<?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-10655299</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:47:08.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feline Frisky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-114350494317500392</id><published>2006-03-27T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:17:51.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/100/3455/1024/Vampire%20Cuties%20MySpace.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/100/3455/400/Vampire%20Cuties%20MySpace.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-114350494317500392?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/114350494317500392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=114350494317500392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/114350494317500392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/114350494317500392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-113289815688052878</id><published>2005-11-24T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:59:35.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Videos</title><content type='html'>These are fun... check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.warmbrain.com/media/satisfaction.mov"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power Tools Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3117004324521250241&amp;amp;q=marimba"&gt;Super Mario&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take credit for finding them but I wanted to spread the enjoyment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-113289815688052878?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/113289815688052878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=113289815688052878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113289815688052878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113289815688052878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/11/fun-videos.html' title='Fun Videos'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-113148556116961084</id><published>2005-11-08T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:32:41.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>True friends are priceless</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing I strongly dislike it is phony people.  There seems to be a lot more of them lately, or maybe I'm just less naive to their ways.  It makes trusting people very difficult.  I just don't get it.  Why be that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a dark cloud surrounding my world and it is up to me to clear it up.  This process begins today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-113148556116961084?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/113148556116961084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=113148556116961084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113148556116961084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113148556116961084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/11/true-friends-are-priceless.html' title='True friends are priceless'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-113123030439711439</id><published>2005-11-05T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:40:13.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you Kevin</title><content type='html'>What is up with Kevin's ear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/100/3455/1024/IMGP2068.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/100/3455/400/IMGP2068.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/100/3455/1024/IMGP1123.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/100/3455/400/IMGP1123.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's 22nd Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty more, but I don't have them on my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-113123030439711439?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/113123030439711439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=113123030439711439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113123030439711439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113123030439711439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-for-you-kevin.html' title='This is for you Kevin'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-113116548979255227</id><published>2005-11-04T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:38:09.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' It</title><content type='html'>i'm working hard, going to school, my apartment is awesome... i have it pretty good, and with where i'm headed, it can only get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-113116548979255227?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/113116548979255227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=113116548979255227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113116548979255227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113116548979255227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/11/feelin-it_04.html' title='Feelin&apos; It'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-113098587121149571</id><published>2005-11-02T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:44:59.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' It</title><content type='html'>I'm feelin' it.  Are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-113098587121149571?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/113098587121149571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=113098587121149571&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113098587121149571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113098587121149571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/11/feelin-it.html' title='Feelin&apos; It'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-113004811964721028</id><published>2005-10-23T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:19:49.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Objects in mirror are closer than they appear</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4436/833/640/IMG_26633.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4436/833/320/IMG_26633.JPG' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-113004811964721028?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/113004811964721028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=113004811964721028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113004811964721028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/113004811964721028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/10/objects-in-mirror-are-clos_113004811964721028.html' title='Objects in mirror are closer than they appear'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112996844273696767</id><published>2005-10-22T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:29:19.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Erik!</title><content type='html'>Had a wicked time with Joey tonight! Thanks Joey, you are awesome! Glad I went out. I was feeling a little bummed out but that quickly changed with the change in setting and company. Can't wait for tomorrow night. I'm actually really excited for a quiet night in with a good ol female friend. Its hard to find one of those. A lot of girls suck. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Extra Happy Birthday Erik!  and thanks for the ride home Dave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112996844273696767?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112996844273696767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112996844273696767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112996844273696767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112996844273696767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-erik.html' title='Happy Birthday Erik!'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112989973465552673</id><published>2005-10-21T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:02:14.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why bother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112989973465552673?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112989973465552673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112989973465552673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112989973465552673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112989973465552673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112961493442638497</id><published>2005-10-18T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T01:00:43.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm excited to experience:</title><content type='html'>- Having my first child.&lt;br /&gt;- Graduating from university with two degrees.&lt;br /&gt;- Receiving my first paycheck as a certified teacher.&lt;br /&gt;- Moving out of my parents house (wait... I've already done that!)&lt;br /&gt;- Meeting and marrying someone who loves and accepts me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;- Meeting and marrying someone who I love and accept as they are.&lt;br /&gt;- Having my second child.&lt;br /&gt;- Finishing my children's literature term paper and my art across the curriculum project.&lt;br /&gt;- Buying my first house.&lt;br /&gt;- Becoming an auntie to my sisters children.&lt;br /&gt;- Having financial security.&lt;br /&gt;- Growing old with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;- Every day for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This entry was more for me. I know what I'm excited for isn't that interesting but it feels great to see all the things I have to look forward to written down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112961493442638497?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112961493442638497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112961493442638497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112961493442638497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112961493442638497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-im-excited-to-experience.html' title='Things I&apos;m excited to experience:'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112896273250849582</id><published>2005-10-10T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T11:57:18.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Project</title><content type='html'>I have to do a small project about an artist for my Art Across the Curriculm course. I am not quite sure who I'd like to do it on. If you have any ideas, leavea comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing the internet and came across this guy, FARKASEL LÁSZLÓ FESTMÉNYEI.  I thought he had SOME interesting stuff. The rest was all very alien/dark-like with a few musical references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Nevtelen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/400/Nevtelen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Névtelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Opium%20Death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/400/Opium%20Death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opium Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Jazz%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/400/Jazz%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112896273250849582?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112896273250849582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112896273250849582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112896273250849582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112896273250849582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/10/art-project.html' title='Art Project'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112857107349185666</id><published>2005-10-05T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:57:53.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I just need to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112857107349185666?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112857107349185666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112857107349185666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112857107349185666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112857107349185666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-i-just-need-to-say.html' title='Today I just need to say...'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112817220102724305</id><published>2005-10-01T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T08:10:01.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day!</title><content type='html'>All I can say about that is (and this one's for you Joey), THAT'S PRETTY &lt;a href="http://mintaka.sdsu.edu/karate/kick.jpg"&gt;KICK ASS&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112817220102724305?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112817220102724305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112817220102724305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112817220102724305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112817220102724305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/10/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day!'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112710926151614938</id><published>2005-09-19T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:55:12.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Burton Triple Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Park%20Theatre%20Poster%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/400/Park%20Theatre%20Poster%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112710926151614938?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112710926151614938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112710926151614938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112710926151614938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112710926151614938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/09/tim-burton-triple-bill.html' title='Tim Burton Triple Bill'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112684575534746475</id><published>2005-09-15T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T23:42:35.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the moment:</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just need to feel special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112684575534746475?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112684575534746475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112684575534746475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112684575534746475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112684575534746475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/09/thought-of-moment.html' title='Thought of the moment:'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112641979556735785</id><published>2005-09-11T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T12:32:31.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it off my chest</title><content type='html'>So I've been getting this weird uncomfortable feeling lately. I can't quite describe what it is or what it means. Its not there all the time but it pops up every now and then, and is quite intense. So intense that I wish I could just slip into a coma until it passes. I've been working on dealing with this feeling but until I figure out where it comes from and what it means I don't think it'll go away. Although I usually welcome change, a lot has changed in my life in the last little while. A lot of good things have happened and I'm excited about where they are taking me, however, there are also other changes and decisions I've made that I'm not quite sure about. I sometimes wonder if my uncomfortable feeling can be related back to all this change or if the feeling is being powered by one specific area of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can sometimes be driven by emotions and push reason aside. That is one area that I have been working on balancing out. I always want to make the best decisions for myself based on logic and reason, but I also don't want to disregard my emotions and feelings because they are what make me, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said, I've really been working on improving myself as a person. I know I still have things to work on but I can say with confidence that I have already made huge improvements. In the next little while I'm going to be working on pin pointing the cause of my uncomfortable feeling. I think once I find the source of the problem, things will start to feel right again and continue to improve. I know this is something I have to do on my own... no one can help me with this. I am not worried because I know I will figure it all out. The only thing I ask is from those around me is honesty and sincerity. If I am to figure things out, I need to know how things really are. Otherwise, I'll be making decisions and resolutions based on falsities... and there is no point in that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I'm moving out in 19 days and I am so excited. I most definitely think this will be a GOOD change. Although the process has caused some stress... everything always seems to turn out fine so I'm not too worried... right Adam ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now leave you with a quote from an &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/%21%20Puppets%2011.jpg"&gt;ad&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure you'll all remember: &lt;a href="http://www.cca-canada.com/comm/series3.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"I you don't know just what it is (remember boys and girls)... don't put it in your mouth!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112641979556735785?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112641979556735785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112641979556735785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112641979556735785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112641979556735785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/09/get-it-off-my-chest.html' title='Get it off my chest'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112587593392976772</id><published>2005-09-04T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T18:18:53.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop 'til you Drop</title><content type='html'>Well, this whole moving out thing is becoming more and more real.  Went shopping today with Kevin to pick up some of the household necessities.  Thanks to him there are fewer things I need to get.  Go Kevin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I still need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couch&lt;br /&gt;Small Kitchen stuff&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen Table and Chairs&lt;br /&gt;Bed (my mom has made it very clear she isn't going to let me take mine and she is going to do everything in her power to make this very difficult)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that all the things I need are the big things... but I'm sure everything will work out.  It always does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112587593392976772?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112587593392976772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112587593392976772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112587593392976772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112587593392976772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/09/shop-til-you-drop.html' title='Shop &apos;til you Drop'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112572751017012542</id><published>2005-09-03T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T01:05:10.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Out!</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to move out. It is just that time. I'm nervous... but very very excited. Now I have to start collecting stuff to fill the apartment or I'm going to be living in a very empty hole. I've begun the many list of stuff to get and things to do. Good thing I like making lists. I am the list goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving date: hopefully October 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112572751017012542?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112572751017012542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112572751017012542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112572751017012542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112572751017012542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/09/moving-out.html' title='Moving Out!'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112451497390307512</id><published>2005-08-19T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:28:06.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neighborhood Weirdos</title><content type='html'>Most people, when they have car trouble, can't get theirs started. I on the other hand, coming from the crazy family that I do, can't turn mine off. I now have the neighborhood looking out their windows at 11:30pm wondering what's going on at the Nieuwenburg house again and I have to get CCA to come turn my car off for me. And on top of that, when I phone my parents in Regina to talk to my dad about the emergency situation, I get put on hold by my mom because she has another call coming in. Thanks Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all this, I'm getting ready to leave for a nine day trip to B.C. with my mom and sister to visit my grandparents. This should be interesting... Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112451497390307512?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112451497390307512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112451497390307512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112451497390307512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112451497390307512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/08/neighborhood-weirdos.html' title='The Neighborhood Weirdos'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112329212450275306</id><published>2005-08-05T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:35:24.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ya!</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling very happy right now.  I'm on my new computer, enjoying an empty house, rocking out Finger Eleven.  I feel like I'm just being me right now... and that's a great feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112329212450275306?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112329212450275306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112329212450275306&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112329212450275306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112329212450275306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-ya.html' title='Hey Ya!'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112287778703994199</id><published>2005-08-01T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T01:32:36.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salad Fingers</title><content type='html'>Well, once again my life has switched gears, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. This time I'm trying to putting faith in others while still maintaining loyalty to my own feelings and instincts. I'll just have to see where this new change takes me... one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at least I know that when I'm feeling down I can always count on &lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/salad.htm"&gt;Salad Fingers&lt;/a&gt; to make me feel warm and disturbed inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more Salad Fingers, check out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/salad2.htm"&gt;Salad Fingers - episode 2 'Friends'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/salad+fingers+2/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/salad3.htm"&gt;Salad Fingers - episode 3 'Nettles'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gprime.net/flash.php/saladfingersepisode3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/salad4.htm"&gt;Salad Fingers - episode 4 'Cage'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/salad4.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/salad5.htm"&gt;Salad Fingers - episode 5 'Picnic'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/salad5.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/salad6.htm"&gt;Salad Fingers - episode 6 'Present'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112287778703994199?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112287778703994199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112287778703994199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112287778703994199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112287778703994199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/08/salad-fingers.html' title='Salad Fingers'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112189835741037496</id><published>2005-07-20T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:25:57.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I crashed my car... fuck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that but my hours at work have been cut because of the lack of work available.  Bad karma has seemed to take over my life in the last couple of months.  I've been feeling very defeated lately.  Even the simplist tasks seem to be my enemy.  I know things could be worse, and I'm trying to stay positive about the whole thing but its tough when my optimism gets shit on over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time to become selfish and worry about nothing but me.  Sort my shit out, work on making myself happy and not worry about anybody else, what they want, or their feelings.  Just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112189835741037496?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112189835741037496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112189835741037496&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112189835741037496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112189835741037496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-crashed-my-car.html' title=''/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112139548216073466</id><published>2005-07-14T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:56:17.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vent Session</title><content type='html'>So I have really been tring to improve myself as a person lately.  Over the last 5 weeks I have been really taking a good look at who I am, what I believe in, and what I want to become.  I definitly know where I am going career-wise... I know where I am headed and I know that I will be good at my job.  That seems to be all I really have sorted out 100% right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few times when I feel like everything in my life is just falling into place... lately , my thoughts and feelings are moving in a completly opposite direction from where I thought they were headed.  I am confused about friends, who I should be making efforts with, who I shouldn't have to make efforts with... sometimes I ask myself why I am friends with certain people.  I try not to over analyse all this stuff but it's tough when all you want to do is make yourself feel right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really working on a few things about myself that I think need improvement.  The biggest one being my emotional thinking.  Right now I feel like I am trying to pull back a thick cloudy wall of emotions in order to reach how i truely feel.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even really know if any of this makes sense to anybody other then me.  I just needed to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its best to move on if thats what it is you're going to do" - a friend&lt;br /&gt;... that is a very true, yet difficult statement for me to handle.  I despise it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112139548216073466?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112139548216073466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112139548216073466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112139548216073466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112139548216073466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/07/vent-session.html' title='Vent Session'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-112032986187738645</id><published>2005-07-02T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T12:27:04.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>??????????????????????????????</title><content type='html'>I feel so confused.  I don't know how I feel or what I want anymore.  I keep thinking I have it all figured out, then it all gets fucked up again in my head.  I don't want to hurt anybodies feelings and I want to do what's right for me and for everybody else.  Confusion has consumed my life.  I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-112032986187738645?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/112032986187738645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=112032986187738645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112032986187738645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/112032986187738645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='??????????????????????????????'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111956584059483850</id><published>2005-06-23T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:37:29.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>le clitoris se trouve dans le vagin</title><content type='html'>This is what Joey and I like to call.... The Vagina Thrust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/IMG_2882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/400/IMG_2882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111956584059483850?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111956584059483850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111956584059483850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111956584059483850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111956584059483850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/06/le-clitoris-se-trouve-dans-le-vagin.html' title='le clitoris se trouve dans le vagin'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111868968431307618</id><published>2005-06-13T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:08:04.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>List of the good times</title><content type='html'>Despite the bad times I have been having, I have done so much in my first two weeks off from school and have been having a blast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bought a fish and named him Freddy... Mr. Freedy Krueger.&lt;br /&gt;- Went out to the cabin with Kevin and Eliot and had a fabulous time.&lt;br /&gt;- Had a Star Wars potluck dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- Went for my very first ever run with my sister (I SUCK at running).&lt;br /&gt;- Hung out with Dave: Went for dim sum, went to the used book store, and visited this crazy Asian second hand store... Well it was more like a room on the side of the street.&lt;br /&gt;- Got splashed in the face with street water through the crack in the window of my car while driving... And it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;- Threw up for the first time due to the rapid consumption of alcohol while having a girly night with Joey.&lt;br /&gt;- Held a frog.&lt;br /&gt;- Went out for drinks and a movie with Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;- Made sushi with Kathy... Well actually she made it and I ate it.&lt;br /&gt;- Learned that a clean room isn't always necessary... In fact it can be quite relaxing to sit in your own mess.&lt;br /&gt;- Learned that cleaning my room is also very relaxing... But I actually already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;- And I am about to go walk a dog from the pet store with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;- Took Nathan driving and exposed Erin to the world of toy stores.&lt;br /&gt;- Caught up with old friends and have become much closer with the ones I already had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111868968431307618?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111868968431307618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111868968431307618&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111868968431307618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111868968431307618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/06/list-of-good-times.html' title='List of the good times'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111834497923302118</id><published>2005-06-09T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T10:17:12.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers on a Park Bench</title><content type='html'>I was listening to Einstein on the Beach, an opera by Philip Glass. This is one of the poems in the opera. I love this opera.  I keep meaning to buy it but I never have the money because I spend it on other things.  But... just thought I'd share something from it... This poem makes me very happy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Two lovers sat on a park bench, with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence between them. So profound was their love for each other, they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finally she spoke. "Do you love me, John?" she asked. "You know I love you, darling," he replied. "I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life, my sun, moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more she spoke. "How much do you love me, John?" she asked. He answered: "How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending except my love for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more her voice was heard. "Kiss me, John," she implored. And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent osculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Samuel M. Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111834497923302118?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111834497923302118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111834497923302118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111834497923302118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111834497923302118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/06/lovers-on-park-bench.html' title='Lovers on a Park Bench'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111801399365052606</id><published>2005-06-05T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T18:31:03.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so many questions and thoughts running though my head. I feel like I have no one to talk to about it all. My friends have been great. Many of them have come forward and have been extremely supportive. Thank you a thousand times to those of you who have been there for me. I can't stress enough how much it means to me. Even still... I feel empty and alone. Sometimes I feel like I'm just going to explode. I feel like someone is pushing down on me and I can't breath. I know time heals all but it is hard to let things heal when you don't want anything to change. There is only one person I really want to see and talk to about everything going through my mind and I'm not allowed. That is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can something be the right thing when it feels so awful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111801399365052606?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111801399365052606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111801399365052606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111801399365052606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111801399365052606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-so-many-questions-and-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111745924516323986</id><published>2005-05-30T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T08:22:15.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'll be writing for a while. I am sad. I can't ever recall a time when I have felt this sad. I have nothing to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111745924516323986?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111745924516323986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111745924516323986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111745924516323986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111745924516323986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/05/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111715932875061438</id><published>2005-05-26T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T21:02:08.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No title... nothing witty to say.</title><content type='html'>Well, upon further refection... the Red Lake trip was quite nice. Very relaxing and I got to be a small town girl for the weekend. This week has been good. School is going well. Not much else to say... its been kind of a sad night. But... hopefully things will pick up very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111715932875061438?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111715932875061438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111715932875061438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111715932875061438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111715932875061438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-title-nothing-witty-to-say.html' title='No title... nothing witty to say.'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111681406313377685</id><published>2005-05-22T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T21:07:43.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I didn't scare her at least I confused her</title><content type='html'>We just got back from out long weekend trip to Red Lake Ontario. It was ok. I'm looking forward to my few weeks on in June when I can just hang out and relax. That'll be nice. Not much to say... I've got homework to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111681406313377685?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111681406313377685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111681406313377685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111681406313377685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111681406313377685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-i-didnt-scare-her-at-least-i.html' title='If I didn&apos;t scare her at least I confused her'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111655918778079686</id><published>2005-05-19T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:21:42.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenday on my mind</title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.greenday.com"&gt;GREENDAY&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesday. It was FUCKING AWESOME. I can't stop thinking about the show. I have decided I need to become a famous male punk bass player. That is my new mission in life. I want millions of people to listen to me play, come to my shows, and do anything just to touch my hand. I want to tour and make awesome albums that people never get sick of listening to. No. 1 on my life list: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/photo%20shoot%20106.jpg"&gt;become famous male punk bass player&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have much else to say... like I said... Greenday is all I can think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111655918778079686?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111655918778079686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111655918778079686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111655918778079686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111655918778079686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/05/greenday-on-my-mind.html' title='Greenday on my mind'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111609584994160086</id><published>2005-05-14T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T18:46:11.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th - Updated with Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, I would say that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; in May is a huge success. Almost everyone showed up in a costume. Even strangers showed up in costume. Now that's impressive. The pin the bolts on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt; was a smash with Dale taking first place and Nathan rightfully one for Best &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Costume&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Here is a list of the characters that showed up:&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarecrow (from Batman Begins)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boris the Butcher and his victim Today's Special: A La Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Zombie Slut from Hell&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood covered Zombie&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally (from Nightmare Before Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominatrix&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Interview Jason (the toy will be arriving in stores soon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;An Angel (pure and true)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hollywood Star&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 50's Greaser&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman Bates and Marion Crane his victim&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun (from Shaun of the Dead)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1850's couple&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Voyager&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil Woman&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghoul&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50's Sailor Woman&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Widow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Peeping Tom&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City Suicide Victims&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I think that's about everyone.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to have some pictures soon to post of all of the festivities that took place here in Adam's apartment on the eerie night of.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FRIDAY THE 13TH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Updated... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PARTY PICTURES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Sally%2C-Me-and-just-another-.jpg"&gt;Me and Sally and just another dead body&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Mike%20and%20Dale.jpg"&gt;Shaun and Marion Crane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/People.jpg"&gt;Hangin' Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Web.jpg"&gt;Spider Web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and more to come so keep checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111609584994160086?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111609584994160086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111609584994160086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111609584994160086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111609584994160086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/05/friday-13th-updated-with-pictures.html' title='Friday the 13th - Updated with Pictures'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111590377547480971</id><published>2005-05-12T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T08:16:15.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"silence"</title><content type='html'>Party tomorrow... hope it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say.  I'm off to school... again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111590377547480971?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111590377547480971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111590377547480971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111590377547480971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111590377547480971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/05/silence.html' title='&quot;silence&quot;'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111560272774857427</id><published>2005-05-08T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:48:55.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween in May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nathan, Adam and I went shopping for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;supplies for the party ALL day. We ended up getting some really great stuff. We bought:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;LOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt;, rubber rats, spiders and bats,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;themed candles and candle holders, 2 types of streamers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lights&lt;/span&gt;, prizes for the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;costume&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;LOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt;. Also, Nathan and Andrea are so graciously supplying tones of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;lights and other various decorations. Once I decorate Adam's apartment with my designing talents this place is going to look &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. There may even be a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jack-O-Lantern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;or two. Nathan found his compete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;costume&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;in 5 minutes or less... Adam decided on his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; costume&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and found some good stuff... and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;costume&lt;/span&gt; is being made as I write by Nathan the famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;make-up artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. I can't wait. If you are reading this... witch if you just read that then you are... and you have not received an e-mail invite to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Halloween Party&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;of the year, then it is probably because I don't have you e-mail address. If you would like to come and want some details send me an e-mail at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fatcatkeri@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;or leave me a comment. Trust me, it is going to be some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;spooky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;awesome fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111560272774857427?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111560272774857427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111560272774857427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111560272774857427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111560272774857427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/05/halloween-in-may.html' title='Halloween in May'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111501193729931563</id><published>2005-05-02T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:32:17.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip for you Single Guys</title><content type='html'>I had a very enjoyable evening tonight with my friend Joey. I thoroughly enjoyed her company. First we went and got nachos and guacamole from Carlos and Murphy's. We chatted and people watched. Saw Andrea's friends Andrew and Doug smoking across the street. Saw some guy with an "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I love lesbians&lt;/span&gt;" patch on his jacket. I thought Joey was gonna jump through the window to tear it off of his jacket in a mad rage so she could put it on her sweater. So that was all fun. We then headed to Adam's to watch The Ring together. Although I've already seen it, totally scary! Joey would jump, then I would jump, then she would jump, and I would jump... by the end of the movie we were cuddling on the couch in utter fear. At one point in the movie I yelled Boo! and totally scared the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;poozies&lt;/span&gt; right out of Joey. Sorry Joey. I now have to sleep with one eye open because who knows when she will strike back. Tip for all you single guys out there: Take a girl to a scary movie and she'll be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;begging&lt;/span&gt; you to stay over for the night.   Anyway... Thanks Joey for a nice evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111501193729931563?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111501193729931563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111501193729931563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111501193729931563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111501193729931563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/05/tip-for-you-single-guys.html' title='Tip for you Single Guys'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111464863161092898</id><published>2005-04-27T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:39:22.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Copy%20of%20IMG_1183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/400/Copy%20of%20IMG_1183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cat Pepper.  Isn't she cute?... she is the devil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111464863161092898?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111464863161092898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111464863161092898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111464863161092898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111464863161092898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/04/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111418726955617449</id><published>2005-04-22T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:27:49.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Rutebega Chickens</title><content type='html'>So I've tried posting a few times but every time I try blogger is having problems and I can't publish my already written and perfected post. GRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I get my hair done.  I'm very excited.  My hair is starting to drive me crazy so a cut and color is needed pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is Kathy's party. Everyone should come since everybody will be there. If you want details just e-mail me: fatcatkeri@hotmail.com It should be huge because it is a house shared by 9 girls who have also invited everybody. So if you can make it down, you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets see if this will work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111418726955617449?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111418726955617449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111418726955617449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111418726955617449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111418726955617449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/04/purple-rutebega-chickens.html' title='Purple Rutebega Chickens'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111306583288519074</id><published>2005-04-09T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:57:12.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost died</title><content type='html'>I made a post a few days ago but every time I tried to publish it the computer told me there was NO DATA. So I yelled at it and turned it off. So, that post is gonzo but the computer and I are on better terms now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up. Had a dream that all of my friends were staring in a rendition of the musical Grease. Joey was singing about her new big boobs and how much she loved to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tattoo is doing great. It is super itchy so anybody who feels like coming over to blow on it for a while is very welcome. I can't reach so I resort to cursing profusely but that doesn't quite cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago I just about died. I was driving to Adam's house from my place with Adam and Nathan. I was doing a comfortable 60 up St. Mary's when some idiot who clearly didn't check for on coming vehicles tore out from one of the side streets. If I hadn't slammed on the brakes immediately and turned slightly my side of the car would have been smashed to bites and I'd probably be nothing but a mushy bowl of oatmeal. The driver of the other car barely stopped to check if we were ok before he speed away. But thankfully my quick thinking saved the day and I can go and get wasted at Andrea's awesome party tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111306583288519074?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111306583288519074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111306583288519074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111306583288519074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111306583288519074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/04/almost-died.html' title='Almost died'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111249691312711343</id><published>2005-04-02T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:57:09.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>done and done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/IMG_2242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/400/IMG_2242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111249691312711343?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111249691312711343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111249691312711343&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111249691312711343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111249691312711343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/04/done-and-done.html' title='done and done'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111233628156218468</id><published>2005-04-01T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:18:01.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>because I want to</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm scheduled to get my tattoo in just over 12 hours. I'm excited but also very nervous. I'm nervous not only for the pain that I will have to endure but also the fact that I am putting something permanent on my body. I know that this is something I want to do because I've been planning it for the last 7 years. I've picked something that is personal that I know I will like forever. People have asked me why I am getting it done. Simply put, because I want to. Its not just for the sake of just getting a tattoo. This is not for anybody else, its for me. The only thing left to do now is just to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111233628156218468?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111233628156218468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111233628156218468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111233628156218468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111233628156218468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/04/because-i-want-to.html' title='because I want to'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111213751979166737</id><published>2005-03-29T17:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:52:07.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagina? Penis?</title><content type='html'>VAGINA.  Also know as:&lt;br /&gt;Cunt, Twat, Pussy, Mound, Slit, Taco, Beaver, Bush, Trunk, Hole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENIS.  Also know as:&lt;br /&gt;Cock, Dink, Dick, Shaft, One Eyed Snake, Trouser Snake, Willy, Weiner, Hotdog, Shlong, Meat, Soldier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many can you come up with?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111213751979166737?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111213751979166737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111213751979166737&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111213751979166737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111213751979166737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/vagina-penis_111213751979166737.html' title='Vagina? Penis?'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111170825511145142</id><published>2005-03-24T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T17:50:55.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have this problem too?</title><content type='html'>Ow, my neck hurts.  I think aliens tried to enter my body by puncturing through the side of my neck.  Sneaky little bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111170825511145142?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111170825511145142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111170825511145142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111170825511145142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111170825511145142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-you-have-this-problem-too.html' title='Do you have this problem too?'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111136629705709509</id><published>2005-03-20T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T10:07:07.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris Tournament Recap</title><content type='html'>The Tetris Tournament Potluck Party was a huge success.  Here is a recap of the event and evening to follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started arriving around 6ish.  Once the first person got to Adam's people just kept pullin in.  I found this great &lt;a href="http://www.jasonschock.com/gangsta/porn_name.php"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and because of it it became mandatory to wear your official porn name. There were a few lame ones but the rest were pretty hilarious. Here are a few that I remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: Oral Kung-Fu Grip&lt;br /&gt;Marina: Exotica Hymn&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Sassy Pimplebutt&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Lady Fuzzynuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/photo%20shoot%20008.jpg"&gt;Nathan&lt;/a&gt;: Jizzy Maxim&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Nikki Darkholer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was great. There was taco dip, California cold pizza, mushroom and broccoli casserole, veggies with dip, a shrimp dish, shrimp rings, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/photo%20shoot%20034.jpg"&gt;chicken shish kebobs&lt;/a&gt;, vegan chili, tiramiso, cookies and many other delicious things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After food the tournament began. It lasted for a good while with many hilarious moments such as Sam being completely burned by Sean. The final outcome was Sarah winning Bronze, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/photo%20shoot%20015.jpg"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt; with Silver and Kevin coming in first leaving with the gold tassel and $65.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the tournament was over people started leaving as well as people started arriving. The place was completely packed at one point with people lining the walls and sitting on the floor. It was fun. Lots of drinking. Even Brent was participating in the drinking games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once mostly everyone was gone and only &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/photo%20shoot%20099.jpg"&gt;Ian&lt;/a&gt;, Colin, Nathan, Erin, Adam, and I remained there was a little guitar and vocal jam. We sang the right into the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I went to bed around 4:30ish. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/photo%20shoot%20102.jpg"&gt;Things continued&lt;/a&gt; on for a while but I couldn't tell you about what happened after my time with the party had expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I would have to say everything turned out perfectly and there will definitely be another Tetris Tournament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111136629705709509?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111136629705709509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111136629705709509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111136629705709509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111136629705709509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/tetris-tournament-recap.html' title='Tetris Tournament Recap'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111108403261606629</id><published>2005-03-17T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T12:28:05.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The question is...</title><content type='html'>In the last 6 months I have seriously been feeling the need to move out. I am starting to feel &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=suffocated"&gt;suffocated&lt;/a&gt; at home. Now, I know I can always go to Adam's to "get away" from my family for a while, but that's not even all of it. I need my own space (not just my &lt;a href="http://stuff.mit.edu/people/stephcho/closet.JPG"&gt;closet&lt;/a&gt; of a room), my own stuff. Without judgment and harassment from my parents, I would like to spend money how I want and do what I want, when and how I chose. I don't mind sharing with my parents what goes on in my life, but I don't want to have to justify it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the tricky part... I would move out in a second if I didn't have to worry about paying for school. I know, I know, I'm not the only one... There are thousands of others in the same predicament. But the question for me is... Is it worth taking out 2 years of &lt;a href="http://www.rbcroyalbank.com/RBC:QjnKU471A8MAAnEwlrw/products/personalloans/rcl_for_students.html"&gt;loans&lt;/a&gt; in order for me to move out on my own and in return feel much happier and less suffocated? Or do I just bite my lip and fight for my independence at home for the next two years and feel miserable every other day because of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111108403261606629?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111108403261606629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111108403261606629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111108403261606629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111108403261606629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/question-is.html' title='The question is...'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111052846785809354</id><published>2005-03-11T01:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:40:02.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Drive Truck</title><content type='html'>Ok... just got back from Papa Georges.  I'm &lt;a href="http://www.dobhran.com/images/vgturkeydinner.jpg"&gt;stuffed&lt;/a&gt; and tired. I just thought I'd make an entry before heading off to dream land. I've decided Nathan is a pervert. But one of those really funny kind of perverts. The ones you like having around for a good laugh. Joey is loud. I used to be really loud and I was told to shut up. So I did, but I think my &lt;a href="http://designladen.com/musikinstrumente/image/volume.jpg"&gt;volume dial&lt;/a&gt; is movin its way back up there. WAAAAAYYYY up there. I need to hang out with Andrea more. I like her... and her moves. Hey Andrea, we need to check out some of the &lt;a href="http://www.womynsware.com/"&gt;sex shops&lt;/a&gt; in Winnipeg sometime. Go see if we can find any hidden treasures in our tiny town. Eliot, you are welcome to come anytime. Well, off I go so my brain can invent some crazy story for me to enjoy while I rest. Hope the &lt;a href="http://www.public.iastate.edu/%7Egarden/films/louclaud.jpg"&gt;Vampires&lt;/a&gt; have a good time tonight... its a little windy, but that shouldn't bother them too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111052846785809354?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111052846785809354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111052846785809354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111052846785809354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111052846785809354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-drive-truck.html' title='I Drive Truck'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111030020926934816</id><published>2005-03-08T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:09:19.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Nathan</title><content type='html'>Nathan rocking out to Kelly Clarkson's Since You've Been Gone.&lt;br /&gt;Picture: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/IMG_1692.jpg"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/IMG_1696.jpg"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/IMG_1698.jpg"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/IMG_1697.jpg"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Copy%20of%20IMG_1695.jpg"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/IMG_1694.jpg"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111030020926934816?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111030020926934816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111030020926934816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111030020926934816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111030020926934816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/pictures-of-nathan.html' title='Pictures of Nathan'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111025082814471248</id><published>2005-03-07T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T21:00:45.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BODY BREAK</title><content type='html'>Well, I can't seem to post any pictures seeing as my dad has every anti-virus program installed on our computer. But I will soon have them up and ready for viewing. I will also be starting a little game on here so keep posted. Here is an update of my weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Adam had people over and I got totally wasted. The evening consisted mostly of Nathan rocking out to Kelly Clarkson's Since You've Been Gone (as I've said, I will soon have pics up of that event and you won't be disappointed). Me and Joey had our usual conversations about nothing. We mostly talked about the different sorts of crunches with Andrea. Quite interesting indeed. I didn't go to bed until 8am, then slept for 2 hours and woke up in extreme pain from the way I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was dress shopping for Kathy day and arts and crafts day with Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to Adam's mom's for dinner and then Nathan came over to Adam's to watch Alien vs. Predator. I would have sex with &lt;a href="http://www.gothic.no/lostsouls/starscream/predator.jpg"&gt;Predator&lt;/a&gt;... but only if he kept his helmet on. I would also sleep with the &lt;a href="http://www.milkandcookies.com/links/22272/"&gt;dancing transformer&lt;/a&gt;. He is one sexy hunk of metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sums up my weekend. Keep posted for pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time... keep fit and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111025082814471248?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111025082814471248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111025082814471248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111025082814471248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111025082814471248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/body-break.html' title='BODY BREAK'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111002080719217767</id><published>2005-03-05T04:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T05:26:56.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd do ANYTHING to see through your EYES</title><content type='html'>I know I've already posted today but I have a lot on my mind. The song Counting on Me by Korn means a lot to me. Sometime I wonder what I mean to people. My friends are very important to me and I take our relationship very seriously... with a fun side to it always of course. But I would do anything to read minds for just one day. I would only want the power for one day because reading everyone's minds all the time would probably be too much. But I do wonder who truly thinks of me as their FRIEND and who just thinks of me as someone they know and hang out with as an acquaintance. It's a tricky thing really... You can't ask a person how they feel because unless they are REALLY drunk they won't tell you the truth. The truth is a tricky thing... it only really means something if you know it is the TRUTH without any doubt whatsoever. Yes... and friends are tricky too. Sometimes it would be really nice to be a fly. You get to spy on everybody, you don't have to worry about shit because you like it and when you are ready to move on you can without worrying about anything. I don't know if a lot of this makes sense.. but it does to me. If you feel like talking about it I'd love to try to explain... but I don't know if I can make it make sense to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... that's my thoughts for now. Hope everyone had a good Friday night. I know I had a thoughtful one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111002080719217767?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111002080719217767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111002080719217767&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111002080719217767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111002080719217767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/id-do-anything-to-see-through-your.html' title='I&apos;d do ANYTHING to see through your EYES'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-111001138278270055</id><published>2005-03-05T02:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T02:29:42.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dink Connector</title><content type='html'>Everyone should check out these sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dresdendolls.com/"&gt;Dresden Dolls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/napoleondynamite/epk/index.php"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk and i'm going to have a fun post tomorrow so check it out.  Check it oooooooooouuuuut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-111001138278270055?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/111001138278270055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=111001138278270055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111001138278270055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/111001138278270055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/dink-connector.html' title='Dink Connector'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110990860622503148</id><published>2005-03-03T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:56:46.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>But my lips hurt real bad!</title><content type='html'>Everyone should see Sectratry.  It is one of the greatest movies ever.  I had never heard of it but Andrea and Adam gave it some pretty high reviews so last night I made them watch it with me.  Very good.  I'm tired and don't really feel like writing anything of interest.  I'm gonna go watch Garden State and the new Dawn of the Dead now.  Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110990860622503148?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110990860622503148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110990860622503148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110990860622503148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110990860622503148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/but-my-lips-hurt-real-bad_03.html' title='But my lips hurt real bad!'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110978653279517113</id><published>2005-03-02T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:27:48.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recital Galore</title><content type='html'>Many of my friends are graduating this year. I'm both excited for them but sad that they are leaving. Because we are in music, this time of year brings about much stress to those in composition and performance. Many recitals will be taking place in the next few weeks. Those who can attend should. They are all sure to be quite amazing and they are free. Eliot's is even rated 18+ so there should be some interesting stuff happening at his, (and I am playing in it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy's Clarinet Recital: Sunday March 6th @ 3pm&lt;br /&gt;Eliot's Composition Recital: Friday March 18th @ 8pm&lt;br /&gt;Cathy's Voice Recital: Sunday March 20th @ 3pm&lt;br /&gt;Sean's Cello Recital: Monday March 21st @ 8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Eliot%27s%20Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/400/Eliot%27s%20Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/320/Kathy%27s%20Poster.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/320/Kathy%27s%20Poster.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110978653279517113?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110978653279517113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110978653279517113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110978653279517113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110978653279517113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/recital-galore.html' title='Recital Galore'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110974116421219961</id><published>2005-03-01T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:26:04.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan</title><content type='html'>With the face and upper body of a man and the horns and lower half of a goat, Pan is a Greek god who was sent away from Olympus to Acadia for his ugly looks. He is the god of flocks and fields commonly associated with Nature. He is also sometimes considered the god of orgies and sex. He made his Syrinx, a flute like instrument, out of a nymph that was turned into reeds while trying to escape Pan's sexual pursuits. He is known to be a wonderful musician. The word panic derives from his name because he was known to scare and create panic among the sheepherders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110974116421219961?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110974116421219961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110974116421219961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110974116421219961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110974116421219961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/03/pan.html' title='Pan'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110940080212497196</id><published>2005-02-26T01:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:24:47.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I pee on the ground</title><content type='html'>I'm drinking' at Adam's right now. Totally wasted. Having a good time. I think I'm gonna get my tattoo designed tomorrow. I know I want a picture of &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/cparada/GML/Pan.html"&gt;Pan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I just need someone to design it. If you have any good pics of pan send em over. I'm also getting a treble clef which is getting deigned as we speak. I'm having fun right now. Listening to a little Korn. Just stretched Joey's ears out to a size 4. I'm also gonna get my &lt;a href="http://legends.dm.net/robinhood/"&gt;hood&lt;/a&gt; repierced again. I miss it. I think it looks good and it can also supply much fun on a boring evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun shopping with Kevin yesterday. Getting ready for his big move. Go Kevin! I'm so excited that I get to design his &lt;a href="http://legends.dm.net/robinhood/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pillows for him. I'm glad I can contribute to your moving-out experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I should probably stop typing before I say something I &lt;a href="http://somethingtohide.blogspot.com/"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/a&gt;. I'll will write again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110940080212497196?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110940080212497196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110940080212497196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110940080212497196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110940080212497196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/02/sometimes-i-pee-on-ground.html' title='Sometimes I pee on the ground'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110922100200913254</id><published>2005-02-23T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:00:33.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't written in a while but I haven't really had to much to say. Tonight I just worked on making some black with red pinstrip curtains for my room. I must say, they are pretty snazzy! And now that I have wasted most of the night away. I figured I should write and entry and then begin my school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty gorey dream the other night. I dreamt that Jonny Depp got shot in the head by some random guy. I spent the rest of the dream trying to avoid being killed by this mad man. No matter what I did he still managed to escape prison and avoid being killed no matter how many times I stabbed him, shot him, choked him, or threw him off cliffs. I even stabbed him right through the jugular vein with a dull pencil. That seems to be a reoccuring detail in my dreams. I'm always trying to kill someone for some reason. The only time I have ever managed to kill the "bad guy", I ended up shooting him and he somehow turned into a pair of jeans which I folded up and put away on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not the greatest dream story telling. No where near Eliot's abilities, but I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my life has been pretty boring lately. I haven't really talked to too many people. Everyone is doing exams. So... I don't really have much to say. Maybe tonight I'll have an amazing dream or tomorrow some extraordinary event will happen to me and I will be able to write and write about my amazing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110922100200913254?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110922100200913254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110922100200913254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110922100200913254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110922100200913254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110874818761818195</id><published>2005-02-18T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T11:36:57.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Boys and Girls...</title><content type='html'>Just got up. Having a little brunch before I have to run off to work today. I am most definitly getting sick, which sucks because I was just sick and I never get sick. Well, I guess that statment's not true anymore. Damn winter. Damn WINNIPEG!! Anybody who moves here voluntarily is crazy. Did you know we are one of the tenth coldest cities in the world. THE WORLD!! Oh, and did you know &lt;a href="http://www.ronjeremy.com/"&gt;Ron Jeremy&lt;/a&gt; is in at least 2/3rds of the worlds porn.  Amazing!  I bring this up because last night Eliot, Adam, Ryan and I watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0144117/"&gt;Boondock Saints&lt;/a&gt; and he just happens to be in it. What a great movie. If you haven't seen it, see it. It is hilarious. Well, off to work I go. And when I'm finished work... I get to go to work! Yeah! I guess I shouldn't complain. I do enjoy my jobs, and I really enjoy having money. Especially because I need it for the ticket I bought to go see GREEN DAY!!! Yesssssssssssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a pleasent day everyone, and remember boys and girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;♪ &lt;/span&gt;If you don't know just what it is.... just put it in your mouth!&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;  ♪&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110874818761818195?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110874818761818195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110874818761818195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110874818761818195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110874818761818195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/02/remember-boys-and-girls.html' title='Remember Boys and Girls...'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110861112122140739</id><published>2005-02-16T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:37:37.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joey!</title><content type='html'>Today is Joey's birthday. We are justing hangin out and waiting for Sarah, Chantel, and Nathan to get to Adam's. Adam is crunching at the moment, Joey is playing a little Tetris Attack, and I am quite obviously writing an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a tribute to Joey's birthday here are some of her famous quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You don't know me! (*finger wave)&lt;br /&gt;-Akedda-kedda&lt;br /&gt;-I need a man whose not afraid to slap me&lt;br /&gt;-If you will... and you will.&lt;br /&gt;-Dink connector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she'll come up with many more tonight  so I will post later with more recent events of the night of Joey's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shabbir.com/romance/bday.html"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/a&gt; Joey!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110861112122140739?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110861112122140739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110861112122140739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110861112122140739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110861112122140739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday-joey.html' title='Happy Birthday Joey!'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110843922360179401</id><published>2005-02-14T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T04:21:46.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brains!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/320/zombie-02.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/320/zombie-02.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me as a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent the day doing a photo shoot at the film group with &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/320/Adam.2.jpg"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/320/Nathan.1.jpg"&gt;Nathan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/320/kathy-066.jpg"&gt;Kathy&lt;/a&gt;, Sarah, and Andrea. We were actually there so Kathy could get some pics done for her portfolio but Nathan decided to do me up like a zombie. So that's what we did. Took some pictures and they turned out great. I actually had to leave the studio looking like a zombie at one point to drive Kathy and this old man came all the way up to my car window, bent down and just stared at me. I'm sure I gave a few people something to talk about over dinner. Later, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/320/Joey.jpg"&gt;Joey&lt;/a&gt;, Sarah, Adam, and I went out for a little sushi and relaxed the night away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110843922360179401?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110843922360179401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110843922360179401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110843922360179401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110843922360179401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/02/brains_14.html' title='Brains!!'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110810308579009956</id><published>2005-02-10T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T04:24:19.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Viruses!</title><content type='html'>Damn computer &lt;a href="http://dorando.emuverse.com/html/dr-mario.html"&gt;viruses&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had a chance to do much interneting lately due to this stupid virus my computer at home got.  GRR!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bought a coaxial do-hicky cable for my TV today... that was fun. Picked up my new glasses. They are pretty funky. Eliot, you'll like them. Otherwise things have been pretty average. Had a really great flute lesson on Monday. My teacher made a special point of telling me just how much he enjoys teaching me and how much he's seen me improve and mature as a player since the beginning of the year. It really made me feel good to hear it. It makes you realize how important it is to tell the people around you why and how much you appreciate their company. So, I will attempt to do so: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: I don't even know where to start. Most of the time you don't clean up after yourself, you can be a chauvinistic pig, and you snore. .. BUT!!! You are amazing in ways I can't even begin explain. I love you so much. How much... SOOOOO MUCH!! and thank you for the flowers, strawberries, and ice cream. You really are amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dalkiel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eliot&lt;/a&gt;: You are great. Despite the fact you can be a real asshole, deep down I know it's because you consider me a good friend and you know I can handle it. I miss hanging out with you so we should really get together sometime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Wanna get drunk and play Tetris and eat Sushi! I can always count on you for a great evening and a good chat. Even if the chat is about nothing but phones. When do we get to go play Bingo again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://atypicalgeek.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt;: THE "computer" guy. THE "nice" guy. THE "great massager" guy. THE "let's pour Nestea and dance on Keri's car" guy. THE "cat saver" guy. Need I say more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy: You will listen to any problem I may have and most of the time side with me... even if I'm being absolutely ridiculous. Although it's important to speak your mind it's also equally important to support your friends. Luv you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin: Even though you can be a real bitch... you can also be extremely sweat and thoughtful. When you call me a bitch... I know what you really mean is "I love you but I'm angry right now so stay out of my way." I love you and good luck in Regina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: Although I don't talk to you as much as I used to, I know I can always call you up if I need to chat. We've been through some hard times and we still managed to stay friends... that says a lot. I miss hanging out with you. We should get together soon. I have a free coupon to go play pool... we should go some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just a few things about a few of my closest friends. I hope that does what it did for me when my teacher shared with me how he truly felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110810308579009956?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110810308579009956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110810308579009956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110810308579009956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110810308579009956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/02/damn-viruses.html' title='Damn Viruses!'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110776079498400839</id><published>2005-02-07T01:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T04:22:42.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 great movies... 1 great price!</title><content type='html'>Just getting ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd let people know that the new &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0363547/"&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0365748/"&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/a&gt; are going for one great price ($20 for both) at HMV right now... a little tip those who enjoy a good zombie movie now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110776079498400839?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110776079498400839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110776079498400839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110776079498400839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110776079498400839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/02/2-great-movies-1-great-price.html' title='2 great movies... 1 great price!'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110773081993793890</id><published>2005-02-06T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:04:38.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Official Entry</title><content type='html'>Ok... so this will be the first official entry.   Where to start... what to write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'll start with my weekend. It's been great and relaxing. Friday I had a concert... which went fine. I actually enjoyed myself more then usual. Yesterday I bought a new TV and DVD player for my room. Bought Shawn of the Dead and the new Dawn of the Dead for one great price! Hung out with Kevin, Nathan, and Adam which was nice. I don't see Kevin enough. (Note to self... hang out with Kevin more often). Today I watched Nightmare Before Christmas while I set up my new e-mail account and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I haven't seen enough movies. Once I'm at the video store I can never remember which ones I wanted to watch so I think I will start my official "Movies I need to watch" list. ...I wonder if I can keep a list that I can update on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110773081993793890?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110773081993793890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110773081993793890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110773081993793890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110773081993793890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-official-entry.html' title='First Official Entry'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110767868993730289</id><published>2005-02-06T02:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T02:31:29.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the title of my Blog?</title><content type='html'>Do I get this yet...? NO!  ...Too many things to fill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110767868993730289?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110767868993730289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110767868993730289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110767868993730289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110767868993730289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/02/is-this-title-of-my-blog.html' title='Is this the title of my Blog?'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10655299.post-110767837676613408</id><published>2005-02-06T02:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T02:29:38.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What shall I write?</title><content type='html'>Well, I still have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; clue what I'm doing.  In fact&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; what i'm writing right now is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt; to help me figure what exactly I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; doing when I fill in all these &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt; spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10655299-110767837676613408?l=fatcatkeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/feeds/110767837676613408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10655299&amp;postID=110767837676613408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110767837676613408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10655299/posts/default/110767837676613408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatcatkeri.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-shall-i-write.html' title='What shall I write?'/><author><name>fatcatkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15783291139132485073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/100/3455/1024/Me-black%20and%20white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
