<?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-5599214032577532699</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:56:12.597-04:00</updated><category term='General'/><title type='text'>Constant Variables</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saitek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909898275971455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599214032577532699.post-4060626401107353386</id><published>2009-10-27T15:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:18:50.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Special isnt Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SudEWed4AEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6F-skuab3ms/s1600-h/UniqueDemotivator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397357831353008194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SudEWed4AEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6F-skuab3ms/s320/UniqueDemotivator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are a bitch with a mouth, dont use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*its not supposed to make sense to you.&lt;/em&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/5599214032577532699-4060626401107353386?l=constantveryables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/feeds/4060626401107353386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-special-isnt-special.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/4060626401107353386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/4060626401107353386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-special-isnt-special.html' title='Sometimes Special isnt Special'/><author><name>Saitek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909898275971455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SudEWed4AEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6F-skuab3ms/s72-c/UniqueDemotivator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599214032577532699.post-6779126319670542708</id><published>2009-10-09T10:52:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:58:48.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idiots are stoopid, oh, and they're idiots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Ss9vE3JBVPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/H_7V5Iji-Tw/s1600-h/tiger+ADJUSTED.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390649408297719026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Ss9vE3JBVPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/H_7V5Iji-Tw/s320/tiger+ADJUSTED.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;CALGARY, Alberta (Reuters) – A man suffered injuries to his arms after he and a&lt;br /&gt;friend hopped the fence at a Canadian zoo early on Monday and stuck his hands&lt;br /&gt;into the tiger exhibit, zoo officials said.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Calgary Zoo said the two men sneaked into the facility after midnight and headed to the Siberian tiger enclosure, where one of the men climbed over an outer fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really consider myself to be much above average, as it relates to&lt;br /&gt;being smart or making decent decisions. As of late, sensible sense is&lt;br /&gt;not common among most. What sense, or lack there of, must you be possessed&lt;br /&gt;with to birth the idea that you are going to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A. break in a zoo and... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;B. ...actually do it and... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;C. ...once you get in, stick your dumb ass arm which is attached to your dumb&lt;br /&gt;ass body which is being controlled by your dumb ass brain into a cage...which,&lt;br /&gt;of all things, contains a biological meat shredder with a perpetual attitude problem AKA tiger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wtf is there at a zoo that is worth stealing? somebody...anybody..nobody? Okay so maybe he just wanted to see some wild life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is a simple suggestion, Animal Planet bitch. If you're feelin really bold, pay extra to view it in HD, that way u can avoid all the lil pesky things that wild animals tend to do such as... ooo i dunno, use your limbs as gingivitis fighting chew toys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you just have to have the full on experince...such as taking in the sounds or those delightful animal smells...show up at the damn zoo during regular business hours. Sure the prices are a little steep but guess what? Showin up after dark ended up costing and arm and-- u get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20091006/od_nm/us_tiger"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/5599214032577532699-6779126319670542708?l=constantveryables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/feeds/6779126319670542708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/10/idiots-are-stoopid-oh-and-theyre-idiots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/6779126319670542708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/6779126319670542708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/10/idiots-are-stoopid-oh-and-theyre-idiots.html' title='idiots are stoopid, oh, and they&apos;re idiots.'/><author><name>Saitek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909898275971455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Ss9vE3JBVPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/H_7V5Iji-Tw/s72-c/tiger+ADJUSTED.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599214032577532699.post-4333575841953350653</id><published>2009-10-09T08:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:55:41.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Fuckery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Ss83hk6cxgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/hjs5QvSiBik/s1600-h/Red+Oak+-+Fall+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390588328969815554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Ss83hk6cxgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/hjs5QvSiBik/s320/Red+Oak+-+Fall+Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aint this supposed to be October? Aint October supposed to bring cooler temperatures? Aint cooler outside temperature supposed to equate to a lower energy bill? Aint "aint" not a word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I guess some kinda way October called in, and June or July ol' hot ass is taking Octobers spot for the month. I mean, it felt like October for the first few days, it was cool, nippy and nipply outside. The trees started saggin' a lil green grass started to brown, I started smiling at the fact that i could open a damn window instead of my wallet in order to keep cool, and suddenly it went from 57 degrees on a Tuesday morning to 93 degrees...the same gat damn Tuesday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This upsets me because my car is... slightly off in the head. I can only turn my AC on if im going 50mph or higher...any lower and the bitch starts to act like a scene from that movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fk4A1AY10U0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;speed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, i dont really feel like exploding in a vehicle so...i just don't turn on my AC... it sucks that no matter how "fresh" i think i am, by the time I get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;from point A to B&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in my car to leave point A, I look like I just got done playing full court basketball on a football field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was never a fan of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17cmBnziQw4"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but i think i can relate now. Hopefully November wont call in too.&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/5599214032577532699-4333575841953350653?l=constantveryables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/feeds/4333575841953350653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/10/florida-fuckery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/4333575841953350653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/4333575841953350653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/10/florida-fuckery.html' title='Florida Fuckery'/><author><name>Saitek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909898275971455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Ss83hk6cxgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/hjs5QvSiBik/s72-c/Red+Oak+-+Fall+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599214032577532699.post-5123898312739789952</id><published>2009-10-09T07:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:47:14.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hand I've Been Dealt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Ss8smYDHAUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6dy0wWam0Rw/s1600-h/cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Ss8smYDHAUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6dy0wWam0Rw/s320/cards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390576316787917122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Giver&lt;/span&gt;, she has an amazing gift, too bad all the people around her tend to use her until she can no longer give. We talk and text often throughout the day, she leans on my words because I guess they some how comfort her, she has told me on multiple occasions that I am one of the few people who understands her. I don't understand how she figures I get her because people are the only equations I don't even attempt to understand. I mostly accept people for how they are until they expose who they are and from there I determine if my temperament is compatible. I think she has picked up on the fact that I don't want anything from her so that makes her willingness to give in my direction even more intense. I'm not exactly sure whats going through her mind at this point but shes made some pretty "interesting" comments and it does make me wonder where shes trying to go, I'll remain silent for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;The Haunting&lt;/span&gt;, like any and all good bad ghost's she's from my past, she doesn't want me to get out though, she wants me to let her in. No. I had a dream that pretty much sums up what happens every time I give her a little of my time, complete chaos. In my dream I was with my family, and some of her family members showed up, I always got along really well with her mother and grandmother. Out of nowhere The Haunting shows up and places this small object in the center of where we were all standing, I go to get a closer look at what she left laying on the ground and as I look over to ask her what it is I notice that shes leaving. I look over at her mother, and the device suddenly explodes. Thank you dream angel...i get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Decade&lt;/span&gt;, I spent a lot of time trying to make this one work. A decade to be exact. Since there is so much history there, I have to keep this one brief. Some how I guess she finally understands that I'm not the monster she made me out to be to all her family and friends, and during that time I was going through so much, I did nothing to stop or combat the lies, I remember walking  into her job and all her little co-workers would give me the super evil eye. Funny how time has a way of turning tables, she finally came right out and said it. She wants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; back, right now though all shes going to get is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Future&lt;/span&gt;, she is who I am most interested in, too bad I'm on a one lane road right now. Some hair line fractures have started to surface. We are both in the same situation to where we know what we want, just not sure when we are going to get there, and at this rate, if we are going to get there at all. Its becoming harder to communicate with her because she often feels like shes under attack and I'm the one commanding the assault. Nothing could be further from the truth, I think she is unknowingly wanting to brush me to the side, but I really don't want to over think this. She's a good girl who thinks shes not because of how unhappy she is with the end result of some of her decisions. I wish she could see that we both have the same problems, we just handle them differently. She has shown me that sometimes people do things that are supposed to be meaningful with people who are meaningless. I don't think I've done a very good job at showing her anything, maybe that's why she seems to be drifting. Guess its true what they say, the future can always be changed. I hope shes there whenever I arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sideline&lt;/span&gt;, this poor girl just wants to be loved, period. I wont be surprised if she all of a sudden becomes a lesbian, but knowing her even then its still just to get a mans attention. I fell for her trap not because I like her, or even want to be in a relationship with her, but because there was a point in time where I saw that she needed help and thought that I would actually be able to help her. I hate learning things all over that I already knew, but life is like that sometimes. She confused my offers of help as request's for action. NAH DAWG IM SKRAIT! I refuse to be yet another poke and go in her life, and in the years to come, hopefully it dawns on her that shes worth more than a after party piece. If not, she'll continue to live a miserable life probably give birth to some kids she doesn't even want and die alone drunk or high in her own self pity...sad face...kinda. She actually KNOWS what she's doing isn't going to benefit her in the long run, and from that stand point, be the best jump off you can be babygirl. Dial soap, CHECK! time to wash those hands Saitek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599214032577532699-5123898312739789952?l=constantveryables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/feeds/5123898312739789952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/10/hand-ive-been-dealt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/5123898312739789952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/5123898312739789952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/10/hand-ive-been-dealt.html' title='The Hand I&apos;ve Been Dealt.'/><author><name>Saitek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909898275971455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Ss8smYDHAUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6dy0wWam0Rw/s72-c/cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599214032577532699.post-1481009533930513409</id><published>2009-09-30T10:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:31:54.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ella me ama, ella me ama no</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SsNpqhQ60WI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4sJSozsECWM/s1600-h/219302-13-desert-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387265758470000994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SsNpqhQ60WI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4sJSozsECWM/s320/219302-13-desert-road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my life, the prospect of new love has always looked something like an open road with good weather. The path to be traveled is wide open, there is no traffic and conditions are perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Much like love and life no matter how open the road is when you first start, you have no idea how the weather will change, if the road will deteriorate as you travel forward, or if other things will appear on your road to knock you off course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I currently travel, the image in my rear view mirror is the same as the road ahead, I've been here before. The only thing in my favor this time is I know exactly whats going to happen if I do as I did last time I was here. As it all unfolds in slow motion I struggle with which choices to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not sure which is more alluring, the chase, or the girl but I do know that speeding in slow motion doesn't make this trip any safer. Maybe I shouldn't be so worried about the wreck, and focus more on if shes worth the crash. I should have pulled over when I had the chance, but if I recall correctly, its a little too late for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I remembered put my seat belt on this time...&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/5599214032577532699-1481009533930513409?l=constantveryables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/feeds/1481009533930513409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/09/ella-me-ama-ella-me-ama-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/1481009533930513409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/1481009533930513409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/09/ella-me-ama-ella-me-ama-no.html' title='ella me ama, ella me ama no'/><author><name>Saitek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909898275971455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SsNpqhQ60WI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4sJSozsECWM/s72-c/219302-13-desert-road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599214032577532699.post-1253558402338174255</id><published>2009-09-22T10:14:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:05:58.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Srjc0o5U0II/AAAAAAAAAVU/asREbm7ODZI/s1600-h/A488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384296151410593922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Srjc0o5U0II/AAAAAAAAAVU/asREbm7ODZI/s320/A488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For some odd reason, probably a quote I read or something, one day i said to say to myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;self, you really need to create your own path in life don't follow any ones footsteps make your own&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(The above statement is exactly why I shouldn't have conversations with myself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, one aspect of doing things my way that I was unaware of is how people take notice of my unique ways of handling things, which makes them want to pick my brain and try to figure me out, human nature I suppose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On a daily basis I get bombarded with a range of questions, personal...REALLY personal questions, and questions about life, death, religion, politics and for some reason I was even asked about tampons vs. pads... from a woman...a real woman. (awkward moment of silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't claim to be smart, I don't claim to know everything, I don't claim to know anything really, but of all the things to know, the one area I know like no other is me, and honestly even with that there are some vast landscapes of unknown territory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The problem is, that line between fact and opinion has become so blurred that people mistake one for the other. My assumption is since they see that I form my own opinions instead of adopting one, people have a general respect for the way I view things, cool. If you don't agree with my opinion, cool. If you ask for my opinion and I give it to you and you think I'm an idiot, cool. If we go through the motions only for you to tell me I think I know everything, coo-wait no, not cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im not &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; google bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;im not even &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; google ho&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sad part is, even if I choose to keep my mouth closed and say nothing at all, it still results in an argument, and believe it or not people have gotten either so good, or so bad at arguments that it only takes one person to argue now....seriously I've seen it with my own two ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and for the record, we are all stupid...and by "we" i mean not me.&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/5599214032577532699-1253558402338174255?l=constantveryables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/feeds/1253558402338174255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/1253558402338174255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/1253558402338174255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-you.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know You'/><author><name>Saitek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909898275971455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/Srjc0o5U0II/AAAAAAAAAVU/asREbm7ODZI/s72-c/A488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599214032577532699.post-6108860346486103567</id><published>2009-09-21T11:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:47:59.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SreXhIf3g0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/lR--iDpxqoo/s1600-h/random.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383938475017339714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SreXhIf3g0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/lR--iDpxqoo/s320/random.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone should send a note to ugly people that states, wallets and purses are just fine for storing money. It seems to me that ugly people are the only ones who have money that's spiced with the lovely aroma's of musty balls, titty juice, dead feet &amp;amp; socks, and stripper ass. Here is a helpful tip, if you are about to store your money somewhere that makes it soggy...It shouldn't be stored there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladies...pregnancy is a BEAUTIFUL thing.... not a sexy thing. Have some class please, remember you are walking around with a gut full of baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized today that i will spend the rest of my life working on my flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Death to lint!!! It always causes an argument between me and my black shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...im sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599214032577532699-6108860346486103567?l=constantveryables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/feeds/6108860346486103567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-rants.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/6108860346486103567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/6108860346486103567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-rants.html' title='Random Rants'/><author><name>Saitek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909898275971455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SreXhIf3g0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/lR--iDpxqoo/s72-c/random.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599214032577532699.post-3328475128385941632</id><published>2009-09-19T17:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:44:27.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SrVNg5jlGeI/AAAAAAAAAVE/XawU4zP9hWs/s1600-h/291px-Silhouette_of_a_Woman_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383294157192501730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SrVNg5jlGeI/AAAAAAAAAVE/XawU4zP9hWs/s320/291px-Silhouette_of_a_Woman_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Proceed with caution, means i shouldn't be at a stand still... but i only move in rhythmic motions. I can clearly hear the beat from her heart, but im still trying to understand the lyrics of her song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ipod time, lets see if i can understand ms. electronica this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599214032577532699-3328475128385941632?l=constantveryables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/feeds/3328475128385941632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/3328475128385941632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/3328475128385941632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost.html' title='Almost'/><author><name>Saitek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909898275971455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SrVNg5jlGeI/AAAAAAAAAVE/XawU4zP9hWs/s72-c/291px-Silhouette_of_a_Woman_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599214032577532699.post-1103932929567724043</id><published>2009-09-18T10:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:04:30.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>This Omega's Alpha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SrOuRSCh5cI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XeZi9XLRz68/s1600-h/hallway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382837591561332162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SrOuRSCh5cI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XeZi9XLRz68/s320/hallway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been under the weather with my head above the clouds for quite some time now. I'm not sure if its safe to come down but the season seems to be changing so i'll take my chances. Its funny how things tend to go round and round, yet the circle of life renders us shapless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please excuse me while i gather my remains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599214032577532699-1103932929567724043?l=constantveryables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/feeds/1103932929567724043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/1103932929567724043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599214032577532699/posts/default/1103932929567724043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://constantveryables.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='This Omega&apos;s Alpha'/><author><name>Saitek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909898275971455748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ch450h9-XFk/SrOuRSCh5cI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XeZi9XLRz68/s72-c/hallway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
