<?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-5075709825547651391</id><updated>2011-11-22T13:14:39.893-08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='Windows XP'/><category term='free beer'/><category term='commute'/><category term='Made in China'/><category term='Toni Braxton'/><category term='honest'/><category term='sensual'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='bittergate'/><category term='Richard Gere'/><category term='Katy Perry'/><category term='Taiwan films'/><category term='stable'/><category term='Diane Lane'/><category term='1809'/><category term='Tom Shu-Yu Lin'/><category term='youth'/><category term='capital gains 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term='independent'/><category term='break up'/><category term='Panasonic Toughbook'/><category term='Jessica from Vienna Metro'/><category term='SWM'/><category term='National Mall'/><category term='Taiwan'/><category term='disabled person'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='bachelorette'/><category term='closure'/><category term='Nights in Rodanthe'/><category term='easy going'/><category term='easy to talk to'/><category term='middle eastern'/><category term='out-going'/><category term='wheel chair'/><category term='typos'/><category term='strangers'/><category term='vain'/><category term='Federal Center S.W.'/><category term='Eric Tsang'/><category term='montgomery'/><category term='fat'/><category term='Vienna'/><category term='New England Patriots'/><category term='white bread'/><title type='text'>Personal Ad</title><subtitle type='html'>You lost me at SWM.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>personal ads</name><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>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1042397844729548165</id><published>2010-11-03T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:56:22.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mooch'/><title type='text'>Let's be friends first - w4m - 31 (Alexandria)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Eventually it could be something more but I want to start off with a cool no pressure relationship. I like attractive men who are taller than 6 feet. I myself am a tall woman and with heels I am about that tall. I am Black so please be attracted to black women. I am very intelligent and can carry on good conversation. I like men with nice pecs, nice abs, and a good head on his shoulders. We can meet at the gym for the first time and workout together or bike ride, long walk maybe. We can talk about anything you want to talk about. I eat healthy, I don't drink or smoke. You must know how to treat a woman. I don't like rude men and you must be respectful at all times. Please be willing to treat I'm not a "Dutch" kinda girl. If you have any questions for me please sent them with the first email and a pic. I can't wait to here from you sexy. Please put "sexy friend" in the headline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- START CLTAGS --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wow.... no wonder you are single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1042397844729548165?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1042397844729548165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=1042397844729548165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1042397844729548165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1042397844729548165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-be-friends-first-w4m-31-alexandria.html' title='Let&apos;s be friends first - w4m - 31 (Alexandria)'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-8321548072404153412</id><published>2010-10-08T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T12:41:26.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>email me if you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- original post --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are between the ages of 29 and 40 and white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ...don't have the need to drink nightly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  ...actually like yourself  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ...are in a place to get to know someone new and actually date &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ...aren't an emotional mess  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ...LIKE YOURSELF  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ...don't need me as your therapist, because I may be one but it isn't fun for me to be yours  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ...want to have FUN WITH DATING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ...have a college degree and/or business venture and/or professional identity of which you're proud  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ...recognize that I did not end that previous thought in a preposition and appreciate that fact more than the average douche  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ...type whole sentences in your texts cuz if I get 1 more text like this  that asks wat r u doin n y r u doin it I might have to disembowel u  thanx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm cute, smart, and have my shit together. I'm also a nice person. Fucking take a chance and email me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- end of post--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I guess the ones taking chances aren't white, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- START CLTAGS --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-8321548072404153412?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8321548072404153412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=8321548072404153412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8321548072404153412'/><link rel='self' 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underrated,&lt;br&gt;Tuesday holds steadfast as old as time itself.&lt;br&gt;Unwavering, and undercover,&lt;br&gt;Tuesday marches onward without question.&lt;br&gt;Without Tuesday, Monday is just forever.&lt;br&gt;Without Tuesday, Wednesday is no longer.&lt;br&gt;So waft on, the glue of Tuesday.&lt;br&gt;Let the fumes spread, and drown out the stink of Monday.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-552962149769373527?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/552962149769373527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=552962149769373527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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so.&lt;br&gt;Not just this Wednesday,&lt;br&gt;But every wednesday.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-7428557166583464757?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7428557166583464757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=7428557166583464757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7428557166583464757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7428557166583464757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2010/09/missing-you-every-wednesday.html' title='Missing you every Wednesday'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1743099677674276035</id><published>2010-07-05T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:30:18.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheat bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white or wheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white bread'/><title type='text'>Anyone wanna catch lunch today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- original ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Date: 2010-07-05, 10:14AM EDT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Looking to grab lunch or a few drinks with an attractive man 25-35 and white. pls send a pic if you are interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Location: N VA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- end of ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I guess we know what choice of bread this gal prefers when someone asks "white or wheat".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1743099677674276035?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1743099677674276035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Poke me</title><content type='html'>A lil poke&lt;br&gt;Was all it took&lt;br&gt;To bring a smile&lt;br&gt;Across the miles&lt;br&gt;A lil effort&lt;br&gt;A lil time&lt;br&gt;To share your smile&lt;br&gt;With some one.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-580471096317101665?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/580471096317101665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=580471096317101665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/580471096317101665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/580471096317101665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2010/07/poke-me.html' title='Poke me'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-8080381127995006332</id><published>2010-07-01T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:49:55.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unloved frozen dinner</title><content type='html'>Unloved&lt;br&gt;Starving&lt;br&gt;Tired&lt;br&gt;Aching&lt;br&gt;Alone&lt;br&gt;Wide awake&lt;br&gt;Drained&lt;br&gt;Apthetic&lt;br&gt;Unmoved&lt;br&gt;Undisturbed&lt;br&gt;Estranged&lt;br&gt;Hoping&lt;br&gt;Cynical&lt;br&gt;Jaded&lt;br&gt;Empty&lt;br&gt;Expired&lt;p&gt;My life, as an expired frozen dinner.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-8080381127995006332?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8080381127995006332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=8080381127995006332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8080381127995006332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8080381127995006332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2010/07/unloved-frozen-dinner.html' title='Unloved frozen dinner'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1315913051033274282</id><published>2010-05-14T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:46:00.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>Finally Friday&lt;p&gt;The day is Friday&lt;br&gt;The day is a good day&lt;br&gt;The sun is out&lt;br&gt;No clouds in the sky&lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s even good music coming over the pipes&lt;p&gt;On the the train, but on today&lt;br&gt;I write a rhyme about the day&lt;br&gt;I hope it will be good&lt;br&gt;With much work to get done&lt;br&gt;A lunch with wings&lt;br&gt;Mmmmm, what fun!&lt;br&gt;Cherry coke and buffalo wings&lt;br&gt;Choice of mac or some greens?&lt;br&gt;I count my blessings because I know&lt;br&gt;I make enough to pay my own&lt;p&gt;As you read my silly rhyme,&lt;br&gt;I hope you smiled as you pass the time&lt;br&gt;As the seconds count down to five,&lt;br&gt;Take a deep breath,&lt;br&gt;Be glad we are alive.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope everyone that is on this email (BCC of course!) will have a good day! ;)&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1315913051033274282?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1315913051033274282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=1315913051033274282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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weekend is in full swing&lt;BR&gt;  The day before Sunday&lt;BR&gt;  To remind us, ok for another drink.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  The day before the final round,&lt;BR&gt;  One more on the tee.&lt;BR&gt;  The day before the 500.&lt;BR&gt;  Once more around, just for speed.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  Some partake the Sabeth&lt;BR&gt;  While others disco the Stu&lt;BR&gt;  Some work the third shift&lt;BR&gt;  Just to have some food&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  From faith to the faithless&lt;BR&gt;  From gay to the straight&lt;BR&gt;  For the old and the young&lt;BR&gt;  And every other way&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  Gather your thoughts&lt;BR&gt;  Take pride in what is you&lt;BR&gt;  Saturday is here&lt;BR&gt;  I drink, to you.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  My Saturday.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-4387399928325712381?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-3836064576162555068</id><published>2010-05-06T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T08:14:57.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Nurses</title><content type='html'>By now you 2 should&amp;#39;ve finished your last exam, and drank the last drink from Cinco de Mayo.  Today is a new day and hopefully soon, future nurses.&lt;p&gt;For B n J.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-3836064576162555068?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3836064576162555068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=3836064576162555068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3836064576162555068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3836064576162555068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2010/05/future-nurses.html' title='Future Nurses'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-5563111556808872059</id><published>2010-03-25T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:15:32.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hesistation</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;A note before Friday&lt;BR&gt;  Some things left unsaid&lt;BR&gt;  Walking away is never easy&lt;BR&gt;  With the bill unpaid&lt;BR&gt;  One meal&lt;BR&gt;  One drink&lt;BR&gt;  One dessert&lt;BR&gt;  One gaze&lt;BR&gt;  Across the bar&lt;BR&gt;  I see her.&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-5563111556808872059?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5563111556808872059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=5563111556808872059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5563111556808872059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5563111556808872059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2010/03/hesistation.html' title='Hesistation'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-7801177098678699199</id><published>2009-12-31T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:07:11.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cracker'/><title type='text'>I'm a great guy - but</title><content type='html'>i am a great guy&lt;br /&gt;i don't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;i don't drink&lt;br /&gt;i hold the doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a great guy&lt;br /&gt;hard to beat&lt;br /&gt;taller then the rest&lt;br /&gt;nice, not like a pest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a great guy&lt;br /&gt;cock pix aren't for me.&lt;br /&gt;respect is what you get&lt;br /&gt;when you are with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a great guy&lt;br /&gt;with a sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;dash of wit, pinch of charm&lt;br /&gt;not so stinky like a piece of parm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a great guy&lt;br /&gt;i even have height&lt;br /&gt;but i can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;because i'm not white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-7801177098678699199?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7801177098678699199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=7801177098678699199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7801177098678699199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7801177098678699199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-great-guy-but.html' title='I&apos;m a great guy - but'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-5850820158064035278</id><published>2009-12-30T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:11:24.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexandria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SWM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice guy'/><title type='text'>Nice Guys, Click Here... - 42 (Alexandria)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well, it's the end of 2010 and as I am looking through craigslist, I came across this ad thinking it could be different.  Then again, if I posted it here, would it be any different?  Otherwise, you wouldn't be reading this now, would you?  Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"But if you are a nice guy and you want to meet a very nice girl who is a good cook, great friend and supportive partner then by all means drop me a line."  Just be sure you're white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- original post --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a SWF, 6 feet, auburn hair, blue eyes, looking for a tall SWM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a nice girl who is feeling a little disillusioned about the men I have been meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, I have met some guys and they are nice at first, but then something goes dreadfully wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It seems I meet someone and the first thing they want to do is talk about is sex! They don't want to know what I like to do for fun, where I grew up, what my favorite food is, no, they want to discuss various aspects of sex. I don't lead the conversation to that topic, these guys do it all by themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Either that, or they just want to have sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, classy, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That may be fine for some girls, but I would rather meet someone of substance who is kind, considerate, respectful and courteous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, let's explore this...Sex is a great thing. In the appropriate time and place, it is wonderful, beautiful. However, a first date or when we are getting to know each other (online or on the phone) is NOT the appropriate time or place to talk about sex. I have actually had guys open their first email or phone conversations with me by talking about sex (some getting very graphic). When I tell them I am not comfortable discussing that with them at this time, they tell me that sex is "very, very important" and they need to know how "compatible" we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I see that as putting the cart before the horse. I want to know the PERSON first. The rest will come in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are driven by your hormones or think with your p**** then you probably aren't the guy for me. If you think it is absolutely vital that the first conversation we have should be about sex then you probably aren't the guy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you want something of substance and have evolved beyond the cave man mentality (most of the time anyway) then I would love to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a SWF, 6 feet tall, auburn hair, blue eyes, HWP, independent, good job, single mom, good head on my shoulders and know what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would like to meet a SWM, 6 feet or taller (5'10" or so is OK too) with a larger frame (even if you are carrying a few extra pounds, that is fine by me - I seem to be drawn to that body type anyway). However, I really don't have a "type." My priorities in finding someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Good Character (honest, loyal, kind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So if you are a single white male who possesses these traits, I would like to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am not attaching a photo here. I don't want guys to look at a photo and fire off an email without reading what I have here because if you aren't what I described here the quite frankly you are wasting your time and mine. However, if we exchange an email or two and we like what the other has to say, then send me a photo and I will return the favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just want to meet someone nice. I really am not interested in debating this post. This is how I feel and you will not change my mind. I have an open mind about a lot of things, but I will not compromise my core values and no one is going to force me or intimidate me (I don't get intimidated) into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But if you are a nice guy and you want to meet a very nice girl who is a good cook, great friend and supportive partner then by all means drop me a line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Location: Alexandria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- end of post --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-5850820158064035278?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5850820158064035278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=5850820158064035278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5850820158064035278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5850820158064035278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/12/nice-guys-click-here-42-alexandria.html' title='Nice Guys, Click Here... - 42 (Alexandria)'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-7344325366195810336</id><published>2009-12-05T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:44:59.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to snowballs</title><content type='html'>Snowballs away,&lt;br&gt;Snowballs accumuluate.&lt;br&gt;The white is abundant,&lt;br&gt;Now to celebrate.&lt;br&gt;A throw, and a splat, all good fun.&lt;br&gt;A hug, a kiss, and time to run.&lt;br&gt;*splat!!!*&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-7344325366195810336?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7344325366195810336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=7344325366195810336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7344325366195810336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7344325366195810336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/12/ode-to-snowballs.html' title='Ode to snowballs'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-2780424099105577830</id><published>2009-11-18T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:23:02.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>A year ago we met&lt;br&gt;A year ago you wept&lt;br&gt;In a year you grew&lt;br&gt;In a year time flew&lt;p&gt;Another year to be.&lt;p&gt;Another for you.&lt;br&gt;Another year for me.&lt;p&gt;Welcome home.&lt;br&gt;Pete&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-2780424099105577830?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2780424099105577830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=2780424099105577830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2780424099105577830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2780424099105577830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-8804605013265856721</id><published>2009-11-05T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:51:39.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what I want, but I know I want white</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="firstHeading"&gt;If You're Tall and Funny You May Just Be Perfect - 25 (Alexandria)&lt;/h2&gt;Date: 2009-11-05, 11:01PM EST&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; "&gt;&lt;form method="GET" action="http://nextmobileweb.com/craigslist/search_form/http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/reply/1453588502/NMW_TRANS/http%3A%2F%2Fwashingtondc.craigslist.org%2Fnva%2Fw4m%2F1453588502.html%2F" id="reply" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;button type="submit" value="Reply To This Post"&gt;Reply To This Post&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I could sit here and type out all the things I might want in a guy, but  what if I say blond hair and you have brown, but could otherwise be a great match for me, and you move on? So I'll just list a few basic musts&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Must be:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	tall (over 6 feet)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	white&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	24-28&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	single&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	open to a serious relationship&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	funny&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	fit (you don't need to have a six pack – though that's always a plus – but I'm athletic, fit, and like to keep in shape, and so should you)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	tall (5'9")&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	130lbs, athletic build&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	light brown hair&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	freckles&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	a thing for nerdy guys (seriously, if I'm attracted to you and you're a nerd, we may be a perfect match)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;•	a job I can't tell you much about, or I'd have to kill you ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm looking for more than just a hook up, more than just chatting online. I'm ready for a serious  relationship if it becomes that, but hope that it just starts with good company, good conversation, and a good time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm from California, born and raised, moved out here a month ago for work. I have a master's degree in physics and I work in aerospace. I love good stand up comedy (Dane Cook is my favorite, so if you think he's a douche bag, that could be a problem). I'm a sucker for romantic comedies, and would love a guy who didn't mind watching an occasional one with me, though I wouldn't force a guy to watch if he'd be miserable and/or bored. I'm a democrat, so if you're a hard-core republican, I'm definitely not the girl for you. I'm not a super girly girl: I don't wear a lot of dresses or skirts (though I do own some); I don't take hours to get ready to go out; I don't own 100 pairs of shoes or spend money on facials and manicures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So if anything I've said caught your eye, I'd love to hear  from you. Please tell me about yourself, and also include a picture or you won't hear back from me (hey, I'm posting mine on the internet, you could at least include yours in your first response to me).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul class="blurbs" style="padding-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Location: Alexandria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-8804605013265856721?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8804605013265856721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=8804605013265856721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8804605013265856721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8804605013265856721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know-what-i-want-but-i-know-i.html' title='I don&apos;t know what I want, but I know I want white'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-3002184327803704564</id><published>2009-11-02T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:04:02.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typos'/><title type='text'>Blond Looking 4 Bald White Male</title><content type='html'>Looking for a guy with a bike who loves to ride but doesnt have to be hard core in it meaning: books tight pants etc Must be white and between 31 and 39 years old only... Bald, tattoos, piercings, lookingg for friends for starters....... I like a bald guy with tattos, piercings, a bike, who doesnt mind wearing a wifebeater (tank) and loose jeans on hot day or cool day... Must like kids as well.. Are you in a relationship, married, separted, single, and unhappy.... I would make a great listener and best friend... Dont be shy email me pics and go from there. Noone under 31 or over 39!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: stafford,va&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-3002184327803704564?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3002184327803704564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=3002184327803704564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3002184327803704564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3002184327803704564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/11/blond-looking-4-bald-white-male.html' title='Blond Looking 4 Bald White Male'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-7969201985513491713</id><published>2009-10-19T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:26:24.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strictly platonic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy set'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>Nothing against fat/non-white person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So what's wrong with the following ad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nice chilly day, I love cold weather! Don't want to stay home all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;day....... anyone interested in meeting for few drinks. It would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nice to meet up with someone new and chat. SWPM ONLY! you should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fit to average, I have nothing against heavy set people just not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;attracted to that body type. Age 35 and up. Please attach a PICTURE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with your reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wonder which one is a bigger deal breaker?  The fat part? or the non-white part?  What makes it funny is that this is for a strictly platonic ad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-7969201985513491713?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7969201985513491713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=7969201985513491713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7969201985513491713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7969201985513491713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-against-fatnon-white-person.html' title='Nothing against fat/non-white person'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-6425851940024321763</id><published>2009-07-18T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:46:14.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out-going'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body piercings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long blond hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brown eyes'/><title type='text'>Pretty, fun, 22 year old girl!! - 22 (nova)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- original post --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: I’ll be 22 in less than a week. Don’t work out ever, and eat constantly, and am neither rail skinny or a pound overweight. I am 5’2”. I am sarcastic a lot, maybe a little bitchy, but most of the time I’m 100% light spirited about it, and am always honest. That being said, I am pretty... too pretty for CL. Long blond hair, tan, big brown eyes, pretty smile- that is white (because HEY! I don’t smoke!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a pretty fun and easy job right now, I will be finished with my BA in business in about a month or so, and will have to search for a real job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why am I resorting to CL? Because I’m not interested in any of the guys I already know, and don’t want to meet anyone at a bar, and am literally lost as to where else to meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OK, who makes the cut? Anyone who is around my age, 22 to 25 AND doesn’t smoke (not because I’m some nut, it just makes me cough) AND doesn’t have any weird tattoos or piercings AND lives somewhere near my area, or is willing to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You can be shy or outgoing, it doesn’t matter, I’m outgoing enough for the both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh.. and one more thing. Only white boys need respond. Preferably Irish?? And, could you send a picture? Thanks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Location: nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- end post --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thank-you again for wasting my time only to find out at the very end you only want white guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-6425851940024321763?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6425851940024321763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=6425851940024321763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6425851940024321763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6425851940024321763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-fun-22-year-old-girl-22-nova.html' title='Pretty, fun, 22 year old girl!! - 22 (nova)'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-4265494270868326414</id><published>2009-07-15T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:52:42.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attractive white young professional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SWM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free food'/><title type='text'>Are you a White Young Professional? Free beer/food on Thursday - 30 (Arlington)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- original post --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are a really cool, laid back and attractive white young professional guy, there's a pool party this Thursday, free beer and food. This ad is not for college kids or a hook up, rather for some fun/mature young professionals to hang out with. You can bring a friend or two, guy or a girl doesn't matter. I will be there with some friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- end post --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yeah, because white people go so much better with mayonnaise.  You are probably going to be there with your other white friends, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-4265494270868326414?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4265494270868326414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=4265494270868326414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/4265494270868326414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/4265494270868326414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-white-young-professional-free.html' title='Are you a White Young Professional? Free beer/food on Thursday - 30 (Arlington)'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-3927104319649887818</id><published>2009-07-04T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:49:43.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachelorette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deceit'/><title type='text'>Vegas vs Debt</title><content type='html'>One reason why I like facebook is because you can catch people in their own web of lies and deceit.  Why should you pay someone back when it's much more fun to go to Vegas for a 30th/bachelorette party.  I mean, the reason is quite obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-3927104319649887818?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3927104319649887818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=3927104319649887818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3927104319649887818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3927104319649887818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/07/vegas-vs-debt.html' title='Vegas vs Debt'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1758562820794117125</id><published>2009-04-26T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:15:21.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Girl ISO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- original post --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know craigslist isn't the most fashionable website at the moment, but I am kinda lonely and the summer nights are coming up and I can't seem to meet the kind of man I crave in this area! Very political, you know? Anyways, I am a very driven and open-minded girl, with a passion for cooking, the beach, and silliness. If you are white, tall, thin-medium build, with dark hair and dark eyes, I would love to hear from you. I am a very attractive brunette with a bangin' body and you WILL NOT be disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- end of post --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If she claim to be "open-minded" then why is she only looking for a white guy?  Why not a black guy?  Why not a brown one?  Or even a yellow one?  Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1758562820794117125?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1758562820794117125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=1758562820794117125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1758562820794117125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1758562820794117125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/04/city-girl-iso.html' title='City Girl ISO?'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-2325876231940081676</id><published>2009-04-18T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:30:58.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let the door you on the way out</title><content type='html'>You don&amp;#39;t want to visit my facebook?  Awww...that is too bad....it is where I put all my pictures from my travels.  But that&amp;#39;s ok!  We can&amp;#39;t all be as cool as you, LOL!&lt;p&gt;Well, attached is my picture.  Feel free to make a few guesses about me and if you think those guesses make it worth your while to write me back, please do so.  Hooray!  If you don&amp;#39;t like the possibilities of your guesses, then hey, don&amp;#39;t let the door hit ya on the way out :-)&lt;p&gt;Have a great Saturday!!!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-2325876231940081676?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2325876231940081676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=2325876231940081676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2325876231940081676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2325876231940081676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-let-door-you-on-way-out.html' title='Don&apos;t let the door you on the way out'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1499147343764990088</id><published>2009-02-26T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T03:11:25.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendzone</title><content type='html'>Ahh, the all too familiar topic of the friendzone.  There is no denying it.  The constant struggle to understand where that line is and when not to cross it.  However, a clear example when you know you are in the friendzone is when she tells you &amp;quot;I think I&amp;#39;ve met someone&amp;quot;.  If there is ever a time when there is a signal, this is definitely one of those times.&lt;p&gt;But hey, at least you know she can rely on you when she needs to make that 7am flight out of Dulles.  That is what friends are for.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1499147343764990088?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1499147343764990088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=1499147343764990088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1499147343764990088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1499147343764990088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendzone.html' title='Friendzone'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1663486908206049668</id><published>2009-02-23T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:13:01.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica from Vienna Metro'/><title type='text'>Jessica, from Vienna Metro</title><content type='html'>Oops, I did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really.  Not as bad as Britney anyways.  On my way tonight, however, I did manage to say hi to a random girl that sat in front of me.  She had blond hair that went past her shoulders that flowed like the wind, even though it was strangely cold on the metro.  The few times I caught her profile, I was able to catch a glimpse of her long black eye lashes.  Usually, I notice that a lot of woman's lashes clump together when they are long, but not this time.  Despite their noticeable length, they were very clean, and slightly curled, but not clumpy.  Her face, on the other hand did seem like she either spends a lot of time in the sun, or she spends a lot of time at the tanning booth.  It looked good, but I don't know how long her skin can put up with that kind of treatment.  She had on a black, winter pea-coat that covered her tightly, accented with a pink scarf around her neck.  Interestingly enough, and I don't see this too often, she had white pin-striped pants.  As she left the metro car and walked onto the platform, her pointy toe heels made the typical heel clicks against the cold hard cement.  Over her right shoulder she had a black oversized quilt-like bag with the letter "J" done in gold colored embroider.  She stood approximately close to my shoulders and I believe she was probably either a size 2 or 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smelled like freshly baked cookies.  I don't know if it was her, or someone else that sat behind me, but it smelled good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was about 5 paces in front of me as we left the metro car.  Then, another girl came in front of me as we were making our way up the escalator.  As we approached the metro gates, she veered to the right, I veered two gates over to the left.  As the crowd get mixed up between the gates, I somehow ended up in front of her.  I slowed down.  Waited.  Then I turned around to find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was.  She was fiddling with her metro card.  I made my approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lost boy at the mall, I lightly tapped her on the shoulders.  At first, she probably thought I was just bumping into her when I said "excuse me".  Then, I said "excuse me" again and she pulled out her earbuds and looked at me.  I wasn't nervous, but at the same time, I wasn't sure what I was doing.  I asked her "exucse me, what's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Jessica."  I said to her that I had sat behind her and that I had wanted to ask her what her name was.  But there was a guy sitting next to me, so it was a bit weird.  I told her "I just wanted to tell you how pretty you looked".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to me "that is so nice of you, thank-you".  At least I think she said thank-you, but I don't really care.  She did definitely say "that is so nice of you" and that was gratitude enough.  A totally hot girl.  I complimented her, and the world didn't end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put back on her earbuds, and we went our separate ways.  She went to the right toward the Vienna South Parking Garage as I walked to my ghetto secret parking location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have done more than just ask her for her name, but hey, I totally asked her for her name and I think that is pretty good.  I got her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whereever you are tonight Jessica.  I thank-you for making me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1663486908206049668?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1663486908206049668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=1663486908206049668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1663486908206049668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1663486908206049668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/02/jessica-from-vienna-metro.html' title='Jessica, from Vienna Metro'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-3626040262929272203</id><published>2009-01-02T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:42:57.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SWM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open minded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easy going'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curvy woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easy to talk to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='independent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honest'/><title type='text'>Just One of those...... - 51 (NOVA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- original ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Date: 2009-01-02, 5:09PM EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here I am...just one of those mature, curvy woman that most CL men reject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am soooo much more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smart, sexy, sensual, stable, independent, open minded,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;honest, faithful, easy going and easy to talk to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are SWM...age 45-58...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and want a real woman who can be your best friend and more...please respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Location: NOVA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- end of ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Here I am... just one of those mature, skinny man that you rejected because I am not white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I am soooo much more...just not very tolerant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-3626040262929272203?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3626040262929272203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=3626040262929272203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3626040262929272203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3626040262929272203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-one-of-those-51-nova.html' title='Just One of those...... - 51 (NOVA)'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-2030016828413961</id><published>2009-01-02T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:39:31.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montgomery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The south'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1809'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confederate'/><title type='text'>Drink date? - 35 (Fairfax-Herndon-Reston)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- original ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Date: 2009-01-02, 5:16PM EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just looking for an old-school date - you know the kind, two people meet for a drink and, if we're both having a good time, possibly have some dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ideally, I would love to find a successful, tall, engaging SWM that is easy going and can just enjoy a relaxing evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As for myself, professional, optimistic, adventurous, 5'9" SWF just looking for a normal guy to enjoy the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Location: Fairfax-Herndon-Reston &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- end of ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;When she said old school she wasn't kidding.  She is kicking it like it's 1809.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-2030016828413961?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2030016828413961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=2030016828413961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2030016828413961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2030016828413961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2009/01/drink-date-35-fairfax-herndon-reston.html' title='Drink date? - 35 (Fairfax-Herndon-Reston)'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-4130165773814360792</id><published>2008-12-31T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:40:51.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington D.C.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial dating'/><title type='text'>Something new for a new year...Asian? - 27 (DC)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- original ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Date: 2008-12-31, 2:59PM EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just kinda bored at work today, and something dawned on me: I have dated people from all ethnicities, but for some reason I have never had the opportunity to date anyone of Asian descent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A little about me: attractive 27yo, white, blond, professional female living and working in D.C. Have my stuff together, looking for the same. No kids, but I adore my cats. I like to read, jog, and enjoy good, humorous company. I LOVE to travel. I'm pretty independent and strong-willed, but I am also open to other perspectives and adept at compromise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just kind of curious who is out there. Hoping to meet someone attractive, honest, positive, hopefully a bit outdoorsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm in no hurry, so I'd ideally like to exchange pics and e-mails, have a few phone conversations before meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If this has piqued your interest and you'd like to know more and think we might hit it off, them shoot me an e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Location: DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- end of ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Now how come we don't have more ads like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-4130165773814360792?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4130165773814360792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=4130165773814360792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/4130165773814360792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/4130165773814360792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-new-for-new-yearasian-27-dc.html' title='Something new for a new year...Asian? - 27 (DC)'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1472744755161417166</id><published>2008-12-08T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:46:36.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city wok'/><title type='text'>Chinese Restaurant Tables and those who move them</title><content type='html'>"People who come into a restaurant, rearrange the tables, eat, leave, and don't put back the tables from where they originally found them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/ST0y3OFaiNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Fm3zyr9aEko/s1600-h/citywok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/ST0y3OFaiNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Fm3zyr9aEko/s200/citywok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277430262603090130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my observation.  Here I was at my usual Chinese take out place.  It's cheap, and actually fairly genuine.  The menu is mostly americanized but they have a few dishes that is catered to the chinese palette.  Pretty good all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am minding my business and I noticed this big family of adults and children, roughly 15 or so individuals in the group.  They pulled a bunch of tables together so that they could all sit and eat together.  No big deal.  People do that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bugs me the most is that after this group was done eating none of the adults bothered to put the tables back to their original position.  How do I know?  Well, each table is supposed to be by themselves and not placed next to each other.  This group had 4 tables placed next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not seem like a big deal but what happened to common courtesy?  If these kids were playing with their toys at home, and when they were done they didn't put them back, what do you think their parents would say?  Do you think it is appropriate for you to go to the supermarket push around one of their carts and when you were done just ditched it at by the curb where you parked, not even to at least return the cart to the cart return corral or back to wherever you got the cart in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember VHS?  Some of you may not remember that not too long ago when you used to rent movies on VHS it was common courtesy for you to "be kind, please rewind".  What happened to those days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is just me but I suppose people are getting lamer by the day.  Quit being lame people and pick up after yourselves.  Clearly you're not setting a good example for your kids because none of them bothered to do what you should have done in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you!  Booo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1472744755161417166?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1472744755161417166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=1472744755161417166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1472744755161417166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1472744755161417166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/12/chinese-restaurant-tables-and-those-who.html' title='Chinese Restaurant Tables and those who move them'/><author><name>personal ads</name><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/_2sEukVW6gEg/ST0y3OFaiNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Fm3zyr9aEko/s72-c/citywok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-8141453120269703778</id><published>2008-12-04T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:43:42.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget</title><content type='html'>One strange and ironic thing so far this morning (only because I have somehow forgotten the second thing on my drive to the metro):&lt;p&gt;1.  The lighting of the christmas and the double standard that we take on homelessness in the district of columbia vs the rest of world.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not that I don&amp;#39;t have the christmas spirit, but we spend all this money on a pair of christmas tree (in front of the capitol and near the wite house) celebrating christmas each and every year.  In an economic struggle such as the one we are in, is the money really well spent?  In the back drop of that, we have homeless people and families wandering around the district, not having a place to sleep, little to no money for food, but forced to see TWO christmas tree lit up like a couple of fire crackers on the Fourth of July.  We might as well have a buffet of food and camping supplies all laid out somewhere but put them behind a wall of electrically charged barbed wire fence and taunt them with it as the rest of us watch in joy as each one try to claim their unwinnable prize; like a sadistic robot arm reaching for that cuddly teddy bear, each attempt only 25 cents.&lt;p&gt;We are suppose to be the symbol of hope for the rest of the world?  There are those a stone throw away from the epic center of all this &amp;quot;hopefulness&amp;quot; that can&amp;#39;t even afford a warm cup of soup let alone dream that they can make it past this already blistering cold autumn.&lt;p&gt;Hope?&lt;p&gt;How about a drum stick?  A chicken wing?  How about a jacket and a pair of gloves?  How about some heat?  Don&amp;#39;t talk about how the trees are 50% more energy efficient than last year&amp;#39;s tree when the money you spend this year is 100% as wasteful as the amount you squandered last year.&lt;p&gt;As long as the Washington D.C. continue to be the cesspool, we are sending the message and telling the rest of the world that it is ok to have your cake, slice after slice, and not have to share that cake with the people from which it claims to serve.&lt;p&gt;Give me liberty or give me death.  Perhaps it ought to be&lt;p&gt;Give me a drum stick or give me ass.&lt;p&gt;In reality, we are all getting fucked up the rear.  Maybe we have more in common with our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters than we really want to admit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-8141453120269703778?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8141453120269703778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=8141453120269703778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8141453120269703778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8141453120269703778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I forget'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-8755605762958592574</id><published>2008-11-09T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:26:27.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Moss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New England Patriots'/><title type='text'>Randy Moss is the man and got screwed</title><content type='html'>Randy Moss got screwed this past week when he made the comment that some questionable calls were made.  What does he get for such a general comment?  A fine of $20,000 from the National Football League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair?  I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-8755605762958592574?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8755605762958592574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=8755605762958592574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8755605762958592574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8755605762958592574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/11/randy-moss-is-man-and-got-screwed.html' title='Randy Moss is the man and got screwed'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-343378354201449162</id><published>2008-11-08T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:26:46.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><title type='text'>President Elect Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>Fast forward to 57 minutes and then you will see why Senator Barack Obama is now President Elect Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4yVlPqeZwo#t=57m00s"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4yVlPqeZwo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-343378354201449162?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/343378354201449162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=343378354201449162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/343378354201449162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/343378354201449162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-elect-obama.html' title='President Elect Barack Obama'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-6143047253931558091</id><published>2008-10-30T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T05:27:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I apologize for cutting you off</title><content type='html'>To the silver chevrolet malibu that I cut off this morning, I do greatly apologize.  But you were just driving a tad slow and needed to be passed.  Again, sorry if I scared you there this morning.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from a Blackberry device provisioned by the oppressive telecommunications that is Verizon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-6143047253931558091?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6143047253931558091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=6143047253931558091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6143047253931558091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6143047253931558091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-apologize-for-cutting-you-off.html' title='I apologize for cutting you off'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1314143309207187104</id><published>2008-10-21T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:18:26.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle eastern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='european'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caucasian'/><title type='text'>Rescue Me from my Loneliness - 33 (Arlington)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So you are looking for someone who is open minded.  Yet, you are only looking for someone who is "caucasian/middle eastern/european"?  I wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- begin ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just want someone to put an end to this seemingly forever loneliness I've been feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm just going to be honest and I'm sorry if this offends anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want a man to take care of my needs. Don't get me wrong, I am an incredibly accomplished, intelligent, charismatic, lively, compassionate, realistic, beautiful, funny, loving, caring woman. The thing is, I'm wanting to just take a sigh... not have to deal with everything on my own, and just be loved and pampered. Yes, I've had boyfriends and fiances. Very, very long relationships to some very, very brief ones. But that's a moot point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want a good man, a gentleman, someone over 6 feet tall, over 38 years old, caucasion/middle eastern/european, who's incredibly intelligent, open-minded, financially stable, extremely loving, understanding of passion, loves to laugh, incredibly kind and sincere, and willing to take me into his arms and take care of me, in every which way possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Too much to ask?? Maybe. But what do I have to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please, if you are going to reply, don't do so with immature, crazy, corny, sexually-related responses. I'm not interested so don't waste your time or mine. Also, don't ask for my picture unless you've already sent yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- end of ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1314143309207187104?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1314143309207187104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=1314143309207187104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1314143309207187104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1314143309207187104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/10/rescue-me-from-my-loneliness-33.html' title='Rescue Me from my Loneliness - 33 (Arlington)'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-229625527020560200</id><published>2008-07-30T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:32:05.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOG - The Bounty Hunter</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;p&gt;The show is back on A&amp;amp;E!!!!!!!!  I am so happy :-)&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-229625527020560200?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/229625527020560200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=229625527020560200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/229625527020560200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/229625527020560200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/07/dog-bounty-hunter.html' title='DOG - The Bounty Hunter'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-7108964849791947704</id><published>2008-07-24T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:54:47.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital plantation owner'/><title type='text'>29 FEMALE TIRED OF FINDING THE WRONG GUY - 29 (ALEXANDRIA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wow... what a requirement to have just to land a date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to: pers-768900135@craigslist.org&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2008-07-24, 9:34PM EDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make this short and sweet. I am 29 5'8 blonde/brown hair blue eyes. I am sarcastic, goofy, and I can be sweet if the right person brings it out in me. I am looking for a guy 25-34 close to Alexandria who is at least my height if not taller, has a job, car, own place. I have all 3 and im tired of finding the guys who dont. I have pictures but will only send if a picture is sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Location: ALEXANDRIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-7108964849791947704?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7108964849791947704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=7108964849791947704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7108964849791947704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7108964849791947704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/07/29-female-tired-of-finding-wrong-guy-29.html' title='29 FEMALE TIRED OF FINDING THE WRONG GUY - 29 (ALEXANDRIA)'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-8547935661501633216</id><published>2008-07-12T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:36:38.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shallow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vain'/><title type='text'>looking for a very attractive, nice guy (DC)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wow, I came across an ad on craigslist tonight and it reminded me just why I had originally started this blog several years back, to point out crazy ads such as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- Begin ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Date: 2008-07-12, 10:46PM EDT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi. I'm newly single and looking for someone with whom to explore the city and my new freedom. If you can find any situation entertaining, and enjoy everything from seedy bars to fine dining to people-watching at Caps games, we might have some fun together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;About me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm a very attractive, professional woman looking for something more stimulating than a one-night-stand. I live and work in DC and enjoy much of what the city has to offer. I have a post-graduate degree and I speak/write in complete, grammatically correct sentences. I find humor in odd things sometimes. I like activities such as listening to live music, reading, museums, good food, cooking, travel, people-watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I find men with classic good looks particularly appealing. Someone with a great sense of humor is a plus as I enjoy smiling and laughing. Physically, I generally find men who are white, over 6' tall, athletic, between 28ish and 38ish, with a great smile of interest. You should be able to speak intelligently about a variety of subjects, be single, and be looking for a casual-at-first "relationship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are interested in finding out more about me, please reply with a recent, clear picture. I'm happy to send one back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Location: DC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- end of ad --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-8547935661501633216?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8547935661501633216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=8547935661501633216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8547935661501633216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8547935661501633216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-for-very-attractive-nice-guy-dc.html' title='looking for a very attractive, nice guy (DC)'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-2873176075226773568</id><published>2008-07-12T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:13:51.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='closure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toni Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christina Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><title type='text'>Toni Braxton - I don't want to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;As I was going through one of my external hard drives today, I came across one of my many mp3s from the 90s.  As I was going through the collection, I found a copy of Toni Braxton's "I don't want to" and even though the song is over 10 years old, the message is timeless.  Take a listen, this song needs no explanation.  To the many people out there who are going through a lost love, or simply a broken heart, I dedicate this song to all of us as we share our moment in sorrow together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="player"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://filebox.vt.edu/users/pyang/april/musicplayer.swf?song_url=http://www.cvts.org.vt.edu/blog/idontwantto.rbs" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://filebox.vt.edu/users/pyang/april/musicplayer.swf?song_url=http://www.cvts.org.vt.edu/blog/idontwantto.rbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toni Braxton - I don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't feel like company at home.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I don't want to do the things I used to do.&lt;br /&gt;Baby since I lost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to sing another love song babe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hum another melody.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live my life without you babe yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy (crazy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like smiling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't had the peace to sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you went away, baby my whole life has changed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to love and I don't want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to sing another love song babe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hum another melody.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live my life without you babe yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy (crazy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna laugh, I don't wanna play.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk, I don't have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to tour, forget the show how can I go on.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to sing another love song babe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hum another melody.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live my life without you babe yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy (crazy).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-2873176075226773568?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2873176075226773568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=2873176075226773568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2873176075226773568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2873176075226773568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/07/toni-braxton-i-dont-want-to.html' title='Toni Braxton - I don&apos;t want to'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-7116611023124901372</id><published>2008-06-22T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:57:22.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story telling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One of the boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80s pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><title type='text'>Katy Perry - One Of The Boys</title><content type='html'>Now, this is very unusual.  A new artist from L.A. named Katy Perry recently released new album by the name "One Of the Boys."  I have been listening to the first track which takes after the name of the album (or vice-versa) and I must admit it has a little of a throw-back to the 80s pop, with a side of punk, blended with a good story to tell through the lyrics.  I could be wrong, but you can be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="player"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://filebox.vt.edu/users/pyang/april/musicplayer.swf?song_url=http://www.cvts.org.vt.edu/blog/oneoftheboys.rbs" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://filebox.vt.edu/users/pyang/april/musicplayer.swf?song_url=http://www.cvts.org.vt.edu/blog/oneoftheboys.rbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry - One Of The Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a spider&lt;br /&gt;I didn't scream&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can belch&lt;br /&gt;The alphabet&lt;br /&gt;Just double dog&lt;br /&gt;Dare me&lt;br /&gt;And I chose&lt;br /&gt;Guitar over ballet&lt;br /&gt;And I take&lt;br /&gt;These suckers down&lt;br /&gt;Because they just&lt;br /&gt;Get in my way&lt;br /&gt;The way&lt;br /&gt;You look at me&lt;br /&gt;Is kinda like&lt;br /&gt;A little sister&lt;br /&gt;Rubbed&lt;br /&gt;By your goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;And it leaves me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but blisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;So I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;To prove to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm neither&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls&lt;br /&gt;Pretty in pearls&lt;br /&gt;Not one of the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the summer&lt;br /&gt;Something changed&lt;br /&gt;I started reading 17&lt;br /&gt;And shaving my legs&lt;br /&gt;And I study&lt;br /&gt;The litter religously&lt;br /&gt;And I walked&lt;br /&gt;Right into school&lt;br /&gt;And caught you&lt;br /&gt;Drooling over me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know&lt;br /&gt;What you know&lt;br /&gt;But now your gonna have&lt;br /&gt;To take a number&lt;br /&gt;It's ok&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;But not until I get my&lt;br /&gt;Diamond ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;To prove to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm neither&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls&lt;br /&gt;So pretty in pearl&lt;br /&gt;Not one of the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a flower&lt;br /&gt;Not a dirty weed&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna smell&lt;br /&gt;Like roses&lt;br /&gt;Not a baseball team&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;Your gonnna&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make out&lt;br /&gt;Make out, make out&lt;br /&gt;Touch my boob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna be)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna be)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be one&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be&lt;br /&gt;One of the girs&lt;br /&gt;So pretty in pearls&lt;br /&gt;Not one of the boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-7116611023124901372?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7116611023124901372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=7116611023124901372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7116611023124901372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7116611023124901372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/06/katy-perry-one-of-boys.html' title='Katy Perry - One Of The Boys'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-2674670000806351943</id><published>2008-06-22T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:08:30.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Shu-Yu Lin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Tsang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winds of September'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIFF'/><title type='text'>Winds of September takes award at SIFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/SF6GuFmBhMI/AAAAAAAAADM/C4Nuz0RaylI/s1600-h/windsofseptember_SIFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/SF6GuFmBhMI/AAAAAAAAADM/C4Nuz0RaylI/s400/windsofseptember_SIFF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214753544875377858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-2674670000806351943?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2674670000806351943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=2674670000806351943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2674670000806351943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2674670000806351943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/06/winds-of-september-takes-award-at-siff.html' title='Winds of September takes award at SIFF'/><author><name>personal ads</name><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/_2sEukVW6gEg/SF6GuFmBhMI/AAAAAAAAADM/C4Nuz0RaylI/s72-c/windsofseptember_SIFF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-4491758689107910077</id><published>2008-06-21T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:29:15.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numb3rs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy Kay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brutus'/><title type='text'>Jeremy Kay - I am alive</title><content type='html'>I had a dream the sky was set on fire&lt;br /&gt;and a thousand different colours falling down&lt;br /&gt;in my dream I was so inspired&lt;br /&gt;I think it means a change is coming round&lt;br /&gt;a change is coming round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see it all so very clear&lt;br /&gt;looking through the bright eyes of a child&lt;br /&gt;those storms raging all around&lt;br /&gt;I could only see the other side&lt;br /&gt;see the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what comes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;and that's all I need today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I awoke colours began to fade&lt;br /&gt;like a rainbow disappearing before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but somehow the inspiration still remains&lt;br /&gt;I think it means a new day has arrived&lt;br /&gt;a new day has arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what comes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;and that's all I need today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-4491758689107910077?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4491758689107910077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=4491758689107910077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/4491758689107910077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/4491758689107910077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/06/jeremy-kay-i-am-alive.html' title='Jeremy Kay - I am alive'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-3516579240924025759</id><published>2008-06-11T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:37:37.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing more fun than to be parked in the metro</title><content type='html'>Well, I&amp;#39;ve been on the metro for almost an hour long now for a ride that should only take 40 minutes and we haven&amp;#39;t even gotten half way through.  So much fun!!!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-3516579240924025759?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3516579240924025759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=3516579240924025759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3516579240924025759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3516579240924025759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-more-fun-than-to-be-parked-in.html' title='Nothing more fun than to be parked in the metro'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-6201893805973331842</id><published>2008-06-10T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:02:31.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You thought about me today</title><content type='html'>Nearly after two months, you actually did think about me.  I am quite shocked.  This only goes to show that I have no clue at all about women, LOL!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-6201893805973331842?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6201893805973331842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=6201893805973331842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6201893805973331842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6201893805973331842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-thought-about-me-today.html' title='You thought about me today'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-5068298974275536874</id><published>2008-06-01T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:40:58.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christina Brown'/><title type='text'>Dream as if you'll live forever...</title><content type='html'>I think I know what our problem is.  You think your time is limited.  I think we will have forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-5068298974275536874?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5068298974275536874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=5068298974275536874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5068298974275536874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5068298974275536874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-as-if-youll-live-forever.html' title='Dream as if you&apos;ll live 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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nights in Rodanthe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="player"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://filebox.vt.edu/users/pyang/april/musicplayer.swf?song_url=http://www.cvts.org.vt.edu/blog/LoveRemains.rbs" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://filebox.vt.edu/users/pyang/april/musicplayer.swf?song_url=http://www.cvts.org.vt.edu/blog/LoveRemains.rbs"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/SEI8kxbRTeI/AAAAAAAAADE/hSpg6IFD2Iw/s1600-h/nightsinrodanthe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/SEI8kxbRTeI/AAAAAAAAADE/hSpg6IFD2Iw/s320/nightsinrodanthe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206790721634389474" 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/5075709825547651391-5002860880364143894?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5002860880364143894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=5002860880364143894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5002860880364143894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5002860880364143894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/05/nights-in-rodanthe.html' title='Nights in Rodanthe'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/SD9yBQVSY8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SAMa9K7uzd4/s400/IMG_1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206005060153271234" 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/5075709825547651391-8440140496196114121?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8440140496196114121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=8440140496196114121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8440140496196114121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8440140496196114121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-one-computer-isnt-enough.html' title='When one computer isn&apos;t enough.'/><author><name>personal ads</name><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/_2sEukVW6gEg/SD9yBQVSY8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SAMa9K7uzd4/s72-c/IMG_1702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-7403067383935894450</id><published>2008-05-28T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:37:18.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallmark Card'/><title type='text'>For Jennier D.</title><content type='html'>A little wish upon the stars that may you be blessed by the ones closest to you and be in the thoughts of those distant from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-7403067383935894450?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7403067383935894450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=7403067383935894450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7403067383935894450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7403067383935894450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-jennier-d.html' title='For Jennier D.'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-7442270519324755988</id><published>2008-05-04T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:29:34.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take a bow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stepping back'/><title type='text'>Take a bow - Madonna</title><content type='html'>I wish I knew the words that could perfectly describe how I feel.  Then there are times when we just need to take a step back and listen.  Not necessarily to what others may or may not say, but music.  It is amazing how music (no matter how long or how short) can sum up one's life experiences: good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough banter.  The show must go on.  Here is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a bow, by Madonna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="player"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://filebox.vt.edu/users/pyang/april/musicplayer.swf?song_url=http://www.cvts.org.vt.edu/blog/takeabow.rbs" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://filebox.vt.edu/users/pyang/april/musicplayer.swf?song_url=http://www.cvts.org.vt.edu/blog/takeabow.rbs"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-7442270519324755988?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7442270519324755988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=7442270519324755988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7442270519324755988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7442270519324755988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-bow-madonna.html' title='Take a bow - Madonna'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-7376007402945461942</id><published>2008-05-03T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:20:44.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='九降風'/><title type='text'>Winds of September</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.sina.com.tw/9winds/article.php?pbgid=58077&amp;entryid=579989"&gt;A blog entry from the director of Winds of September&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-7376007402945461942?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7376007402945461942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=7376007402945461942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7376007402945461942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7376007402945461942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/05/winds-of-september.html' title='Winds of September'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-6450135814633006300</id><published>2008-04-28T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:47:55.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perils of automated technologies</title><content type='html'>To what ends do we give up our autonomy such that we lose ourselves and become nothing more than an entry in database hosted in some datacenter?  Have our lives dwindled down to a mere tape backup only to be reused every 30 days at an off-site?  Our families, our friends, our daily activities.  All captured through the various calendar and scheduling applications, round the clock, 24/7, 365 days year round.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People we have met along the way.  Those that we have hurt, left behind, betrayed, or simply lost track.  In an instant, all come back through a simple API that allows anyone to mine through your contacts and extract anyone and everyone&amp;#39;s email address.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In a blink of an eye, that one-night-stand that you horribly wanted to forget now receives an email on behalf of a third party &amp;quot;cordially invites&amp;quot; them to reconnect. Or the one that you had a horrible falling out with issues left opened, now receives an email asking them that you somehow want to reconnect because they have been searching for you?  Who in the world would want to reconnect with someone whom you consider to be on the lowest rung of the evolutionary food chain?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One user name, one password.  In a single moment bring back feelings of a lost love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Betrayal - yeah.  I really want that doggie in the window...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-6450135814633006300?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6450135814633006300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=6450135814633006300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6450135814633006300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6450135814633006300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/04/perils-of-automated-technologies.html' title='Perils of automated technologies'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-946614119522353409</id><published>2008-04-28T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:06:50.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina wants to connect with you!</title><content type='html'>Hi,                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I looked for you on Reunion.com, but you weren&amp;#39;t there. I use Reunion.com to search for lost friends and contacts, and to stay connected with people I know, so please connect with me.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-946614119522353409?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/946614119522353409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=946614119522353409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/946614119522353409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/946614119522353409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/04/christina-wants-to-connect-with-you.html' title='Christina wants to connect with you!'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1192079920117555940</id><published>2008-04-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T09:46:56.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='九降風'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming of age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreign film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winds of September'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Winds of September (九降風), Taiwan's Chapter (2008-06-06)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/SBCilqogZ7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1RJnAB9AYMQ/s1600-h/WindsofSeptember-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/SBCilqogZ7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1RJnAB9AYMQ/s400/WindsofSeptember-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192829138341226418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/SBCifKogZ6I/AAAAAAAAACs/oLUwl1x2TLc/s1600-h/WindsofSeptember-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/SBCifKogZ6I/AAAAAAAAACs/oLUwl1x2TLc/s400/WindsofSeptember-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192829026672076706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVDP4rTEPHo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVDP4rTEPHo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/hr/content_display/asia/reviews/e3ibf10b8ede3faa39db6ec2eef12587b3d"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt;    by Maggie Lee of Hollywood Reporter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1192079920117555940?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1192079920117555940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=1192079920117555940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1192079920117555940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1192079920117555940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/04/winds-of-september.html' title='Winds of September (九降風), Taiwan&apos;s Chapter (2008-06-06)'/><author><name>personal ads</name><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/_2sEukVW6gEg/SBCilqogZ7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1RJnAB9AYMQ/s72-c/WindsofSeptember-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-4274548427382547275</id><published>2008-04-21T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:36:39.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheel chair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington D.C.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paradox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Day 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disabled person'/><title type='text'>Out of reach, and out of touch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/SAx2Vh6lOYI/AAAAAAAAACg/5oiYgEo3wcU/s1600-h/IMG_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/SAx2Vh6lOYI/AAAAAAAAACg/5oiYgEo3wcU/s400/IMG_1643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191654582704748930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for certain I cannot describe in detail what this picture means.  Despite a beautiful Saturday in late April, we can see the paradox that is called living (struggling) here in Washington D.C.  With only a few hundred yards away separated by lawn, special events shelter, and asphalt, a disabled person in a wheel chair finds comfort in the warmth of mother nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-4274548427382547275?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4274548427382547275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=4274548427382547275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/4274548427382547275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/4274548427382547275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-of-reach-and-out-of-touch.html' title='Out of reach, and out of touch.'/><author><name>personal ads</name><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/_2sEukVW6gEg/SAx2Vh6lOYI/AAAAAAAAACg/5oiYgEo3wcU/s72-c/IMG_1643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1201537738877254728</id><published>2008-04-20T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:08:55.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capital gains tax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TLC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Democratic Debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What not to wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashionista-in-Chief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bittergate'/><title type='text'>Our Fashionista-in-Chief</title><content type='html'>For those of you that watched the debacle that was the Democratic Debate last night hosted by ABC, one has to wonder what really is important?  While we are at it, we should be wondering who is doing the thinking, and what they are thinking?  Since these debates are really for the voters, let's look at some of the questions.  To be quite honest, I really couldn't stomach all of the debate.  The two things that I did recall from last night were the question of Senator Obama's patriotism and the question of capital gains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's examine the question that I dub now the "Fashionista-in-Chief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator Obama was asked he question why he doesn't wear an American Flag pin.  The police wear it.  Military service members wear it.  President Bush wears it.  I think Obama's cousin VP Dick Cheney wears one from time to time.  So why doesn't Obama wear one, too?  Is it really that hard to pin a little shiny metal on in the morning before he leaves the door?  He is American still right?  Or is he really a Muslim Manchurian candidate in disguise just waiting for the right moment to enslave us all like the infidels that we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me Senator, if I may answer this question?" Said the writer.&lt;br /&gt;The writer responds "...The grim fact that $4/gallon of gasoline is upon us.  Food prices are sky rocketing through the roof all around the world.  Despite our bickering on the existence of global warming or cooling, what is certain is that large amounts of ice caps are melting each year.  As more ice melts, sea levels will rise as explained by Archimedes Principle.  All that ice that was above the water level, when it melts, it will level out and it will rise.  You don't need a graduate degree to know that.  Someone that works at McDonalds will know that as they pour more ice tea into your cup, eventually, it will over flow.  American citizens are dying each and everyday as we spend one more dollar and one more day in a country that is torn from within and starting a conflict in a region that we culturally do not fully understand and let's be honest, confused.  The rich continue to get richer.  The poor continue to be poor.  The once stable working middle-class are now teetering on verge of financial crisis as the energy costs are trickling into ever facet of American life: from the morning coffee, to the all important job interview.  Everything cost money, but more importantly, energy.  We need it, we want it, and we just got to have it.  And we want it as cheap as possible.  So with all these problems in mind, the moderators of ABC sponsored Democratic Debate felt that the Senator Obama's fashion accessory (or in this case lack there of) out-weighed all these issues.  But let's not forget, it is very important to present yourself in the best light as possible because when you have money to spend, the last thing you are thinking about is not how much it will cost to fill your H2 Hummer, but how big your tires will be on your H2 Hummer.  To be quite honest, when you have money, the only thing you really need to worry about is what not to wear.  Clearly, ABC has TLC to thank for that.  Let's also remember that a bridge collapsed recently.  But that's ok because the H2 Hummer is equipped to go off-road so they will be just fine as they drive right over the crushed Toyota Hybrids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about question to the candidates about Capital Gain?  This is very important to the bitter working-class that Senator Obama offended quite harshly just a few weeks ago.  People who have lost their jobs and now barely scraping by.  Surely these people have a lot to be afraid of because of their ownership in stocks, bonds, precious metals and property to sell that would greatly impact their financial return as the capital gain tax rate is raised.  No doubt, we must discuss this important topic that the rest of "bitter Pennsylvania" understand because losing a good job that pays a decent wage is not as important as the financial transaction of selling stocks, bonds, precious metals, and investment properties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I learn from last night's debate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Senator Obama appearing on "What not to wear" on TLC would make a great show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The American middle-class that struggles to pay for $4/gallon gasoline has mch to fear from Senator Barack Obama as he imposes a higher capital gains tax rate.  Be careful.  The next time you take your precious aluminum cans to the recycling center, Senator Obama is looking to take his 25%-35% cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://static.flickr.com/60/182290627_a78b779194.jpg" alt="Senator Obama\'s capital gains tax on the poor" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1201537738877254728?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1201537738877254728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=1201537738877254728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1201537738877254728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1201537738877254728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-fashionista-in-chief.html' title='Our Fashionista-in-Chief'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-6974857326254758108</id><published>2008-04-12T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T04:26:20.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Made in China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>The portability of a BFF</title><content type='html'>I am not quite sure how to frame the subject of this post, mainly because I have yet obtained all the background information.  However, what I have come to realize are the bonds and friendships that exist today are very different those of the previous generation.  The so-called friendships of today seem as easily tossed away as the "Made-in-China" electronics we have grown accustomed to over the years.  Perhaps I am generalizing because at least from personal experiences, people today make and break these relationships far too quickly and much too often.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-6974857326254758108?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6974857326254758108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=6974857326254758108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6974857326254758108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6974857326254758108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/04/portability-of-bff.html' title='The portability of a BFF'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-8079735557972710753</id><published>2008-04-11T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:00:28.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newseum: $20 worth of poor communication</title><content type='html'>To whom this may concern at NBC4 (nbc4dc@nbcuni.com),&lt;p&gt;I am standing in front of the Newseum and have been standing here since 4:30.  The museum supposedly closes at 5PM today, but there has not been any communications to the people standing outside (myself included) that they closed early today at 4PM.  The management has been unreachable and their PR person was not reachable at her telephone contact.  Various indidviduals have came forward to appease the crowd by saying they will try to find a manager.  However, it is now almost 6PM and no one has come to adress the crowd.&lt;p&gt;Just thought I&amp;#39;d send this in.&lt;p&gt;Thanks!&lt;p&gt;Krack Barry&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-8079735557972710753?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8079735557972710753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=8079735557972710753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8079735557972710753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8079735557972710753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/04/newseum-20-worth-of-poor-communication.html' title='Newseum: $20 worth of poor communication'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-6018628204446783981</id><published>2008-04-11T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:49:10.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newseum: part III</title><content type='html'>Now the crowd is chanting &amp;quot;We want Larry.&amp;quot;  Well, they were... And now they stopped.&lt;p&gt;I think I have blogged more today than I have blogged this whole year.  I sure do miss my old blog.  *sigh*  It is too bad that blogspot doesn&amp;#39;t have an option to undelete a blog..... :-/&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-6018628204446783981?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6018628204446783981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=6018628204446783981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6018628204446783981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6018628204446783981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/04/newseum-part-iii.html' title='Newseum: part III'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-5012213238047273530</id><published>2008-04-11T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:37:00.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newseum: part II</title><content type='html'>Update: the crowd feels vindicated by the presence of WTOP.  It is interesting how the possibility of voice and expression can raise the spirits of an angry mob.  Perhaps it was a good thing that a member of the media came and spoke to the crowd because there was definitely something brewing.&lt;p&gt;The freedom to express as well as the freedom to capture is something that we use everyday.  With the advent of new technology, we push the envelople of these freedoms to new frontiers.  The extent to which we can express and how much and of what to capture is something that old media has only began to recognize as a powerful tool.  Oh wait, Larry the Manager is coming to meet the mob....&lt;p&gt;I wonder if Larry knows what he is walking into.  And I wonder if I will get myself a free ticket.... Sure would be nice.... :-)&lt;p&gt;Well, at least there is a breeze blowing through the main entrance now....&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-5012213238047273530?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5012213238047273530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=5012213238047273530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5012213238047273530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5012213238047273530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/04/newseum-part-ii.html' title='Newseum: part II'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-2431795470951995151</id><published>2008-04-11T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:24:00.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newseum: poor communication</title><content type='html'>Newseum.  It is a new museum that opened today here in DC.  As I am writing this, I am standing outside its doors along with a large crowd of people who are getting rather frustrated at this so-called &amp;quot;greatest museum.&amp;quot;. Several individuals here are from the local media outlets.  What makes this interesting is that the museum officially closes at 5PM today.  A few minutes ago, an individual came out from the museum and told a few people that doors closed at 4PM.  Well, if that is the case, where are the signs?  I don&amp;#39;t see any signs at all announcing this.  The only thing that the people can go on are the writing on the walls that say 5PM.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is rather interesting to note that this monstrosity of a museum is to demonstrate the greatness of mass communications.  Yet, in front of its very own doors, on its opening day, it failed at the most basic of task to deliver a simple message of announcing its early closing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Luckily, I have the patience of a turtle and I am just standing here.  But I find it quite funny that it couldn&amp;#39;t even spare a simple sheet of paper to let the people know &amp;quot;Sorry.  Closed for the business after 4PM.  Come back tomorrow.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh well.  I guess the little heat didn&amp;#39;t help cool the crowd because there sure are some angry folks here.  There is an old lady that is crying out &amp;quot;We want justice.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny day :-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-2431795470951995151?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2431795470951995151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=2431795470951995151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2431795470951995151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2431795470951995151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/04/newseum-poor-communication.html' title='Newseum: poor communication'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-6385171088398117910</id><published>2008-04-11T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T07:12:26.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute girl from McPherson Square</title><content type='html'>Leopard ballerina flats&lt;br&gt;Black lycra pants&lt;br&gt;Pink short sleeve shirt&lt;br&gt;Shoulder length dark strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a pony tails with about 4 hair pins.&lt;br&gt;5&amp;#39;4&lt;br&gt;110 lbs&lt;br&gt;Cute lips&lt;br&gt;Good skin, not too oily, not much make up.&lt;br&gt;No jewlery on either hands&lt;br&gt;Clear nail polish&lt;br&gt;Small pearl earrings&lt;br&gt;Small charm necklace around her neck&lt;br&gt;Very cute butt.&lt;br&gt;Wondering brown eyes.&lt;br&gt;Small, pink, kissable lips&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from two cups and a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-6385171088398117910?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6385171088398117910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=6385171088398117910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6385171088398117910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6385171088398117910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/04/cute-girl-from-mcpherson-square.html' title='Cute girl from McPherson Square'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-7714438118912838526</id><published>2008-01-07T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:39:25.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simplicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task manager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windows XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lean computing'/><title type='text'>Windows XP on a diet</title><content type='html'>Like the rest of America, Windows XP is no different.  It's bloated, fat, encumbered, and slow.  Why?  Just like half its citizens, Americans love to eat.  Windows XP is no different.  It loves software and it loves to install them and loves to run them.  Most are unnecessary and for most users they serve no purpose but to make them feel they got the most bang for their buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is some sanity in this fatty world of computing.  I present to you my Windows XP.  But not just any Windows XP, but Windows XP on diet.  In fact, this is actually stock Windows XP with no Service Packs.  Neither Service Pack 1 or 2 is installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An operating system that was released in 2001, this work horse has yet shown any signs of fatigue.  No active anti-virus, but an active version of PeerGuardian2 running.  I could go on and on but pictures speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see here is no photoshop.  Just the truth, whole truth, and nothing but the truth.  Taken with your trusty PrintScr and pasted directly to Microsoft Paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/R4ML18qVtlI/AAAAAAAAACY/pXLftArdkCY/s1600-h/XP_on_Diet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/R4ML18qVtlI/AAAAAAAAACY/pXLftArdkCY/s400/XP_on_Diet.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152975420086662738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention that I go from shutdown, POST, reboot, and login all under 40 seconds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-7714438118912838526?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7714438118912838526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=7714438118912838526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7714438118912838526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7714438118912838526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/01/windows-xp-on-diet.html' title='Windows XP on a diet'/><author><name>personal ads</name><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/_2sEukVW6gEg/R4ML18qVtlI/AAAAAAAAACY/pXLftArdkCY/s72-c/XP_on_Diet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-6978824590866877502</id><published>2008-01-03T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T04:32:19.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WMATA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekly Pass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Federal Center S.W.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington D.C.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public transportation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inflation'/><title type='text'>Washington Metropolitan Area Transit Authority</title><content type='html'>&lt;table str="" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 435pt;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="580"&gt;&lt;col style="width: 179pt;" width="238"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 140pt;" width="187"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 65pt;" width="87"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 51pt;" width="68"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; width: 179pt;" height="17" width="238"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 140pt;" width="187"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28" style="width: 65pt;" width="87"&gt;Monthly&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28" style="width: 51pt;" width="68"&gt;Yearly&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 25.5pt;" height="34"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 179pt;" height="34" width="238"&gt;Old   Metro Prices from Vienna to Federal Center S.W.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl26" style="width: 140pt;" num="3.8" align="right" width="187"&gt;$3.80 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 25.5pt;" height="34"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 179pt;" height="34" width="238"&gt;Daily   Metro Cost from Vienna to Federal Center S.W. (OLD)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl26" style="width: 140pt;" num="7.6" fmla="=B2*2" align="right" width="187"&gt;$7.60 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 25.5pt;" height="34"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 179pt;" height="34" width="238"&gt;New   Metro Prices from Vienna to Federal Center S.W.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="4.5" align="right"&gt;$4.50 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 25.5pt;" height="34"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 179pt;" height="34" width="238"&gt;Daily   Metro Cost from Vienna to Federal Center S.W. (NEW)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="9" fmla="=B4*2" align="right"&gt;$9.00 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 179pt;" height="17" width="238"&gt;Weekly   Cost (OLD)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="38" fmla="=B3*5" align="right"&gt;$38.00 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="152" fmla="=B6*4" align="right"&gt;$152.00 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="1824" fmla="=C6*12" align="right"&gt;$1,824.00 &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 179pt;" height="17" width="238"&gt;Weekly   Cost (NEW)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="45" fmla="=B5*5" align="right"&gt;$45.00 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="180" fmla="=B7*4" align="right"&gt;$180.00 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="2160" fmla="=C7*12" align="right"&gt;$2,160.00 &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 179pt;" height="17" width="238"&gt;Weekly   Cost Difference&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="7" fmla="=B7-B6" align="right"&gt;$7.00 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="28" fmla="=B8*4" align="right"&gt;$28.00 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="336" fmla="=C8*12" align="right"&gt;$336.00 &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl30" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 179pt;" height="17" width="238"&gt;Percentage   Change in cost&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl27" num="0.18421052631578946" fmla="=(B8/B6)" align="right"&gt;18.42%&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl27" num="0.18421052631578946" fmla="=C8/C6" align="right"&gt;18.42%&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl27" num="0.18421052631578946" fmla="=D8/D6" align="right"&gt;18.42%&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 179pt;" height="17" width="238"&gt;Old   Metro Weekly Pass&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="32.5" align="right"&gt;$32.50 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="130" fmla="=B11*4" align="right"&gt;$130.00 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="1560" fmla="=C11*12" align="right"&gt;$1,560.00 &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 179pt;" height="17" width="238"&gt;New   Metro Weekly Pass&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="39" align="right"&gt;$39.00 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="156" fmla="=B12*4" align="right"&gt;$156.00 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="1872" fmla="=C12*12" align="right"&gt;$1,872.00 &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 179pt;" height="17" width="238"&gt;Change   in cost&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="6.5" fmla="=B12-B11" align="right"&gt;$6.50 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="26" fmla="=B13*4" align="right"&gt;$26.00 &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" num="312" fmla="=C13*12" align="right"&gt;$312.00 &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl30" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 179pt;" height="17" width="238"&gt;Percentage   Change in cost&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl27" num="0.2" fmla="=B13/B11" align="right"&gt;20.00%&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl27" num="0.2" fmla="=C13/C11" align="right"&gt;20.00%&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl27" num="0.2" fmla="=D13/D11" align="right"&gt;20.00%&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we get in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less parking available&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heavier congestion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Welcome to Washington, D.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-6978824590866877502?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6978824590866877502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=6978824590866877502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6978824590866877502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6978824590866877502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2008/01/washington-metropolitan-area-transit.html' title='Washington Metropolitan Area Transit Authority'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-9164056538603578851</id><published>2007-12-28T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:58:46.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citizen&apos;s for Energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominion Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citgo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Made in China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venezuela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power outage'/><title type='text'>Citizens for oil</title><content type='html'>Well, my apartment currently has no power.  Actually, it has some power, but just enough to power a few light bulbs but nothing else.  Thankfully, with the usage of my two Verizon Wireless Blackberries (thanks RIM), a Verizon Wireless Kyocera AirCard, a spare Nextel cell phone, a Verizon land line, I am still able to piece together a very ghetto network.  Of course, it also helps that I have spare batteries to go with my Blackberry so I can blog away!&lt;p&gt;So as I lie nestled comfortably under two layers of comforters, I can't help but to wonder, is this what the folks in those "Citizen's for Energy" commercials do?  Typically, the humming sounds of my UPS and computers would fill the ambient noise in my room.  But tonight, the only sounds I hear are the rain drops crashing aginst my window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drip, drip, drip.  Oh yes, also the sounds of little blackberry keyboard ticking away at my finger tips.  But this is hardly drowning out the rain that I hear coming from the outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to my simulated "rest of America without heat" experience...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is this what they do?  Day in and day out?  Luckily, I was able to wash my face with some warm water that was still in our water heater as well as brush my teeth.  But for these folks that have to fend for themselves, is this what the America is about - just getting by?  If these people have nothing for heat, and we as a country have no means to provide heat for our own people, just what kind of "inalienable rights" do we have exactly?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sure, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness is good.  But if you can't stay warm, it is quite clear to see that you would have a pretty hard time to pursue something when you are frozen to the bone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We as a nation pour billions upon billons of dollars (whose monetary value is going down the crapper)  to defend our country from those who believe that our way of life is pretty fucked up.  We have kick ass guns, kick ass vehicles, and a ton a nuclear weapons that can blow any nation off the face of the earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet, our very own citizens that we claim so dearly in our propaganda that needs defending can barely fight mother nature against her harsh cold winter nights.  One look at the streets of DC and strip away the concrete buildings, you would find the same desolation and despair as the streets of Baghdad - homelessness, poverty, crime, violence, disease, and malnutrition.  I mean seriously, would you drink the water coming out of the tap in DC?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh shit.  Power is back on.  Guess someone wanted to put the kybosh on my rant.  The lights are on and the heater just kicked in.  I guess Joe for oil came through once again and I have Venezuela to thank for that.  Well, actually it probably is Dominion Power, but I won't tell if you won't tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just something to think about the next time you flip on the light switch or adjust that thermostat on that heater of yours.  Which by the way, is made in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-9164056538603578851?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/9164056538603578851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=9164056538603578851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/9164056538603578851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/9164056538603578851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/12/citizens-for-oil.html' title='Citizens for oil'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-5540064818635545462</id><published>2007-11-12T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T15:24:56.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underage smoking'/><title type='text'>back from the dead...</title><content type='html'>Well, sort of.  I have been feeling under the weather and busy with work.  The California wild fires put us on alert so it was interesting to see and hear about our equipment getting deployed with the relief efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post isn't about all that.  I was just sorting a few things and came across this picture on my desktop.  Quite interesting, so i thought I would share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/RzjgW4-887I/AAAAAAAAAB4/iV-S4hnN3TE/s1600-h/pic06206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sEukVW6gEg/RzjgW4-887I/AAAAAAAAAB4/iV-S4hnN3TE/s400/pic06206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132098459246850994" 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/5075709825547651391-5540064818635545462?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5540064818635545462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=5540064818635545462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5540064818635545462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5540064818635545462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-from-dead.html' title='back from the dead...'/><author><name>personal ads</name><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/_2sEukVW6gEg/RzjgW4-887I/AAAAAAAAAB4/iV-S4hnN3TE/s72-c/pic06206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-12780920673943115</id><published>2007-10-01T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:13:48.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Foreign Policy</title><content type='html'>One look at the news and one can easily tell that the United States foreign policy is exactly that - foreign.&amp;nbsp; With a capital F for fuck you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; We send equipment, troops, to a nation that we don&amp;#39;t truly understand.&lt;br&gt; We are currently planning an air strike against a nation that we fear because of their nuclear possibilities.&lt;br&gt; We do nothing for the country of Myanmar because they have no economic gain for the United States.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; These three things - what does that say about United States as a nation?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Democry is paved on the backs of those who can drill the most oil.&lt;br&gt; Peaceful demonstrations are just that - demonstrations of futility.&lt;br&gt; Despite what our leaders say of &amp;quot;not living in fear&amp;quot;, we fight those individuals whom we fear.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; It is in that exact paradigm of &amp;quot;not living in fear&amp;quot; we have lend a hand in the &amp;quot;war on terror&amp;quot; by telling our own so-called enemies to live not in fear.&amp;nbsp; To rise up against us, and fight against us.&amp;nbsp; It is in our exact policy that when we fight, we are not simply fighting those who are against us, but we are fighting ourselves because it was we that have forgotten the true path of the warrior:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;...to perceive and prevent a potential conflict or danger, or to control such a conflict to the extent that no one is hurt, and this by overcoming the real enemy within.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; - David Cherubim&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; While we mourn the loss of american lives, let us not forget peaceful monks whom gave their lives for the people of a nation who is not rich in oil, but rich in the human spirit to live in harmony and in peace.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-12780920673943115?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/12780920673943115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=12780920673943115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/12780920673943115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/12780920673943115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/10/american-foreign-policy.html' title='American Foreign Policy'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-6287454471742041801</id><published>2007-09-27T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T07:29:13.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a life</title><content type='html'>Between the emails, the work, the commute, sleeping, activities with friends, and not to mention the chores to be done at home... where does one find time for his/her self?&lt;p&gt;What is the difference between having a life and living one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-6287454471742041801?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6287454471742041801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=6287454471742041801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6287454471742041801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6287454471742041801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/having-life.html' title='Having a life'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1322977096494002484</id><published>2007-09-24T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T06:45:03.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical phone conversation on the WMATA</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hello?  It&amp;#39;s me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, how are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Can I call you back? I&amp;#39;m on the metro.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hello? You&amp;#39;re breaking up.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Can I call you back? Hello? Hello??&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I am on the metro!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;*call disconnects*&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;If people know that the calls are going to be disconnected while they are on the metro, what is the purpose of picking up the call in the first place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1322977096494002484?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1322977096494002484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=1322977096494002484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1322977096494002484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1322977096494002484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/typical-phone-conversation-on-wmata.html' title='Typical phone conversation on the WMATA'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-2674807263477098432</id><published>2007-09-22T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:19:01.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James Blunt - Same Mistake</title><content type='html'>So while I'm turning in my sheets&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door and up the street&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Remember rights that I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;So here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no place I cannot go&lt;br /&gt;My mind is muddy but&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy, does it show&lt;br /&gt;I lose the track that loses me&lt;br /&gt;So here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I sent some men to fight,&lt;br /&gt;And one came back at dead of night,&lt;br /&gt;said "Have you seen my enemy?"&lt;br /&gt;said "he looked just like me"&lt;br /&gt;So I set out to cut myself&lt;br /&gt;And here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not calling for a second chance,&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice,&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason, but don't give me choice,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'll just make the same mistake again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday we will meet&lt;br /&gt;And maybe talk and not just speak&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy the promises 'cause&lt;br /&gt;There are no promises I keep,&lt;br /&gt;and my reflection troubles me&lt;br /&gt;so here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not calling for a second chance,&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice,&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason, but don't give me choice,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'll just make the same mistake (REPEAT) again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm turning in my sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door and up the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars, falling down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder where, did I go wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-2674807263477098432?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2674807263477098432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=2674807263477098432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2674807263477098432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2674807263477098432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/james-blunt-same-mistake.html' title='James Blunt - Same Mistake'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-6341941686932212244</id><published>2007-09-16T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:56:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be sad</title><content type='html'>Don't be sad.&lt;br /&gt;Be glad.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sappy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret.&lt;br /&gt;You're still young.&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of sass.&lt;br /&gt;One part sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;Two part sour.&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a smile.&lt;br /&gt;To make me come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-6341941686932212244?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6341941686932212244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=6341941686932212244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6341941686932212244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6341941686932212244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-be-sad.html' title='Don&apos;t be sad'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-128744707501528634</id><published>2007-09-13T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:16:47.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another stupid SPAM domain</title><content type='html'>Domain Name.......... clfnss.com&lt;br&gt;  Creation Date........ 2007-09-03&lt;br&gt;  Registration Date.... 2007-09-03&lt;br&gt;  Expiry Date.......... 2008-09-03&lt;br&gt;  Organisation Name.... 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UNITED STATES&lt;br&gt;  Tech Email........... domain.tech@YAHOO-INC.COM&lt;br&gt;  Tech Phone........... +1.6198813096&lt;br&gt;  Tech Fax.............&lt;br&gt;  Name Server.......... yns1.yahoo.com&lt;br&gt;  Name Server.......... yns2.yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-128744707501528634?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/128744707501528634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=128744707501528634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/128744707501528634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/128744707501528634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-stupid-spam-domain.html' title='Another stupid SPAM domain'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-2910867028738995331</id><published>2007-09-06T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:30:07.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirtsen Dundst on the Orange Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;Little black dress, short sleeve, high neckline&lt;BR&gt;  Strawberry blonde hair swept back in a pony tail&lt;BR&gt;  White perl necklace&lt;BR&gt;  Black kitten heels&lt;BR&gt;  Short bains&lt;BR&gt;  About 5'6&amp;quot;, 134lbs&lt;BR&gt;  Long, yet slender angle nose (very cute!!)&lt;BR&gt;  Black eye shadows&lt;BR&gt;  Balanced yet defined eye brows&lt;BR&gt;  Staring at her smartphone&lt;BR&gt;  Small silver studded ear rings.&lt;BR&gt;  Fair complexion&lt;BR&gt;  Look like Kirsten, but with a round face.&lt;BR&gt;  Deep brown eyes&lt;BR&gt;  Metro Center to Vienna&lt;BR&gt;  Small red lips&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-2910867028738995331?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2910867028738995331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=2910867028738995331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2910867028738995331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2910867028738995331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/kirtsen-dundst-on-orange-line.html' title='Kirtsen Dundst on the Orange Line'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-2686338960649338039</id><published>2007-09-04T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:44:38.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savage Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;Which is better: first round draft choice or the phone number of a girl you meet on the metro?&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  Hmmm....quite a dilema....&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-2686338960649338039?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2686338960649338039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=2686338960649338039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2686338960649338039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2686338960649338039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/savage-garden.html' title='Savage Garden'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-2089577027653468727</id><published>2007-09-01T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:07:47.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute for Candace</title><content type='html'>Shaggy - Bonafide Girl.  This is my current ringtone on my Blackberry.  The only person that has this ring tone is &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/christinahinton"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; but that is only because I gave it to her... haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Audio Segment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://filebox.vt.edu/users/pyang/april/musicplayer.swf?song_url=http://www.cvts.org.vt.edu/blog/bonafide.rbs" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://filebox.vt.edu/users/pyang/april/musicplayer.swf?song_url=http://www.cvts.org.vt.edu/blog/bonafide.rbs"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-2089577027653468727?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2089577027653468727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=2089577027653468727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2089577027653468727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2089577027653468727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/tribute-for-candace.html' title='Tribute for Candace'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-9063897078705916006</id><published>2007-08-10T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T05:59:30.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The United Colors of Beneton</title><content type='html'>Black pin stripe pants (size 2)&lt;br&gt;White cotton near sleeveless top (size small)&lt;br&gt;Dark blonde hair with streaks and traces of white strands&lt;br&gt;Big sunglasses (not a fan of)&lt;br&gt;Age: 40+&lt;p&gt;Man.... I was totally checking out a lady that was older than me.  She was hot!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-9063897078705916006?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/9063897078705916006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=9063897078705916006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/9063897078705916006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/9063897078705916006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/08/united-colors-of-beneton.html' title='The United Colors of Beneton'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-1358266139664633653</id><published>2007-08-04T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T10:40:25.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of twenty-two dollars</title><content type='html'>So what can you buy with twenty-two dollars?  I am standing at the corner of West Franklin and Adams here in downtown Richmond.  I am talking to a friend of mine on gtalk and a man approached me, telling me about his broken down truck with tools and what not. He was willing to have me hold his tools for collateral just so he can borrow a few dollars to get his truck towed and repaired.  He was short twenty-two dollars from the collection that he had gathered.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Luckily I had a few spare bucks and I gave him the remaining amount that he desperately needed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The question now is, did I just get conned? Or was this truly an individual that needed the money?  Well, I would like to believe that this 47 year young hard working african american man is a decent man and just needed a little help.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He had asked me for a business card so that he could pay me back, but of course, I am all out of my business card - as if I would carry them in the first place. LOL.   I told him that he could make a donation on behalf of the Department of Health and Human Services.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He said thank-you many times over and quickly left for his broken down truck.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope Mr Williams was able to put the money to a good use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-1358266139664633653?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1358266139664633653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=1358266139664633653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1358266139664633653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/1358266139664633653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/08/power-of-twenty-two-dollars.html' title='The power of twenty-two dollars'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-5515639032236331517</id><published>2007-08-01T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T07:46:43.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red shirt black skirt black heels</title><content type='html'>Oh how I wish I could have said hi to you. But alas, you sat down at a different seat.&lt;p&gt;Doh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-5515639032236331517?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5515639032236331517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=5515639032236331517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5515639032236331517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5515639032236331517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-shirt-black-skirt-black-heels.html' title='Red shirt black skirt black heels'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-8406636910822903251</id><published>2007-07-31T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:07:35.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a hot guy who can keep up - 26</title><content type='html'>By no means am I unattractive, but it does seem like I am attracted to the wrong guys. I like bad boys, I love tattoos, I like playing the game, b/c it is a game. I just can't find the guy to keep my interest long enough. I am not sure what I am looking for, but I like going out and staying. I hate public affection, but I love what goes on behind closed doors. My girlfriend once started responding to ads for me b/c she says I am too picky, so send me a pic and see if I return one. I do have a taste though, so if you are overweight, not white, younger than 26 or older than 36, have children, or are in a relationship please don't respond. Oh and if you have a motorcycle, you already have my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: NOVA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-8406636910822903251?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8406636910822903251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=8406636910822903251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8406636910822903251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8406636910822903251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-hot-guy-who-can-keep-up-26.html' title='I need a hot guy who can keep up - 26'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-3827397558805796899</id><published>2007-07-17T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:32:56.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new definition of stealing</title><content type='html'>As I was reading my previous post, an idea came to me : What would happen if someone stole your parking ticket?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is it against the law to steal someone else&amp;#39;s parking ticket?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Scenario:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You patrol the city streets.  As you walk through the streets, you look for vehicles that has been cited with parking tickets.  You could continue on your marry way, or like the sick bastard that you are, steal their parking ticket and the driver of the vehicle will never know.  In cities with strict parking violation enforcements, ie booting or towing, how many tickets could be stolen before it made an impact on the system?  Who is to say, the city doesn&amp;#39;t do that now?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Individuals could steal a ticket just as fast as they give them out. Swoop, and off it goes.  &amp;quot;The wind took it.&amp;quot;  Impound the vehicle, and mandatory back payment on the tickets, and court fees, and a lot of wasted time and effort.  All this mayhem could be yours if you only stole every single parking ticket that you see.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Prank?  Criminal violation?  I don&amp;#39;t know.... But it sure does sound pretty wicked that&amp;#39;s for sure....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-3827397558805796899?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3827397558805796899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=3827397558805796899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3827397558805796899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/3827397558805796899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-definition-of-stealing.html' title='A new definition of stealing'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-41320214368196813</id><published>2007-07-17T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:22:48.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking your life away</title><content type='html'>So as I sit my ass away at Vienna Metro I get to thinking how many tickets they are going to write this morning for all the people that have illegally parked here because in the Metro&amp;#39;s almighty wisdom, they eliminated the over flow parking outside of the South Garage.&lt;p&gt;Nice!!&lt;p&gt;What is interesting is that the ticket for the parking violation is $40 while the monthly parking pass for the reserved spot (good until 10am) are $45/month. Keep in mind, this does not include the mandatory $3.75 that one must pay per entry of the gate. LOL.&lt;p&gt;You and your costly ways WMATA (&lt;a href="http://www.wmata.com"&gt;www.wmata.com&lt;/a&gt;)!!!!!&lt;p&gt;Hahahaha!!!  Sounds like someone just got another ticket because their alarm went off. LOL. Tooo funny :-)&lt;p&gt;Oh man......I just thought of this sick idea.....&lt;p&gt;But it shall be in the next post ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-41320214368196813?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/41320214368196813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=41320214368196813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/41320214368196813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/41320214368196813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/07/parking-your-life-away.html' title='Parking your life away'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-8474357172719450213</id><published>2007-07-02T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T05:56:50.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The short little girl on the orange line</title><content type='html'>Separated by two panes of translucent glass, I can&amp;#39;t help but to look in your direction as the Orange Line slowly work its way into the city. &lt;p&gt;I wonder where you are headed to... I would walk up to you and ask you your name but I am stuck next to a guy and a bunch of morning commuters.&lt;p&gt;For now I will just have to look at you through these translucent glass and say have a great Monday morning, wherever you&amp;#39;re headed to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-8474357172719450213?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8474357172719450213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=8474357172719450213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8474357172719450213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/8474357172719450213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/07/short-little-girl-on-orange-line.html' title='The short little girl on the orange line'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-7549893042277486274</id><published>2007-07-02T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T04:08:20.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for romance and a lot more - 23</title><content type='html'>I've been searching the personals for a couple days. I've been afraid to post one because there are a lot of creepy people out there. Yet, the only way to get exactly what I want is to throw it out there, and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be really picky because I have a lot to offer, and I'm sick of wasting my time with immature assholes who don't know how to treat a woman. If you didn't already guess, I went from one horrible relationship to another rocky one that lasted too long. So if you are looking for just sex or anything sexual, move on. This post isn't for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, please be 24-27 years of age. White, single and yes, male. Please be over 5'9 because I'm tired of not being able to wear heels. And I look really good in heels. Thin, slender, or athletic build. Drug free, smoke free. If not, I won't even consider you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be mature, at least somewhat. I can be a big goof sometimes, but I can also be mature when needed. Please do not live with your parents. Rent/own your own place. Preferably have your own car. Have a job. Please be out of college, at least undergrad. If you are getting a graduate degree, I applaud you as I am trying to go to law school soon. As long as you can have an adult relationship and handle your classes, I'm fine with it. Yes, I'm looking for an adult relationship, possibly long-term if we click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal things: please be smart, funny, cute, sweet and romantic. I'm a hopeless romantic who would like a guy to plan a night out every once in awhile. Something with candlelight and dancing. If you can dance, BIG plus for you. Big gestures are always good, but the sweet little things count with me just as much. Please know how to treat a lady. I don't want to have to train you to open a door for me. Give me some hope that men aren't dogs that need to be trained. I had to train the last two guys, and I'm burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, if you can dance (mentioned earlier), sing, play the piano, guitar or even the violin, those are big pluses. These are not required as I would be cutting out ALOT of guys. Hey, I believe everyone can sing if given a little will. If you have a love of music, where you can listen to a song and just get carried away with it, that's a plus. It can take you away to another place and change the way you feel and how your day is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be confident, but not egotistical (yes I cut out about half of you...ha). I don't need your insecurities constantly messing up the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, you'll get a committed (very hard to find these days) woman who is smart, funny, college-educated, has a job with decent pay. I have my own place. I'm drug free, smoke free. I used to dance, and would love to get back into it. I'm not tone deaf, but I'm no American Idol. I would like a challenge as I can challenge you. If you can win my heart, I will enjoy all your imperfections as if they were mine. I'm always right, and when I'm wrong, I'm still right and can laugh at my mistakes. Haha. I can be very devoted to you as well as sweet. I also like to do romantic things to make you feel special. I want you to know I'm thinking of you just as much as you are thinking of me. Am I girly and like girly things: yes. Do I enjoy a good action movie: yes and have probably seen more than you. Do I enjoy going to bars/clubs: every once in awhile. I'm a dinner/movie girl. But my favorite thing is to probably curl up on the couch and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Craig's List you ask me: Because it's hard for me to find good guys who don't just like me because I'm pretty. I want to make a connection to know that the guy isn't just staying with me because he'll never get anything better. Because it's DC, and it's hard to meet people. Because guys seem to only want one thing when you meet them in a bar. I'm just not into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are still reading: I'm 5'7" white 23 year-old female. Fair complexion. Brown hair, brown eyes. thin and slender. Can I run a marathon: no. Can I run: yes. If you like junk in the trunk, I'm not your girl. Think petite. And yes, I can be gorgeous. I choose to think of myself as a real person though, down to earth, laid back, ready to move my life to the next step. To stop waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll see what happens. Please send a picture. I know this sounds superficial, but I'm trying to weed out all the psychos. If you send me something where you don't have your clothes on, I will spam your ass, and possibly report you (and your gross picture) to the proper authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be kind. I'm going to bed, and hopefully, I'll wake up with the perfect guy if there is such a thing. Have a great night. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a breath...here we go*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-7549893042277486274?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7549893042277486274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=7549893042277486274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7549893042277486274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/7549893042277486274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/07/looking-for-romance-and-lot-more-23.html' title='Looking for romance and a lot more - 23'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-9159699972900942495</id><published>2007-07-01T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:57:12.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't capitalize</title><content type='html'>I don't capitalize&lt;br /&gt;I don't rationalize&lt;br /&gt;I don't familiarize&lt;br /&gt;I don't patronize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie&lt;br /&gt;I don't fry&lt;br /&gt;I can't mime&lt;br /&gt;I will pine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what shall I write,&lt;br /&gt;That will earn me a prize.&lt;br /&gt;Surely this rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;won't be suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can dream.&lt;br /&gt;Even it's for a next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-9159699972900942495?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/9159699972900942495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=9159699972900942495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/9159699972900942495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/9159699972900942495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-capitalize.html' title='I don&apos;t capitalize'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-5856277222041743710</id><published>2007-06-30T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:53:03.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never drink and blog with a blackberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;Wow. Never drink and blog at the same time, especially when you don't drink a lot and still have to stare down the tiny little screen on a moving vehicle that we all call the WMATA Metro Car.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  I went back and read some of the stuff that I wrote and I have to say....I must have been crazy tired.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  Maybe I'll blog some more later. For now...it's time for some dindin!&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-5856277222041743710?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5856277222041743710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=5856277222041743710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5856277222041743710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/5856277222041743710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/06/never-drink-and-blog-with-blackberry.html' title='Never drink and blog with a blackberry'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-2939840085425545908</id><published>2007-06-29T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:54:45.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U Street and the girl that sent me home</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;I could talk about how it all started but why don't I just start from the very end and work my way back. Actually, it isn't that important to work my way back completely but just the good parts will suffice.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  &amp;quot;I'm sorry but I have to send you home.&amp;quot;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  Can't say that I have heard that one before but I guess it was only time that I will hear some new things. At least she didn't give me the cold shoulder but I guess that is better than nothing.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  Interesting woman to say the least. A smoker, yet I could not tell that she smoked.&amp;nbsp; Kind of a flirt! Considering that her 34d's were wrapped by 34c bras. LOL. It also didn't help that she wore a low cut and very revealing t-shirt...hahahah.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  Our conversations were going well and I don't think we had any awkward pauses.&amp;nbsp; I believe that she was having a good time.&amp;nbsp; Then out of the blue she told me &amp;quot;I think you should kiss me.&amp;quot;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  At this point I was floored. The last time a girl asked me to kiss her, which was never...and here it is on a random Friday night.... A girl that I had just me, decided to meet face to face, and now is sitting across from me and TELLING me to kiss her.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  Needless to say when she said that she was sorry for having to send me home. I felt kind of bad.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  But not so bad though. Maybe I was tired and I didn't care really.&amp;nbsp; Though not so much that I was discarded like a contestant that didn't get a rose....but just disappointed that she had wanted me to go home... But had to repeat it over and over. Yet even between her many requests to go home she had kissed me several times on my face and neck.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  How does one respond to that?&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  She wants me to leave - yet she wants to kiss me....&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  If there was a time I could use a Venutian library of women behaior, right now would the perfact time.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  So what's one to do?&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  Take it one day at a time, continue my little blog entries, and who knows.... May I'll&lt;BR&gt;  &amp;nbsp;earn my first million when I have displayed enough ads&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  LOL.&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  Well, I am super tired, on the metro, AND still have to drive. Fun fun fun!!!&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  ttyl&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  Sleepless@jimidean.com&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-2939840085425545908?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2939840085425545908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=2939840085425545908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2939840085425545908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/2939840085425545908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/06/u-street-and-girl-that-sent-me-home.html' title='U Street and the girl that sent me home'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075709825547651391.post-6039942093687920254</id><published>2007-06-09T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:43:48.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a booboo</title><content type='html'>Made a booboo.  So now I must start over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075709825547651391-6039942093687920254?l=personalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6039942093687920254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075709825547651391&amp;postID=6039942093687920254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6039942093687920254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075709825547651391/posts/default/6039942093687920254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalad.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-made-booboo.html' title='I made a booboo'/><author><name>personal ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
