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/4230527253472189925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=4230527253472189925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4230527253472189925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4230527253472189925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-incredible.html' title=''/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-6405329512859636909</id><published>2008-11-15T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:59:15.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.poisoning your fantasy.</title><content type='html'>Wow so is everybody ready for the best week of our lives?  Only 6 days until Twilight and only 9 until 808s &amp; Heartbreak :D:D:D:D! YAY!  And then mabis can come back and then soon it will be Christmas!!!!!  The decorations look lovely if I do say so myself.  And I do, he said to his groom.  dun dun dun.  Wedding bells or the jaws music?  Did you know a stirge is a mosquito-like magical beast and a classic in the game Dungeons and Dragons?  HAHAHHA of course you already knew that mabis or you better or your Christmas present won't make much sense.  Got your zac efron poster all ready too.  A DROP IN THE WATER/ A LOOK IN THE EYE.  Oh James Bond I can't wait to see you.  Critics are calling you the best Bond movie EVER!  :O. Thats insane in the membrane yay!  peace. haha yes yes i did just say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-6405329512859636909?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/6405329512859636909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=6405329512859636909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6405329512859636909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6405329512859636909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/poisoning-your-fantasy.html' title='.poisoning your fantasy.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-4968793527925126750</id><published>2008-11-13T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:45:54.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.still searching.</title><content type='html'>Hi dabis!  We love you and hope you had a safe trip.  Talk very very soon. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-4968793527925126750?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/4968793527925126750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=4968793527925126750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4968793527925126750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4968793527925126750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-searching.html' title='.still searching.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-2726717368708971307</id><published>2008-11-13T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:26:53.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>What's up with the music video for Live Your Life? I don't understand what happens in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-2726717368708971307?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/2726717368708971307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=2726717368708971307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2726717368708971307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2726717368708971307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7548768734553957656</id><published>2008-11-12T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:22:41.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.i got my life and its the only one.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have to dedicate a post to ye.  Not because he's a musical genius, not because his lyrics are absolutely insane, not because I'm in love with him.  Simply because he is real.  One of the few &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; artists in the music industry today.  He doesn't make music for the sake of it or to make money(although I'm sure its an awesome bonus to doing what you love).  He does it because he feels passionate about what he does and because of this he can show his true emotions.  His new album, 808s, may not be for everyone.  But he doesn't make his music &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; anyone.  And I think because of this, he can do whatever he wants and not be "successful" in the business world but instead successful in his personal life, in that he has made himself happy.  Isn't that what we all strive to do?  Simply make ourselves happy?  Don't hate, 'ppreciate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7548768734553957656?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7548768734553957656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7548768734553957656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7548768734553957656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7548768734553957656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-my-life-and-its-only-one.html' title='.i got my life and its the only one.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7595902722208735903</id><published>2008-11-09T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:17:15.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People that are strangely hot but, intellectually and if you have eyes, you know shouldn't be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SRc2_cTj4yI/AAAAAAAAACs/3AByDNFecQ8/s1600-h/Viggo-Mortenson-Eastern_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SRc2_cTj4yI/AAAAAAAAACs/3AByDNFecQ8/s320/Viggo-Mortenson-Eastern_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266738752790979362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SRc2_Iu4JmI/AAAAAAAAACk/mpjedPeXvc8/s1600-h/VIN%2520DIESEL1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SRc2_Iu4JmI/AAAAAAAAACk/mpjedPeXvc8/s320/VIN%2520DIESEL1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266738747536844386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SRc2_Dv-HuI/AAAAAAAAACc/iNsoyHijeY4/s1600-h/lil-wayne-lollipop-music-video-what-do-you-think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SRc2_Dv-HuI/AAAAAAAAACc/iNsoyHijeY4/s320/lil-wayne-lollipop-music-video-what-do-you-think.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266738746199252706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7595902722208735903?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7595902722208735903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7595902722208735903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7595902722208735903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7595902722208735903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-that-are-strangely-hot-but.html' title='People that are strangely hot but, intellectually and if you have eyes, you know shouldn&apos;t be'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SRc2_cTj4yI/AAAAAAAAACs/3AByDNFecQ8/s72-c/Viggo-Mortenson-Eastern_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-8226556781811550098</id><published>2008-11-08T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:35:07.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyra Mail! (squeaky high pitched voice)...tyra banks...I hate you.</title><content type='html'>I open the window and you're staring at me.  Its frightening. I ask you to stop but you won't.  Your eyes penetrate the space between us.  I look behind me and wonder.  Is it truly&lt;em&gt; me &lt;/em&gt;you're staring at?  At first... at first I was flattered.  But now, now its just creepy.  You reach for something beside you on the floor.  And all of a sudden one of your eyes is closed and the other magnified.  I realize you're looking through a.. a telescope?  Ugh ridiculous.  I grab my bag as I walk out the door.  Walmart &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. For curtains.  Real estate agent tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-8226556781811550098?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/8226556781811550098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=8226556781811550098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8226556781811550098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8226556781811550098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/tyra-mail-squeaky-high-pitched.html' title='Tyra Mail! (squeaky high pitched voice)...tyra banks...I hate you.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5201692244319947498</id><published>2008-11-06T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:45:25.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.”</title><content type='html'>I just bought a package of lollipops for $1.99. In your face, Grover Cleveland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, four days ago marked my 7th birthday 83 years ago on a day shadowed by the flickering gleam of a tiny turtle's rainbowed horn and brightened by interlocked branches allow the moonlight to dapple the leaf-covered ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5201692244319947498?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5201692244319947498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5201692244319947498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5201692244319947498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5201692244319947498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-far-away-stars-seem-and-how-far-is.html' title='“How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.”'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5397442801404659462</id><published>2008-11-06T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:36:12.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES WE CAN!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SRObhtnMQhI/AAAAAAAAACU/bzonfDCz-_8/s1600-h/locks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SRObhtnMQhI/AAAAAAAAACU/bzonfDCz-_8/s320/locks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265723392808206866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud and excited. It feels like we're on the cusp of something huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I, too, got the flu shot today. It did not hurt, and I did not freak out, which is weird because when it comes to me and needles, usually I am the first to do so. I don't know what it is that bothers me, but I was thinking --- it's just a tube that is hollowed out. And it pierces your skin. Probably cuts out a teeny-weeny-tiny-whiney little cross section of your flesh. I dunno, but that seems a tad barbaric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is so my best friend right now. I can't get enough. And peeing is my worst enemy. I did some googling (oh google) and I think maybe I have overdosed on Vitamin D. Anxiety, headaches, and extreme thirst are all symptoms. And Vitamin D is not water soluable - thus, it builds up to toxic levels in your fat storages. So I've stopped taking it and will return to merely having a multi-vitamin 4 times a week once I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody else find it incredibly annoying when someone on your msn changes their status to something you KNOW they want you to comment on, and when you don't they message you REPEATING what is in their status??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make note of something I think is incredibly amazing: I have been using the exact same locker lock since the 6th grade - that is, since I was 11. 13 years ago. I love you, 31-13-19. And I can't believe that out of all the things I've saved over the years, a 5 dollar lock from junior high has stood the test of time. Master Lock: tough under fire (indeed!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5397442801404659462?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5397442801404659462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5397442801404659462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5397442801404659462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5397442801404659462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='YES WE CAN!!!!!'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SRObhtnMQhI/AAAAAAAAACU/bzonfDCz-_8/s72-c/locks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-8485274176686088832</id><published>2008-11-05T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:02:59.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ridic</title><content type='html'>And who exactly are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; to call &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; hicks?  You are an absolute disgrace.  You should be ashamed.  I'm ashamed and embarrassed for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-8485274176686088832?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/8485274176686088832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=8485274176686088832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8485274176686088832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8485274176686088832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/ridic.html' title='ridic'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-2780859487901879478</id><published>2008-11-05T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:00:19.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant.</title><content type='html'>You(not you... YOU) are a constant reminder of what has happened.  Of why I did what I did.  Of why I did what was necessary.  Not just necessary, but mandatory.  If it hadn't been for you, I'd never have done what I did.  I would never have hurt so many people.  If it weren't for your constant belief, no not belief.  Expectations.  For me.  Potential.  That was the word you used.  You just kept pushing, no matter how hard I pushed back.  You wouldn't stop.  You had to be stopped.  And yet you continue.  You continue to push and pull and expect and wish... for the better, for something different.  Can't you stop?  If not for my sake, what about hers?  What about his?  What about yours?  Wouldn't it be easier to just not.. just not do what you do.  Not push.  Not pull.  Not expect.  Not wish.  Because of your huge expectations mine have been weakened.  Its not that I don't want to believe, don't want to hope and wish.  Its that I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-2780859487901879478?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/2780859487901879478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=2780859487901879478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2780859487901879478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2780859487901879478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/constant.html' title='Constant.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5745437269348910975</id><published>2008-11-05T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:53:11.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally there is change.</title><content type='html'>DON'T STOP BELIEVIN'! HOLD ONTO THAT FEELINNGGGGG!  doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.&lt;br /&gt;I got the flu shot.  My arm hurts.  What is hurt, you ask?  I've often wondered if pain can be "cured," if you will.  What if we told ourselves that pain was a good thing?  Taught our young that?  I suppose some pain is good.  If we didn't have pain how would we know if something was wrong?  What about 1000 years ago?  So what if you had pain?  Its not like you could pop some tylenol and relieve yourself of the pain.  Pain would be nothing.  Maybe pain didn't even exist because there would be nothing to do about it.  It would just be something you had to bear, got used to.  Bears hurt people.  Sharks hurt people.  But like the saying says, "Guns don't hurt people, people hurt people," I'm sure that if you looked at bear or shark attacks its not their fault.  Maybe its the peoples.  Maybe the people shouldn't be swimming in their ocean or harrassing the bears in THEIR homes.  Hm.  Something to ponder.  Ponder. Pond.  Whirlipogs.  Have you forgotten about this place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5745437269348910975?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5745437269348910975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5745437269348910975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5745437269348910975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5745437269348910975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-there-is-change.html' title='Finally there is change.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7753362019859058265</id><published>2008-10-31T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:49:22.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloweeeeeenn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SQt8pCeUn8I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqguE_2ZcLQ/s1600-h/zac_efron300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SQt8pCeUn8I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqguE_2ZcLQ/s320/zac_efron300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263437633993088962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, thank you.  And let me deliver a message to you.  Beware.  This is the creepiest person alive.  He will climb into your bed and drench you with spittle.  Don't go to sleep or else this face will haunt you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7753362019859058265?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7753362019859058265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7753362019859058265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7753362019859058265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7753362019859058265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloweeeeeenn.html' title='happy halloweeeeeenn'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SQt8pCeUn8I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqguE_2ZcLQ/s72-c/zac_efron300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-4064273526671875508</id><published>2008-10-30T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:59:21.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slothsareawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DollyMabisRocksMyWorld'/><title type='text'>To Yeezy, With Love, Jeezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SQnF6qnwJCI/AAAAAAAAACE/H6QjE9UItT0/s1600-h/slothie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SQnF6qnwJCI/AAAAAAAAACE/H6QjE9UItT0/s320/slothie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262955251223241762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE TALE OF THE HALLOWEEN SLOTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT WAKE UP FROM YOUR SLEEP AT MIDNIGHT TONIGHT OR, WHEN YOU TURN AROUND, THESE EYES WILL BE STARING INTO YOUR SOUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he won't do anything to you but smile, but c'mon, that's enough for a years worth of nightmares. plus if you pick him up and cuddle with him until 3am, his frightening characteristics will dissipate, and you'll just have a cuddly lovebug to warm you up on the cold night before Halloween. so yeah, I guess that's not such a bad thing. ignore the next line, please....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERROR! FEAR!!! AHHHH! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE THE HALLOWEEN SLOOOOOOOTTTTTTTHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and if a sloth really does show up in your room, you might wanna call animal control. or the world wildlife fed. because seriously, what is a sloth doing in your room? are you illegally breeding and selling wild animals now? you bastard!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, THE GHOST OF HALLOWEENS PAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-4064273526671875508?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/4064273526671875508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=4064273526671875508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4064273526671875508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4064273526671875508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-yeezy-with-love-jeezy.html' title='To Yeezy, With Love, Jeezy'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SQnF6qnwJCI/AAAAAAAAACE/H6QjE9UItT0/s72-c/slothie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5846132680157548162</id><published>2008-10-30T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:57:19.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to the new Glade commercials</title><content type='html'>Dear Glade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF, mate? I don't understand your new commercials. There is the yoga one, the gingerbread cookie one, and the party one. In each, the woman uses a glade candle, but rips off the plastic around it so her friends can't tell it's a glade, and then she proceeds to lie to her friends, saying the wonderful smell in her house is either freshly baked gingerbread men, a candle from France, or a mixture of scents she found to tap into her "inner karma." Bitch, please. Lying isn't going to give you good karma. Also, it's obvious you are a compulsive liar who won't let getting caught in a lie stop you from doing it again. Get some help. You're annoying and soon, you won't have any friends coming over to lie to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I thought Glade candles were bad for you because they coated the inside of people's noses with harmful chemicals from the burning candles? Just wanted to throw that out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also part deux, I hate the KFC commercials with the hubby and wife doing the lamaze breathing. Nothing says "I want chicken" like watching a man and woman go into labour. Sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dolly Mabis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5846132680157548162?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5846132680157548162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5846132680157548162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5846132680157548162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5846132680157548162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-letter-to-new-glade-commercials.html' title='An open letter to the new Glade commercials'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-8200632709364840739</id><published>2008-10-27T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:21:20.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottle noses and rubbery skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SQZ95BhiaSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MeqmCN2Phik/s1600-h/dollyphins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SQZ95BhiaSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MeqmCN2Phik/s320/dollyphins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262031633244121378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut-head and the separation of families.&lt;br /&gt;Wild animals.&lt;br /&gt;Majestic beasts.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent, flying through the water.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Porter is a disgrace to Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-8200632709364840739?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/8200632709364840739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=8200632709364840739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8200632709364840739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/8200632709364840739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/bottle-noses-and-rubbery-skin.html' title='Bottle noses and rubbery skin'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SQZ95BhiaSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MeqmCN2Phik/s72-c/dollyphins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-380516083849881546</id><published>2008-10-27T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:05:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey (Gray) Sky in Morning PT. II</title><content type='html'>Mmkay&lt;br /&gt;She wondered blue day&lt;br /&gt;And then they surrendered to Colonol Cloon-ay&lt;br /&gt;What do you think, Sha nay?&lt;br /&gt;Nep o lind er woff, moo lah!&lt;br /&gt;And they condensed the song into the pink sky, hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the frogs knew not&lt;br /&gt;what was in store for they&lt;br /&gt;green and shiney and sweet&lt;br /&gt;from the princeses' bowl of soup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-380516083849881546?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/380516083849881546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=380516083849881546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/380516083849881546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/380516083849881546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/grey-gray-sky-in-morning-pt-ii.html' title='Grey (Gray) Sky in Morning PT. II'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5493518390301407897</id><published>2008-10-25T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:21:15.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hyatt regency</title><content type='html'>I love O, makeup artist by day tranny by night.  He's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5493518390301407897?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5493518390301407897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=5493518390301407897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5493518390301407897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/5493518390301407897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/hyatt-regency.html' title='hyatt regency'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-7750463069962852310</id><published>2008-10-21T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:45:16.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is dedicated to you</title><content type='html'>hellz to the yeeeeah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are SO GROSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballin' .how could you be so heartless. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellz to the yeeeeah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>.goodbye my friend.</title><content type='html'>We're watching you.  We're watching you sleep.  It seems like all we do is wait.  We wait for night to come.  We wait for you to close your eyes for the last time.  We wait for the chance to get off of this shelf and move closer.  We have planned our escape many times but its never perfect enough to get away from &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.  You always know.  Always realize.  Maybe we will have to get you first...someday...someday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-7389724565045165572?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/7389724565045165572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=7389724565045165572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7389724565045165572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/7389724565045165572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-my-friend.html' title='.goodbye my friend.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-4441864130299423835</id><published>2008-10-19T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:43:30.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely Said with Sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gross'/><title type='text'>Sweet talk but don't intimidate her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SPt_gvlfQJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZcpGTP6Noq4/s1600-h/sq_anthony_cantstop_vid_wb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SPt_gvlfQJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZcpGTP6Noq4/s320/sq_anthony_cantstop_vid_wb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258937190391431314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is  a cat taking a dump literally right outside my window. And now he is covering his poop in leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-4441864130299423835?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/4441864130299423835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=4441864130299423835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4441864130299423835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4441864130299423835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-talk-but-dont-intimidate-her.html' title='Sweet talk but don&apos;t intimidate her'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SPt_gvlfQJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZcpGTP6Noq4/s72-c/sq_anthony_cantstop_vid_wb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-2915762671666119799</id><published>2008-10-17T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:29:58.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gavin says hi - he was very loud and move-y last night</title><content type='html'>I miss you too, Yeezy Dolly. And hellz yeah, you and your facial expression were the only reason SATC was worth watching - that, and the pubic hair. OMG ginger firebox, I just puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post is going to be about something that I find incredibly annoying. Overt sexuality. I don't care if I sound 82.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she, too, annoys the bejessuz out of me (but that's another post for another day), there is something to be said for Dita Von Teese. &lt;strong&gt;Burlesque&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;Stripper's&lt;/strong&gt; classy, less wasted distant cousin. It's about the tease. And the tease, that little appetizer, can be far hotter than the main course. Yes, we can all take our clothes off on stage and wiggle our junk (that was for you, Dane) around (in theory). But can you turn someone's crank merely by removing a glove? Can you make splashing around in a martini glass look hella sexy? It's the art form versus the art itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why overt displays of sexuality in our culture are so blase. I could get into the feminist aspect of this topic and go on and on about how women are objectified and their bodies are sexualized, but I won't (though I believe it). No, this post is about what a yawn it is when you see a girl or guy walking down the street trying far too damn hard. Dear Katy Perry, I'm talking to you. Okay, you kissed a fucking girl. NOBODY CARES. 80 PERCENT OF THE GIRLS THAT REGULARLY GO TO BARS HAVE, TOO. But we get it - okay, okay, you invented kissing girls, bravo, you liked it, get a room. You're trying to do the whole retro pin-up gig, but you're failing miserably because you seem to always have to have those eyes that display the fact that you are thinking OH SO NAUGHTY thoughts (but not really), licking your lips and touching yourself during your performance of "Like a Virgin" on the MTV Video music awards. That is why this video is oh, so karmatic: http://www.gigglesugar.com/2380412&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the subtle gestures, hand movements, the girls who are really thinking naughty thoughts behind those eyelash veiled baby blues (I'm talking to you, Ms. Jolie). Ya feel me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I don't care that much. I just wanted an excuse to vent my distaste for Ms. Perry and the wonderful fall on her ass. You're welcome. Also, Yeezy, I think you need to post the clip of Yeezy on Ellen. THAT is sexy, yet understated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-2915762671666119799?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/2915762671666119799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=2915762671666119799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2915762671666119799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2915762671666119799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/gavin-says-hi-he-was-very-loud-and-move.html' title='Gavin says hi - he was very loud and move-y last night'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-3507137881645749292</id><published>2008-10-13T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:53:55.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes/Turn and face the strange/Ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>Jeezy Mabis come back s'il vous plait.  I miss you.  I have nothing to do.  mlehhh good times watching SATC with you.  Even though it sucked.  A lot.  Haha only how many days did I say?  Oh 69.  That's awesome.  YAY! :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-3507137881645749292?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/3507137881645749292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=3507137881645749292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3507137881645749292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3507137881645749292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/ch-ch-ch-ch-changesturn-and-face.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes/Turn and face the strange/Ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-6198492878653038115</id><published>2008-10-11T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:59:53.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I don't want a humpback whale.</title><content type='html'>Its 10 and you're still sleeping.  Has this ever happened?  I'll count out the hours for you since we know how that goes.  14 hours!  14 whole hours.  That's insane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the first frost.  So magical.  And while this may not be the actual frost, its the first official one where the frost is visible.  Frost means winter and winter means Christmas.. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolly Mabis, we miss you.  Hope that your weekend is enjoyable and we will talk to you soon.  Remember:  NO Butterballs.  :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum ethiopian food.  CAN'T WAIT!  And that wonderful, wonderful street.  I LOVE visiting that street:).  So many things to see and make me broke haha :P.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be a magical day... I can feel it.  Oh, hello Gavin.  Fancy meeting you here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-6198492878653038115?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/6198492878653038115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=6198492878653038115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6198492878653038115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6198492878653038115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-i-dont-want-humpback-whale.html' title='Maybe I don&apos;t want a humpback whale.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-3496681869956119076</id><published>2008-10-06T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:30:06.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DollyMabisRocksMyWorld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious'/><title type='text'>YOU get a humpback whale, YOU get a humpback whale!</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TT6B9RvcF0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-3496681869956119076?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/3496681869956119076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=3496681869956119076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3496681869956119076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3496681869956119076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-probably-are-pedophile.html' title='YOU get a humpback whale, YOU get a humpback whale!'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-325169162838612909</id><published>2008-10-02T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:52:27.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been travelling on this road too long</title><content type='html'>I'm dying. I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dying. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the last time I'll open my eyes. The last time I'll be surrounded by these people. By my colleagues and friends. There's so much pain. Like nothing I've ever imagined. I look down at the numerous IVs in my arms. I cringe at the thought of what's wrong with me. There's a blanket covering the place where my calves should be but its flat. I feel something pricking into my lower back. More needles. But its none of these things that bother me. &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; was preventable. None of this had to happen. More of a mistake that was made because of choices. Bad choices. Choices that had nothing to do with me. Is it karma? What did I do wrong? Nothing. Getting up this morning? But why does it matter now? It doesn't. I close my eyes and memories flood back to me and there are too many images to process. &lt;em&gt;My family's house, the smell of mom's cake, Christmas time, family trips...&lt;/em&gt; I feel something wet and I burst into silent tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-325169162838612909?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/325169162838612909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=325169162838612909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/325169162838612909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/325169162838612909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-travelling-on-this-road-too.html' title='I&apos;ve been travelling on this road too long'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-6195922299659339258</id><published>2008-09-29T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:40:19.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ground Control to Major Tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SOGjpC9qzKI/AAAAAAAAABs/TAMqwNoXhjk/s1600-h/pumpkinpiefront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251658566056201378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SOGjpC9qzKI/AAAAAAAAABs/TAMqwNoXhjk/s320/pumpkinpiefront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowie Is Good, But Cat Power Did it Better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her voice coupled with that song makes me want to drive a Lincoln, but not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm floating in a most peculiar way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the stars look very different today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She does Wonderwall better, too. And how is that even possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And songs that begin with "And" send shivers down my spine. There are so many if you listen, and they can be likened to stepping into the middle of a great tale that started long ago without you. Get swept up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moran Taing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I feel that times a wasted go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you bring me to my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(cuz I know that you feel me somehow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post Script: I really miss you, Yeezy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-6195922299659339258?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/6195922299659339258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=6195922299659339258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6195922299659339258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6195922299659339258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/09/ground-control-to-major-tom.html' title='Ground Control to Major Tom'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UtHoDLElBMc/SOGjpC9qzKI/AAAAAAAAABs/TAMqwNoXhjk/s72-c/pumpkinpiefront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-3978643242724615433</id><published>2008-09-26T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:05:15.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loops of Me</title><content type='html'>We were just on webcam, and you just told me you would "be right back, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but now I have to go pee; of course you aren't there for me to tell. What if you return before I do and see I'm not there? So I just said into the webcam, "Be right back, ***", and hopefully somehow, should you get back to your seat and find mine empty, you will receive the message through the space-time-continuim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-3978643242724615433?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/3978643242724615433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=3978643242724615433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3978643242724615433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/3978643242724615433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/09/loops-of-me.html' title='Loops of Me'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-4363173111720511466</id><published>2008-09-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:43:01.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Molly</title><content type='html'>ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;touche&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;somethig like that&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;al;dksjfas&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;adfl;akjsd&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;asdlfkajsdf&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;adlskfja;lsdfj&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;alsdkfja&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;aa&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;aa&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;ksajfdl'sa&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;szdnksadhksad&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;sa&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;asas&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;saassa&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;sa&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;sass&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;sa&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;mission completre&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;we are so pro&lt;br /&gt;haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:&lt;br /&gt;we should be in the CIA&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes we are&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;no kidding&lt;br /&gt;ballin' **system overload** says:&lt;br /&gt;we're awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-4363173111720511466?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/4363173111720511466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=4363173111720511466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4363173111720511466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/4363173111720511466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/09/anna-molly.html' title='Anna Molly'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-6012194140629225032</id><published>2008-09-25T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:25:39.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you well? And please pass the grey poupon</title><content type='html'>That little tire that circles the moll on the hill will recede eventually, but you won't feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that windmill twirls once tomorrow, the iconoclasts will be destroyed in one little boy's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you bake, make sure the room fills with warm cinnamon and sinful chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-6012194140629225032?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/6012194140629225032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=6012194140629225032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6012194140629225032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/6012194140629225032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-well-and-please-pass-grey.html' title='Are you well? And please pass the grey poupon'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-879991847557728686</id><published>2008-09-24T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:32:47.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>808s ARE cool ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jeezy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-879991847557728686?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/879991847557728686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=879991847557728686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/879991847557728686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/879991847557728686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/09/808s-are-cool.html' title='808s ARE cool ;)'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-2368391678912538575</id><published>2008-09-23T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:55:54.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clay chocolate:I'll punch you if you steal one.</title><content type='html'>So busy.  &lt;em&gt;And so very tired.  &lt;/em&gt;My poster is kickass though.  I hate emersions.  Sorry for hatin' but the ones I've met...suck.  It feels like I haven't talked to you in ages even though I think it was just yesterday?  Did we really talk?  No...I don't think so.  Next today, perhaps.  Yes...next today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-2368391678912538575?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/2368391678912538575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=2368391678912538575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2368391678912538575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2368391678912538575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/09/clay-chocolateill-punch-you-if-you.html' title='clay chocolate:I&apos;ll punch you if you steal one.'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-2551755039368213528</id><published>2008-09-20T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:26:16.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETIE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wish I was there to celebrate with you - have FUN! I love you! Love, Mabis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-2551755039368213528?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/2551755039368213528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=2551755039368213528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2551755039368213528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/2551755039368213528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-sweetie.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETIE!!!!'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-1050911693120014783</id><published>2008-09-19T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:50:12.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Sky at Night Pt. 8,000,000,000</title><content type='html'>You are so creepy, swiveling around in your chair like Dr. Evil, or that guy from DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN Inspector Gadget. Something about keeping your Love Locked DOOOOOWN, or...yeah. Well I'm blogging right now. Well than la de freaking da. What the blog, blog? If by cool you mean extremely nerdy. Turn the light back off, it's hurting my eyes. That face, just like that. That sounded dirty, Dolly, gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-1050911693120014783?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/1050911693120014783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162131353098019318&amp;postID=1050911693120014783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1050911693120014783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162131353098019318/posts/default/1050911693120014783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/2008/09/pink-sky-at-night-pt-8000000000.html' title='Pink Sky at Night Pt. 8,000,000,000'/><author><name>dollymabis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929494862312412276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5431508304159076264</id><published>2008-09-15T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:25:10.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Post from Bolly Part Deux</title><content type='html'>no i gtg actually&lt;br /&gt;bed time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162131353098019318-5431508304159076264?l=dollymabis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollymabis.blogspot.com/feeds/5431508304159076264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162131353098019318.post-5215698061350306342</id><published>2008-09-15T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:40:02.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke Skywalker Would Be Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;so do you have Rock Band II yet?&lt;br /&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;or are you planning on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;is it out?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;i heard it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was october... oh that must be gh 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;gh 4?&lt;br /&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;guitar hero 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;is that 1337 for something, dork?&lt;br /&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha jokes&lt;br /&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;OOOH ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA aww&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;actually wow is dork&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;in gamer language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;gh is for the cool kids&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;haha world of warcraft&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was there to highfive you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ballin' says:&lt;br /&gt;haha thanks&lt;br /&gt;ballin' says: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;that was awesome&lt;br /&gt;because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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