<?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-4623025364515092563</id><updated>2011-11-14T21:35:47.780-06:00</updated><category term='Sunday Confession.'/><category term='Books.'/><category term='6&apos;3.'/><category term='Wednesday Weirdness.'/><category term='Survey.'/><category term='Piercings/Tattoos.'/><category term='Rob The Roommate.'/><category term='Saturday Memory.'/><category term='Random Things.'/><category term='Mama.'/><category term='Monday Music.'/><category term='Monday Madness.'/><category term='True Story.'/><category term='Quotes.'/><category term='Resolutions.'/><category term='Rant.'/><category term='LP Guy.'/><category term='School.'/><category term='Fine For No Reason.'/><category term='Grandma.'/><category term='Work.'/><category term='Music.'/><category term='TMI.'/><category term='Nice New Guy.'/><category term='Wish List.'/><category term='Lover.'/><category term='Food.'/><category term='Sister.'/><category term='Friday Frustration.'/><category term='Movies.'/><category term='Sexy Time.'/><category term='Holidays.'/><category term='Bucket List.'/><category term='Top Chef.'/><title type='text'>Jessica</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-6000251953087614496</id><published>2011-06-27T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:59:09.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Music.'/><title type='text'>Monday Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GVsxbsTLhZs" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-6000251953087614496?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6000251953087614496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=6000251953087614496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6000251953087614496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6000251953087614496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/06/monday-music.html' title='Monday Music.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GVsxbsTLhZs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-6776221394564113928</id><published>2011-06-18T14:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T15:04:19.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I’m still working at the casino and yes I still really like that job….but I want my life back. It’s not that I really did much to begin with, but I want the option to get out and live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NNG decided it would be a good idea to rub in the fact that I do not have nights and weekends off with him. “When is your next weekend off?” He says, “I do fabulous things without you.” How nice of him to rub that in for me huh? As if I wasn’t already fully aware of how much of a life I do not have now that I have this job. So needless to say, even though I really like my job, it is time for a new one…for more reasons than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news the NNG finally bought himself a truck….FINALLY. I am probably more excited than him because for me this means having my car, privacy and respect for my general things back to myself. Not to mention the cessation of tiffs over whose turn it is to fill the fucking thing. Finally my car will stay clean as opposed to the frustrating, unnecessary mess he leaves after EVERY use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-6776221394564113928?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6776221394564113928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=6776221394564113928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6776221394564113928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6776221394564113928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/06/randon-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7889923502579331173</id><published>2011-05-19T17:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:24:44.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately the NNG has been asking me more often if I will be with him forever. I honestly can't imagine anything else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7889923502579331173?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7889923502579331173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7889923502579331173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7889923502579331173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7889923502579331173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/05/ahh-love.html' title='Ahh Love...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-4437425229888924523</id><published>2011-05-11T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T16:05:10.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Theres always something and its always the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could get into it, but it would literally take FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its time to get the guns and its time to shoot some fish." Vince Vaughn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-4437425229888924523?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4437425229888924523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=4437425229888924523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4437425229888924523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4437425229888924523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-8344469486420531414</id><published>2011-05-08T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:17:45.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>Ah Love...</title><content type='html'>The one thing I absolutely hate about the NNG is that he has an unnerving gift for making me feel like a complete dumbass. No matter what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-8344469486420531414?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8344469486420531414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=8344469486420531414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8344469486420531414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8344469486420531414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/05/ah-love.html' title='Ah Love...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-8842386653690267470</id><published>2011-04-28T08:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:11:34.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things.'/><title type='text'>More Random Things.</title><content type='html'>So for the summer I'm going to take yoga classes. I really want to take an art class, but I want to be active somehow. I suppose I could do both, but working grave...it would have to work out with my sleep schedule and be somewhat affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent the NNG a clothed, semi explicit video. It was the first one I ever sent him. He had no idea it was coming, but he loved it. Its a sexy game for me seeing how and what I can do to get him going and distracted while hes out working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I mentioned this before, but a while ago I used to have nightmares. They went away for a full year I think, but now they're back. I don't know whats up. Some of them are really disturbing and can bother me throughout my day, not often does that happen, but it sucks either way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-8842386653690267470?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8842386653690267470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=8842386653690267470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8842386653690267470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8842386653690267470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-random-things.html' title='More Random Things.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7707801530142326337</id><published>2011-04-28T07:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T08:15:43.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things.</title><content type='html'>Lately, the early mornings have been my favorite time of day. I'm usually alone and at complete peace with myself as opposed to my unusual stressed inner monologue as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has been going a million miles a minute about EVERYTHING. Mostly my life with the NNG and the decisions we're starting to make together. Its on my mind constantly. One, because I've never had to make big decisions with anyone before and two, because I am often at a crossroads as to what decision is the RIGHT one...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust him and us so I'm sure I'll work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive decided that for my birthday I want a FULL spa day...the works. My birthday isn't until July, but I know it wont be cheap so I told the NNG last night thinking he can start saving for it now. Ha. I hope he gets it for me. This is the first year that I know exactly what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to redo the guts of our place before we get a house. It seems more practical, but agreeing on the furniture will be the problem. We don't have the same taste. I'm more into sleek and modern, hes more into whatever the opposite of that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7707801530142326337?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7707801530142326337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7707801530142326337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7707801530142326337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7707801530142326337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-things_28.html' title='Random Things.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-8734657953290235470</id><published>2011-04-22T16:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:52:19.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions.</title><content type='html'>So I've made the decision to take piano lessons and some sort of other class this summer. If I don't, I'll become a homebody and I'm too young and fine for that to happen. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to take some pole dancing classes or pottery classes. Once upon a time ago I used to be completely indulged in art and creating things. I was a drawer and a painter. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wouldn't mind a kick boxing class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-8734657953290235470?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8734657953290235470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=8734657953290235470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8734657953290235470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8734657953290235470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/04/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2239322198444489778</id><published>2011-04-18T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:26:30.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>Ever look at someone and be completely disgusted by them and all the things you thought you loved? Its an oddly familiar feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2239322198444489778?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2239322198444489778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2239322198444489778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2239322198444489778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2239322198444489778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-764715962249191302</id><published>2011-03-04T19:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:56:17.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The NNG and I have been looking to rent a house together. I love the idea of us making a home together. I would feel less like a squatter. He assures me that I am 100% wrong on that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of this is the fact that we seem to be moving towards something in our relationship. We're not at a stand still and our commitment to each other is reaching a whole new level. This makes me happy. I think we are starting to understand one another a whole lot better each day, so that helps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of happiness...the NNG quit his job. He just walked right out of there. He couldn't take it so he left for break and never went back. I was so happy and proud of him. He hated that place and now he is free of it. That's a good feeling...I'm sure many people can relate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For him this means more doing what he loves and way more money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for me, I'm still loving my new job. I'm just recently out of my 90 days, which means I'm making even more money than when I started. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now we are entertaining the idea of a joint savings account.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-764715962249191302?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/764715962249191302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=764715962249191302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/764715962249191302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/764715962249191302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/03/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7126728246400965188</id><published>2011-02-11T17:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:33:03.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know size doesn't matter, but have you ever had the opportunity to have sex with a very well hung guy and done it simply because he was well hung?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;My NNG is VERY well hung. The very first time I saw it, my first instinct was to bail. All that aside, my decision to have sex was never based on size.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/JHardyThomas?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7126728246400965188?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7126728246400965188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7126728246400965188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7126728246400965188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7126728246400965188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-know-size-doesn-matter-but-have-you.html' title='I know size doesn&amp;#39;t matter, but have you ever had the opportunity to have sex with a very well hung guy and done it simply because he was well hung?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-203382263765617816</id><published>2011-02-11T17:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:32:44.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you following the crisis in Egypt?  Do you follow politics and current events in general?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I do not watch television at all at home, only at work do I catch whats going on in the world, though every now and then I may read up on something via mobile browser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/JHardyThomas?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-203382263765617816?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/203382263765617816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=203382263765617816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/203382263765617816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/203382263765617816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/02/are-you-following-crisis-in-egypt-do.html' title='Are you following the crisis in Egypt?  Do you follow politics and current events in general?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-3211579891091506332</id><published>2011-02-11T17:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:32:44.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think that Twitter has replaced Instant Messaging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I never really jumped on the Twitter train, but I suppose it is possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/JHardyThomas?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-3211579891091506332?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3211579891091506332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=3211579891091506332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3211579891091506332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3211579891091506332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-think-that-twitter-has-replaced.html' title='Do you think that Twitter has replaced Instant Messaging?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-60008910648690302</id><published>2011-02-11T17:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:32:06.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you happy?  What makes you smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Cookies. Mmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/JHardyThomas?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-60008910648690302?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/60008910648690302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=60008910648690302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/60008910648690302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/60008910648690302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-makes-you-happy-what-makes-you.html' title='What makes you happy?  What makes you smile?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-3212386158130087710</id><published>2011-02-11T16:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:02:55.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>1st Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The NNG and I had our first anniversary this past Wednesday. We didn't do anything extra special to mark the event, although I'm sure it will be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did want to go out to dinner or something...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did do was get four redbox movies and ordered Chinese food. The highlight of the night, for me, was our amazing make out session on the futon. That's something we haven't done in a while. I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few months of our relationship year have been tough ones. There have been times where it hurt so bad I just wanted to give up. I've absolutely cried more in this last year than I have ever cried in my life. I'm sure he could say something similar. The option of parting ways has come up more times than I'd like to admit, but that extremity lost out every time, which could possibly speak wonders about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the low points aside I can honestly say that I have also never smiled, loved, laughed, experimented, or really lived life until I met him. He makes me believe great things can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-3212386158130087710?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3212386158130087710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=3212386158130087710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3212386158130087710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3212386158130087710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/02/1st-anniversary.html' title='1st Anniversary.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-8816684926389583557</id><published>2011-02-07T17:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:38:19.848-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>What Happened To Common Law?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The NNG is trying to drag me along to yet another of his family wedding. Its his brother this time. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I DO NOT WANT TO GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont like weddings and I do not want to take time off to go to one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would rather work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-8816684926389583557?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8816684926389583557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=8816684926389583557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8816684926389583557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8816684926389583557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-happened-to-common-law.html' title='What Happened To Common Law?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-6004166175402946643</id><published>2011-01-05T13:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:36:54.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever had sex with black men?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yeah. It was a long time ago, in high school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-6004166175402946643?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6004166175402946643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=6004166175402946643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6004166175402946643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6004166175402946643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-you-ever-had-sex-with-black-men.html' title='Have you ever had sex with black men?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7924642646810025538</id><published>2011-01-03T19:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:18:41.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have a favorite store for clothes and lingerie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I love love love Forever XXI and Buckle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7924642646810025538?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7924642646810025538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7924642646810025538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7924642646810025538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7924642646810025538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-have-favorite-store-for-clothes.html' title='Do you have a favorite store for clothes and lingerie?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-6490305085949044001</id><published>2010-11-23T21:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:37:27.376-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lover.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>Coming To Terms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is probably going to sound weird, but I can tell that I’m getting older and becoming a real adult. This is a serious breakthrough for me. I’ll explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times I come here to write about my life and me being stuck in my situation, but I was wrong. It may seem silly, but I really believed that I was stuck. A lot of stuff has been happening in my life that I never write about and I’ll try to touch on most of it now, but I am no longer stuck. I am where I am because of me and only I can change this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been happy these past few months. Not at all and I do not try to hide it. Those of you who know me know that I am, for the most part, a pretty straight forward person. I say what I mean and vice versa. In my relationship, this has been my downfall. It causes more harm than good, but I will not change that part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be completely honest in this post and it’s going to bite me in the ass, but this is a long time coming and I need to write about it because I’m still dealing with it. The reason I have not been happy is not due to one single thing it is due to a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a guy…Lover. I had him. He was mine completely, no matter what. He was always team Jessica; I never had to question his loyalty or his feelings for me. He made it clear…every day. I could always trust him NEVER to break team and he ALWAYS put me first. Of course back then I didn’t appreciate it as much as I probably should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be clear, I am not reminiscing. I am reevaluating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am with a man who is the complete opposite, which is a problem for me, I hope it is obvious why. I, being the person that I am, have mentioned this to him and he made me feel like I was stupid. Plain and simple. Though it’s been proven in our everyday situations and such, he assured me that I was wrong…like I so often am in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have changed and it is clear, but he doesn’t think he has, so again, I am wrong. He is always the first to break team. I don’t give a fuck what he says this is fact….even when it comes to the Shepherd. (More on that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the whole mix of my current relationship I’ve lost a little of myself. I have made so many sacrifices for him that I don’t even know what is good for me anymore or what I want. I put him and his comforts, wants, needs and whatever else before my own and a lot of the time it feels like he is doing the same, putting himself before me and that is where the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk, we argue, we yell, we text, we email and at the end it seems like we come to an understanding, but the same issues come back around full circle and it seems like it is happening more often than usual and every single time I feel like we push ourselves further and further apart from each other. When we used to argue, I knew and felt that it was just a speed bump…something that we’ll soon get over, but now we argue and the tension feels like the end of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling rips me apart slowly and painfully because I never know what he’s thinking or feeling and most times I am too scared to ask, but I do anyway. What I want is for us to go back to being us. Just us. Together. Alone. Something inside of me says that’s the answer and that we can get back to good. Even after all the hurtful things that have been said, neither of us wants it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that even if this doesn’t work out, I am not stuck. I am not stuck in this city, at my job or in this relationship. I have options and it took me too long to figure that out. I don’t have to put up with things if they make me unhappy. In every aspect of my life I feel like second best…especially in my relationship. I feel like I do more than what I should. I put in what I want &amp;amp; I get back the opposite. There are days where I wake up &amp;amp; I don't know how I'm going to survive it all. There are days where I never want to get out of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being broke. I'm sick of feeling alone. I'm sick of doing more than I should. I'm sick of coming home to the same shit. I'm sick of living with slobs. I'm sick and fucking tired of people hating on my dog. I'm sick of being the one who always makes the sacrifice. I'm sick of my feelings being downplayed &amp;amp; swept aside. I’m done with it. Something needs to happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about the shepherd…She’s my dog and she is staying. I don’t care what she does, chews, breaks, licks, spills or gets into she’s staying. End of story. &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/4623025364515092563-6490305085949044001?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6490305085949044001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=6490305085949044001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6490305085949044001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6490305085949044001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/11/coming-to-terms.html' title='Coming To Terms.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-147127524969137437</id><published>2010-11-10T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:48:36.345-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>New Job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I got the job at the casino. The position is Cage Cashier, in case I didn't mention it before. I didn't realize how vigorous the process was for this type of thing. The whole gaming application was ridiculous, but worth it. I get two weeks of training and then I'm on my own. I'm excited. No more retail and all the crap that goes along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The NNG asked me if was going to start hanging out with my other friends when I start having extra money. The answer is more than likely, yes. I want to hang out now, the only thing missing is the money. I think he secretly likes that I'm not able to go and do the things that I want to do at least then he doesn't have to worry about me leaving him behind or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-147127524969137437?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/147127524969137437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=147127524969137437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/147127524969137437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/147127524969137437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-job.html' title='New Job.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-5322669337055675362</id><published>2010-10-28T12:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:21:26.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>That Positive Thinking Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the Nice New Guy is all about &lt;em&gt;Positive&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thinking &lt;/em&gt;and to a certain extent, I get it, but lately he has been trying to shove his way of thinking into my head.....and his way of doing so is pretty much by telling me that the way I think and/or feel is wrong...end of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have anything against the way he thinks and views life, but I do have a problem with him trying to mold me to his ways. Hes like a bum begging for money. He just wont shut the fuck up. I don't try to shove my views onto people, so why do they deem it necessary to do so to me? I don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean he doesn't hear me saying that I think he is a complete moron for believing so vehemently in the fairy tale of positive thinking. Not only can he not explain his case well, but he sounds like a jerk trying to. To me its a joke. No matter how serious and emotional he gets I just cannot take him seriously and I refuse to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if thinking positive comes naturally for him and I really don't care, but he wants me to force myself to think his way and not only will that not work for me, it is just a mask or lie of what my true feelings and thoughts are. It will take up more energy to think his way than to actually think and feel whats real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-5322669337055675362?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5322669337055675362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=5322669337055675362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5322669337055675362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5322669337055675362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-positive-thinking-bullshit.html' title='That Positive Thinking Bullshit'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-4660252319946799493</id><published>2010-10-28T11:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:04:53.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><title type='text'>Fingers Crossed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love this time of year. It gives me something to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a job interview for a local casino a few days ago. It went really well and I wasn't nervous at all, I was scheduled for a second interview the same day. The position is Cage Cashier-Full Time if I was selected for the job I would make three more dollars an hour plus tips. I really hope I get this one. I'm not so great at math even basic math, but I am willing to try it before I knock it. I need this change desperately and it really cant be that hard. With three weeks of training, I think I could master it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cross your fingers for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-4660252319946799493?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4660252319946799493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=4660252319946799493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4660252319946799493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4660252319946799493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/10/fingers-crossed.html' title='Fingers Crossed.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-3946020840586190867</id><published>2010-10-26T18:09:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:25:12.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Pets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/TMdhKG0eigI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrXvXDa-3iw/s1600/1287340878474imagejpeg_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532497493505247746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/TMdhKG0eigI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrXvXDa-3iw/s200/1287340878474imagejpeg_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;About 2 weeks ago we acquired a new puppy. We call her Gretta. Shes a German Shepherd pure bred, almost 4 months and a complete handful. I figured I should post a picture of her seeing as how I think she's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just last night we took both of the dogs for a walk and we were stopped twice about her. One lady wanted to buy her and the other guy was surprised to actually see one. I didn't realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/TMdrpEzu1YI/AAAAAAAAABw/mKL_bzFWLpw/s1600/CIMG0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532509020657472898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/TMdrpEzu1YI/AAAAAAAAABw/mKL_bzFWLpw/s200/CIMG0203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;German Shepherds were such a hot commodity. Now that I know, I feel like I need to keep a better eye on her when we go out. I would hate for someone to take her from us. It would crush me. It has crossed my mind though to sell her and pay some bills, but its too late, Ive already fallen for her....even if she is a natural disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/TMdtMsibWFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NNeMVnepihY/s1600/CIMG0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532510732129359954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/TMdtMsibWFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NNeMVnepihY/s200/CIMG0169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I better show you the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; dog, Zuri. This one belongs to the NNG and most times she only listens to him, but shes six so shes not as hyper. They're both big lovers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/TMdtMsibWFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NNeMVnepihY/s1600/CIMG0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/TMdtMsibWFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NNeMVnepihY/s1600/CIMG0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-3946020840586190867?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3946020840586190867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=3946020840586190867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3946020840586190867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3946020840586190867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-pets.html' title='Our Pets.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/TMdhKG0eigI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrXvXDa-3iw/s72-c/1287340878474imagejpeg_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-9205359158341748234</id><published>2010-10-05T10:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:12:06.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>Apples...The Red Ones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This little blog of mine has been getting me into all kinds of trouble. I thought about deleting it on more than one occasion, but I'm a glutton for punishment or something because this blog isn't going anywhere for a while....as of now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I don't have much to say this time around except that one of the things I love most about the NNG is that he doesn't try to shield me or keep me away from certain things. He lets me fly, so to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I might as well ramble a little whilst I'm here, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The NNG and I are going to Vegas on the 16. Its right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to be experiencing something new with him....its not often we run into something he hasn't previously explored. There is still that whole wedding thing, but hopefully we get time to really relax. He deserves it. He's been working way too much. I wish he would slow down just for a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Its funny how something you were not very partial to in the beginning later becomes one of your favorite things. That's how I feel about the jeans I'm wearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-9205359158341748234?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/9205359158341748234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=9205359158341748234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/9205359158341748234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/9205359158341748234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/10/applesthe-red-ones.html' title='Apples...The Red Ones.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2223828210800457358</id><published>2010-10-05T10:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:43:35.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Story.'/><title type='text'>;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZqXmBy1_qOQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZqXmBy1_qOQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2223828210800457358?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2223828210800457358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2223828210800457358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2223828210800457358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2223828210800457358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=';-)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-651305231390833245</id><published>2010-09-05T12:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:19:02.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk'd.</title><content type='html'>Its strange how a single moment or a few words said in anger or hurt can change your entire view of a person. Once that moment happens there is no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lie to someone then you are forever viewed as the person that lied. Same goes if you are caught cheating. You are forever seen as the cheater and no matter what there is nothing you can do to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more so, that person will always resent you for it. It will always be there between you....assuming, of course, that you have been 'forgiven'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually you start to lose yourself trying to prove to that person that you are worth trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no winning in that because one day you'll realize that your efforts are to no avail and there is nothing left. The day will come where you know that love isn't enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-651305231390833245?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/651305231390833245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=651305231390833245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/651305231390833245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/651305231390833245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/09/punkd.html' title='Punk&apos;d.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2645813800807181609</id><published>2010-09-03T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:47:28.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books.'/><title type='text'>New Book.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The downtown library is my favorite place these days, I just wish I didn't have to pay for parking every time. If I stay for an hour or less its free or just one dollar, but who carries cash these days? An even better question: Why don't they take credit/debit cards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other less depressing news I have found a book that has been keeping my attention pretty well. Its called Kill Two Birds &amp;amp; Get Stoned by Kinky Friedman. It pretty much had me from the first few sentences and it just keeps getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"There are two good things about living in a basement apartment. The first is&lt;br /&gt;that you cant kill yourself by jumping out the window. The second, and this is&lt;br /&gt;the most important one, is that whatever you do and wherever you go, you know&lt;br /&gt;you're always going to be on the way up..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm only on chapter 20, but thus far I think I'd recommend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2645813800807181609?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2645813800807181609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2645813800807181609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2645813800807181609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2645813800807181609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-book.html' title='New Book.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-8202468715512978248</id><published>2010-09-03T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:44:31.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things.'/><title type='text'>Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I sit here in this basement apartment drinking hot coffee and sucking down Camel butts, thinking about how I came to this very moment in my life and I got nothing. Oh well. I figure since I've not written anything in a long time, I might come by and ramble a bit. Brace yourselves, its probably not going to make much sense, even more so it might be boring, but once again....oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with the NNG are going...alright. We have our ups and our downs, though lately it seems as if our downs lead us into a spiraling pit of flames full of hate and resentment. We can go days without saying two words to each other. Even though we live together and sleep next to each other, if the argument is 'serious' its like we don't exist to the other. We are stubborn that way and I hate that we are so set in our ways that we forget about whats 'important'. Our last three tiffs were close calls and some part of me gives up a little each time, but we always seems to find our way back. Maybe we need a Dr. Phil lesson on how to argue effectively without shutting down, because even though we find our way back it seems as if our 'issues' are unresolved. It is unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is the same. I'm sick of that place. Even though I got a 20 cent raise I'm still in the poor house as if 20 extra cents an hour was going to make me rich or something. I stopped looking for a second job for about a month, but recently started back at my search again. It has become very apparent that I cannot live off this job alone. In all honesty, I knew that and I was prepared to 'deal' with it because the plan was to stay in school, but no. Due to financial aid troubles I am unable to go back to school until I pay $3,500. Unless I strike it rich, its not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NNG and I are supposed to be going to Vegas next month for his cousin's wedding. Once again, in all honesty I do not want to go. For one I don't want to be thrown into a situation where I'm being judged on how well I do with his family. I am not a family oriented person. For two neither of us really have the money to go on random trips to Vegas, but its Vegas. Enough said. So I will continue to put my credit cards on the back burner and he will sweep his legal fees under the rug for a few days of boring wedding family events. Let me just say that when I said I was going back to Vegas an innocent family wedding trip was not at all in my plans. Not even a little bit. Its going to suck hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is constantly screaming at me to take out a loan from my bank in order to go back to school, "I don't want you ending up like me, get your education early while you still have choices" she says at the top of her lungs. I thought moving out meant I don't get yelled at anymore, but I was wrong. I know she means well, but there is not much I can do with a barely above minimum wage job, so yelling is not going to fix the situation. In her defense education has always been at the top of her list. She is now working on her doctorate, so I understand her strong emotion towards it. She now has two daughters who cant go back to school due to outstanding debts. That's life I guess. Grain of salt and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama has mentioned on more than one occasion that she hopes I'm not messing up my life just to be with the NNG, but its hardly his fault. She has something against him, I just don't know exactly what it is. I also don't know if I care really. She'll get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-8202468715512978248?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8202468715512978248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=8202468715512978248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8202468715512978248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8202468715512978248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/09/stuff.html' title='Stuff.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1707568806725176399</id><published>2010-08-02T14:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:54:33.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Music.'/><title type='text'>Monday Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bF5O1lut4HI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not one of those people who needs to have something going on at all times or anything like that, but I'm not a fan of routine either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to do something really stupid soon I can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-317736914476750975?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7286882127742287658</id><published>2010-07-26T13:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:28:40.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Music.'/><title type='text'>Monday Music. Throwback.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0qO4XbihUs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0qO4XbihUs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7286882127742287658?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7286882127742287658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7286882127742287658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7286882127742287658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7286882127742287658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-music-throwback.html' title='Monday Music. Throwback.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-930326961937434962</id><published>2010-07-25T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:40:08.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes.'/><title type='text'>Quote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ever get so bored with your life, you're afraid your gonna do something stupid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mojave Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-930326961937434962?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/930326961937434962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=930326961937434962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/930326961937434962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/930326961937434962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/quote.html' title='Quote.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1171759818538989778</id><published>2010-07-24T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:50:00.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><title type='text'>Yearly Review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still no new developments on the job front, but at my current job we just had our yearly reviews and long story short I got a pretty good raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I heard through the grapevine that we were going to get raises this time around, (last year we didn't) but no one was expecting it to be anything great. In fact, I'm so fed up with this job that I was going to quit if my raise didn't make it to the next dollar bracket, but it did and all is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am still going to continue my search for a job closer to where I live now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-1171759818538989778?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1171759818538989778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=1171759818538989778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1171759818538989778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1171759818538989778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/yearly-review.html' title='Yearly Review.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-8443872435356497244</id><published>2010-07-24T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:51:00.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LP Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Memory.'/><title type='text'>Saturday Memory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once the LP Guy told me that he loved me, obviously he couldn't have been serious, but he went on to say, ‘Why else would it hurt so much when you blow me off? It explains why I can’t go a day without hearing from you. It just sucks because I’ve never met anyone that I vibe so well with. It doesn’t happen often. I don’t know what to do.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Always entertaining, that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-8443872435356497244?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8443872435356497244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=8443872435356497244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8443872435356497244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8443872435356497244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/saturday-memory.html' title='Saturday Memory.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7845067574001358701</id><published>2010-07-24T21:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:26:51.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6&apos;3.'/><title type='text'>Non-date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stood 6'3 up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were supposed to meet for drinks, instead I went to a barbeque. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I almost feel bad about it, maybe I'll reschedule. He's good conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7845067574001358701?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7845067574001358701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7845067574001358701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7845067574001358701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7845067574001358701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/non-date.html' title='Non-date.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-401714584518242578</id><published>2010-07-18T14:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:36:36.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things.'/><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its interesting how we hang onto certain things and experiences as it impacts our lives. Its like we never truly move on, and when you think about it how can we? There will always be that thing or moment from the past that sticks with us forever because the impact of it was too great to be let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or maybe that's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every now and then I catch myself drifting back into old habits due to some of the things I hang on to, which is proven to be a not so good thing...but what can you do, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-401714584518242578?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/401714584518242578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=401714584518242578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/401714584518242578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/401714584518242578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2559086955682232672</id><published>2010-07-05T23:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:06:41.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things.'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like I am going through life waiting for something monumental and good to happen. I get to a point where I'm just on auto pilot until the next big thing comes along. I know better than this of course. I have to make things happen for myself, but when I get into that type of a rut, it takes a little time getting out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to get back into reading. I've stopped and now I need that great escape from reality....especially now that things feel like they're caving down on me. I'd like to start a new long series, something completely time consuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My job search has thus far resulted in four interviews and zero callbacks. I don't really have much to say on that except...cant win em all. In my defense I really did try...Honest, I did. I was good, but someone else was better, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems as if the more you let someone in the easier it is for them to tear you down, even if they re not trying to. I let the NNG in completely and it seems like he lacks faith in me when I 'dream big' out loud to him. Its not a fun feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2559086955682232672?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2559086955682232672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2559086955682232672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2559086955682232672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2559086955682232672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2808914826713393237</id><published>2010-07-05T00:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:49:00.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Music.'/><title type='text'>Monday Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8aRor905cCw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8aRor905cCw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2808914826713393237?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2808914826713393237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2808914826713393237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2808914826713393237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2808914826713393237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-music.html' title='Monday Music.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2976394876469071564</id><published>2010-07-04T10:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T10:46:31.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays.'/><title type='text'>Quarter Life Crisis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well the holiday is here and guess who has to work??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least I get time and a half, which will be a nice surprise, I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am having a quarter life crisis and here is the outline of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I've been at my job for three years come December and I barely make over minimum wage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I'm going to be 23 and the world is slowly slipping from my fingertips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I've been looking and interviewing for new jobs and I'm not having the greatest luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I have bills that my current job cant really cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-To top it all off my car started leaking oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My next step in life will hopefully change all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2976394876469071564?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2976394876469071564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2976394876469071564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2976394876469071564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2976394876469071564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter Life Crisis.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-4197911779286311340</id><published>2010-06-28T23:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T10:16:18.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Confession.'/><title type='text'>Sunday Confession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sick of feeling like I'm alone when I have someone who is supposed to hold me up when I've fallen. I slipped once and was judged and looked down upon because of it. I've too much pride to express how much that actually hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue to greener grass here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-4197911779286311340?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4197911779286311340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=4197911779286311340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4197911779286311340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4197911779286311340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-confession.html' title='Sunday Confession.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-5468920105585833933</id><published>2010-06-21T00:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:20:00.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Music.'/><title type='text'>Monday Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:520383" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=id%3D1518072%26vid%3D520383%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A520383" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." width="512" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; padding: 4px; width: 500px; text-align: center; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/mike_posner/artist.jhtml" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;Mike Posner&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;New Music&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-5468920105585833933?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5468920105585833933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=5468920105585833933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5468920105585833933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5468920105585833933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday-music.html' title='Monday Music.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7356795515439407990</id><published>2010-06-20T16:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:11:30.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Confession.'/><title type='text'>Sunday Confession. Fathers Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My biological father wasn't around when I was growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently I've welcomed him back into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can tell that he regrets not being around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're like strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost envy the relationship he has with my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I grew up with an awesome step dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't want for a single thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm grateful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7356795515439407990?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7356795515439407990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7356795515439407990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7356795515439407990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7356795515439407990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-confession-fathers-day.html' title='Sunday Confession. Fathers Day.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7849705275140518191</id><published>2010-06-19T11:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:11:15.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish List.'/><title type='text'>Wish List.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My computer is still MIA, meaning they have no idea whats wrong with it and absolutely no clue on how to fix it so they're exchanging it for a new one and I get my money back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yay! There is a silver lining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really want one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.apple.com/macbookpro/"&gt;these &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;nice little pieces of machinery and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://sirprofligacy.wordpress.com/2010/06/08/why-i-love-my-macbook-pro/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is why, but I dont see that happening anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7849705275140518191?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7849705275140518191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7849705275140518191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7849705275140518191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7849705275140518191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/wish-list.html' title='Wish List.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-3534742541401176851</id><published>2010-06-17T09:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:46:49.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things.'/><title type='text'>Money Woes. Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems like Ive been looking for a second job for years, but its only been about 2 months. I applied to a local sex shop....fingers crossed for that one. I really need the extra money just so I can break even and get back ahead. My car took a lot out if me, but that's okay it was necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gave myself a six month time period to have everything back as it should be, with my all my bills paid in full and a small amount of savings on the side for whatever. My self control is amazing, so I can do it.....but not without a second job my current job is nowhere near enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My computer is broken. The Geeks have had it since May 28th. I've been sharing a computer with the Nice New Guy, which prevents me from blogging the way I want to, but hopefully I can go pick it up today or tomorrow. I miss it terribly. They keep saying that they will call me when anything changes....they never do. So once again I will be the one calling them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other news, I hate the Nice New Guy's dog. She behaves horribly and I'm sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-3534742541401176851?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3534742541401176851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=3534742541401176851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3534742541401176851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3534742541401176851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/money-woes-random.html' title='Money Woes. Random.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-630244215658288433</id><published>2010-06-04T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:14:00.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Frustration.'/><title type='text'>Friday Frustrations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My car does not run on air.&lt;br /&gt;I am not your chauffeur.&lt;br /&gt;Stop slamming shit.&lt;br /&gt;Take your trash with you when you get out...I'm not your fucking mother.&lt;br /&gt;Don't like my driving?...Get out and find another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I say goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-630244215658288433?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/630244215658288433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=630244215658288433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/630244215658288433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/630244215658288433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-frustrations.html' title='Friday Frustrations.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-8314876943214256766</id><published>2010-05-20T20:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:48:07.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm curious to know what love feels like to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Odd question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like...Shit. Judgement. Confusion. Eggshells. Muscle Relaxers. Falling. Purple. ACTs. Excitement. Music. Fear. Lust. Fun. Obligation. Determination. Inspiration. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got in the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-8314876943214256766?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8314876943214256766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=8314876943214256766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8314876943214256766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8314876943214256766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-curious-to-know-what-love-feels-like.html' title='I&amp;#39;m curious to know what love feels like to you?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7600033912913390145</id><published>2010-05-20T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:48:02.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you do without sex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes. Would I like it?...No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7600033912913390145?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7600033912913390145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7600033912913390145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7600033912913390145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7600033912913390145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/could-you-do-without-sex.html' title='Could you do without sex?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2519617512578508473</id><published>2010-05-17T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:14:01.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Music.'/><title type='text'>Monday Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/4623025364515092563-2519617512578508473?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2519617512578508473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2519617512578508473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2519617512578508473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2519617512578508473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/monday-music_17.html' title='Monday Music.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-4674298958614257333</id><published>2010-05-16T11:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:52:34.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to write something with purpose and depth, but I don't think its going to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ive been coming across a few posts relating to the grass being greener on the other side. Actually I've had this conversation with more than one person over the past few weeks and I think its something we all think about at one time or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter what the reason is may be, there seems to always be that underlying feeling of 'what if...'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been asking myself that question a lot, which probably says a lot about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-4674298958614257333?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4674298958614257333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=4674298958614257333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4674298958614257333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4674298958614257333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-if.html' title='What If...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-3725824300145526980</id><published>2010-05-12T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:43:03.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Time.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>New Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's so much to say, but I wont cram it all into one post...it'll be confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Nice New Guy and I are now living together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not seem like much to most people, but its quite the hurdle in my life. Everything is so different...in a good way, I think. I've not yet ran away, so it must be in a good way. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novelty of this new life is rather interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bad thing about this situation is that we've both been working our asses off and haven't been able to see each other as much as we used too, it seems....since he now has two jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His hours are early to midday. Mine are midday to midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the upside we still manage to have plenty of sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-3725824300145526980?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3725824300145526980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=3725824300145526980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3725824300145526980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3725824300145526980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-life.html' title='New Life.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1257242332102519591</id><published>2010-05-10T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:20:57.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to get married?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Um. Its not that I don't want to get married, its just something I don't actively think about and plan on doing. I mean, if it happens...it happens. If not...okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-1257242332102519591?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1257242332102519591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=1257242332102519591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1257242332102519591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1257242332102519591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-want-to-get-married.html' title='Do you want to get married?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2364272198175225533</id><published>2010-05-09T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:52:08.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you feel guilty for anything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yeah, but fuck it. Shit happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2364272198175225533?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2364272198175225533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2364272198175225533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2364272198175225533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2364272198175225533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-feel-guilty-for-anything.html' title='Do you feel guilty for anything?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-8685905207818500527</id><published>2010-05-09T22:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:50:35.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have many regrets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;A few. As soon as they invent a time machine, let me know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-8685905207818500527?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8685905207818500527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=8685905207818500527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8685905207818500527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8685905207818500527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-have-many-regrets.html' title='Do you have many regrets?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2406436126408677961</id><published>2010-05-08T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:38:59.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is New Nice Guy the one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Maybe. Who can really say? Living in the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2406436126408677961?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2406436126408677961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2406436126408677961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2406436126408677961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2406436126408677961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-new-nice-guy-one.html' title='Is New Nice Guy the one?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-5614141964187425217</id><published>2010-05-03T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:27:00.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Music.'/><title type='text'>Monday Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z__FHAG1Jk8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z__FHAG1Jk8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/4623025364515092563-5614141964187425217?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5614141964187425217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=5614141964187425217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5614141964187425217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5614141964187425217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/monday-music.html' title='Monday Music.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1554209928095352891</id><published>2010-05-02T15:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:59:30.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you do anything that your Nice Guy wouldnt like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Probably.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-1554209928095352891?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1554209928095352891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=1554209928095352891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1554209928095352891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1554209928095352891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-do-anything-that-your-nice-guy.html' title='Do you do anything that your Nice Guy wouldnt like?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-658566547207062851</id><published>2010-05-02T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:21:22.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather be single?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Sometimes I feel like it would be way easier, but as of now...no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-658566547207062851?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/658566547207062851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=658566547207062851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/658566547207062851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/658566547207062851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/would-you-rather-be-single.html' title='Would you rather be single?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-5321816298922263882</id><published>2010-05-02T14:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:13:59.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I flew in would you meet up with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Depends. Who are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-5321816298922263882?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5321816298922263882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=5321816298922263882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5321816298922263882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5321816298922263882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-flew-in-would-you-meet-up-with-me.html' title='If I flew in would you meet up with me?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7116265143725816542</id><published>2010-05-02T14:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:11:27.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are your goals for you're education?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;You'll know as soon as I do. I like the idea of Medical Assisting. I think I could enjoy that. We will see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7116265143725816542?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7116265143725816542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7116265143725816542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7116265143725816542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7116265143725816542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-are-your-goals-for-you-education.html' title='What are your goals for you&amp;#39;re education?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1050141632429237592</id><published>2010-05-02T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:07:56.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you in an open relationship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Im not in an open relationship, but Im not opposed to the idea either. He is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-1050141632429237592?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1050141632429237592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=1050141632429237592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1050141632429237592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1050141632429237592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-in-open-relationship.html' title='Are you in an open relationship?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-5317951020886615877</id><published>2010-05-01T20:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:31:42.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favorite movie quote?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&amp;quot;Allow me to be frank with the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-5317951020886615877?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5317951020886615877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=5317951020886615877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5317951020886615877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5317951020886615877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-your-favorite-movie-quote.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your favorite movie quote?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-3708259358954591312</id><published>2010-04-30T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:05:26.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Frustration.'/><title type='text'>Friday Frustrations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't seen my guy in about a week or so. I miss him terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've yet to get an actual interview from my job search. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so close to just saying fuck it and keep the job I have, but I really want to work in the city, it would be so much more convenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-3708259358954591312?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3708259358954591312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=3708259358954591312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3708259358954591312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3708259358954591312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday-frustrations.html' title='Friday Frustrations.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2133111153865911813</id><published>2010-04-30T14:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:57:34.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/JHardyThomas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2133111153865911813?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2133111153865911813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2133111153865911813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2133111153865911813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2133111153865911813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1185876742485148573</id><published>2010-04-29T11:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T12:50:16.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Story.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Time.'/><title type='text'>True Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Nice New Guy and I have a very &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; healthy sex life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are times where we cant keep our hands to ourselves and we'll end up going at it six or seven times in a day. When those days are upon us it doesn't usually take much to get going and e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;very now and then one of us will pull out something new. So one day I was surfing around on the Internet and I came across the idea to use a vibrator on him. The thought has crossed my mind before, but it was fleeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next day we were being hands on...as usual when I got the idea to blindfold him and torture him a little, which was visibly a huge turn on for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, the vibrator in question is not one you insert. It's to be used on the surface of the skin, its actually pretty amazing. It came with six interchangeable heads and &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; one perfect speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I say had because as he was blindfolded and after I teased him a little I reached under the pillow in search for the vibrator...the search for it took about five seconds too long, I had a mini burst of &lt;em&gt;what the fuck&lt;/em&gt; when I thought it fell between the bed and the wall, but I found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As soon as I had it in my hand, I looked down at him...he was completely naked, waiting for whatever was about to happen...he had no idea, it was beautiful. As I twisted the little piece of machinery to it's &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; position it literally buzzed for half a second and then died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;True Story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-1185876742485148573?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1185876742485148573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=1185876742485148573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1185876742485148573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1185876742485148573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-story.html' title='True Story.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-891044812466599656</id><published>2010-04-27T14:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:10:09.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lover.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things.'/><title type='text'>Fact.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. There are times when I feel like I'm trying way too hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. I've named my electronics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. I miss Lover. He was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. Lover has set &lt;em&gt;ridiculously&lt;/em&gt; high standards for any man after him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fact. It took me just recently to figure that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. I've named my car Clark Kent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. I do things knowing that I'll regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. I see the signs and I don't turn around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. I just maxed my credit cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. It'll take two months to pay those off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. I feel tired enough to sleep for days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. I've tons of hours coming up and I plan to call in 3 of those days just because I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. I let the Nice New Guy get away with things that I would never otherwise tolerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. I feel stupid and weak for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fact. My job search has a success rate of zero percent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fact. My current job is too far away from where I plan to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-891044812466599656?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/891044812466599656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=891044812466599656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/891044812466599656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/891044812466599656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/fact.html' title='Fact.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-274360305293505407</id><published>2010-04-27T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:56:15.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #234 - Celeb Edition</title><content type='html'>Who is one celebrity you would like to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle? --Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;Elope with? --Johnny Depp/Rob Pattinson&lt;br /&gt;Love? --Gael Garcia Bernal&lt;br /&gt;Excite beyond words? --Josh Hartnett&lt;br /&gt;Bang? --Brad Pitt/Jude Law&lt;br /&gt;See in bed with their current fling? Gabriel Aubry and Halle Berry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (optional):Tell us about one encounter (if any) that you've had with a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;Umm, years ago when I was working at a hotel gift shop I saw Bow Wow walk through the lobby he had a concert that night. At that same job Mike Epps and his posse came into the shop. I forget what he bought, but he was in town for a comedy show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-274360305293505407?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/274360305293505407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=274360305293505407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/274360305293505407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/274360305293505407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/tmi-tuesday-234-celeb-edition.html' title='TMI Tuesday #234 - Celeb Edition'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2333720619502999827</id><published>2010-04-20T19:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:29:32.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI.'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #233 - (Repost of #72)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Commando: Sexy or disgusting? Do you have a "best" commando story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Commando is sexy and a little sleezy at the same time. Be free...why not?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Foreplay: Is there such a thing as too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm for me if I start to go insane, then actual penetration is needed....soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Oral sex: Good if you are getting? Good is you are giving? Equally ewwwww?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oral sex is good both ways....most times. When giving it, its more enjoyable when I initiate it on my own rather than him requesting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Orgasm: Is one per night enough or does the first one just get your motor running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One is never enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Morning sex: "Oh hell yes!", "Well if I have, too." or "Just get in the shower and go to work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Morning sex...hmm. The Nice New Guy seems to be big on morning sex. In AR's blog I rode the fence on morning sex and coffee. So my answer is...'Well if I have to.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had anonymous sex? Have you ever had an orgasm without at least knowing your partner's last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2333720619502999827?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2333720619502999827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2333720619502999827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2333720619502999827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2333720619502999827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/tmi-tuesday-233-repost-of-72.html' title='TMI Tuesday #233 - (Repost of #72)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-6515631050392801215</id><published>2010-04-15T13:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T14:45:58.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lover.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Time.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things.'/><title type='text'>More Emailed Questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and Lover seemed like you were really into each other, why did you pick the Nice New Guy over him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I don’t know. Lover and I were really into each other, but we also had our issues, some of which I never wrote about. Some of those things were too much to look past. When it was good it was great. When it was bad it sucked, which is why we had so many breaks. The Nice New Guy is nothing like him. He handles himself in a completely different manner, which is still at times so new to me. The only similarity is probably the fact that they can both get angry pretty quick and they both fancy cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did you and Lover communicate if he hardly ever spoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I had to learn to read between the lines. Meaning, I paid close attention to his facial expressions and his body language/movements. I had to be a mind reader of sorts. It didn’t bother me because that’s how he is, I accept it. We’re all different. It wasn’t like he was a mute; he just didn’t go around carrying conversations with people for the sake of being social. He is not personable, but it works for him. Ive become more of an observer and less of a talker because of him, especially when it comes to meeting new people....old habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why don’t you post pictures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know really. It’s not that I don’t want to or anything, it’s just something that I haven’t done. Lately I’ve been thinking of changing that. We’ll see, I guess. I've actually been taking lots of interesting photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you ever go back to Lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably would have, if I didn’t know the Nice New Guy. Not because we had something great, but because it worked for me. It was easy not feeling obligated. We did what we did and that was it…for the most part. Something he did a few years ago put in stone that I would never actually commit to him…I won’t go into it, I come out looking weak. Some of you already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you met any other bloggers in person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like talking to other bloggers. It’s like talking to old friends sometimes, but I’ve yet to meet any of them in person. I had a dream I went to a Blogger Convention and so many people I ‘knew’ was there. Twas very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give us some really dirty details about you sex life with the Nice New Guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...where to start. I'm getting all I can stand, but I always want more...I'm wearing him out. He's very tentative to me and my needs, his erection is beautiful and strong. Often times he can bust a nut and keep going for a whole new round...without pause. I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;appreciate that...there are no words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-6515631050392801215?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6515631050392801215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=6515631050392801215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6515631050392801215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6515631050392801215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-emailed-questions.html' title='More Emailed Questions.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1331931359098912311</id><published>2010-04-14T01:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:54:04.113-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lover.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LP Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>Emailed Questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been slacking on the emails, hopefully this makes up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that you're in a relationship, would you ever cheat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I've thought about it...literally and generally it has crossed my mind and my answer is, no. I wouldn't cheat. I've seen and heard what cheating can do to a person and I cannot imagine putting someone through that. Another reason as to why I wouldn't cheat is because I don't have an excuse for it, nor do I foresee one arising. If it does happen to come to that then we shouldn't be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you like the LP Guy so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think Ive already answered this one, but I'll go ahead say it again. Hes seven years older than me. I dig older men. Hes a guys guy. Hes honest, blunt and doesn't hesitate when he talks to me. He loves his job, which I find amazing and rare. No subject is off limits, he has an eye for detail and we mesh well. Plus he introduced me to Chevelle. Bonus...hes an AWESOME texter...so good it deserved all caps. Texting is of my favorite things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have mentioned having a threesome with another woman, have you always been attracted to women?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm. No, this is a new development of sorts. I've always admired the beauty of a woman, but I've never really seen a chick and thought, 'Damn I'd like to get in them panties.' With this whole threesome thing my views have since changed, for the cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whats the news on the threesome? Will you post about it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talks of it have simmered down. Other, more important, things have been taking place so the threesome thing kind of got put on pause, but I am one thousand percent sure that its still something he wants to do. More specifically, the talks slowed down when I mentioned our third being a male....he didn't like that too much. His mind doesn't &lt;em&gt;open&lt;/em&gt; that way, I guess. If it happens I will definitely post about it...no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did you take a lot of your blogs down?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't think anyone would notice actually, but I took them down because it was a completely different time when I wrote some of that stuff and a lot has changed. I didn't want any confusion as it were. Everything written by Lover was taken down because that chapter has ended. I'll probably re post some of them soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is better, sex with Lover or sex with the Nice New Guy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too different to compare. I wouldn't know where to begin and I don't think I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you ever going to have sex with the LP Guy since he's your favorite?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At one point I wanted to...badly...and I would have, but during that time I was with Lover and I have a one at a time personal rule. To answer the question, I don't foresee it happening anytime soon, if at all for that matter..so no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why haven't you posted about any encounters with the Nice New Guy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well. Good question. I don't have a good answer though. Ive been writing about the encounters. I have billions of drafts, but every time I sit down to write one I never seem to finish it....then the moment is lost and I never come back....soon though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said that Lover was intense at everything he did, even sex. How does the Nice New Guy compare?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lover being intense is an understatement. He is the king of brooding intensity. The Nice New Guy is the exact, complete, polar opposite of Lover. On the &lt;em&gt;intensity&lt;/em&gt; scale to 10...Lover is a 30. Nice New Guy is a 4. Sex included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't you write about any other men?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm. Good question. I guess no other man has left any significant impact on my life that urges me to write about them. Maybe I'll start doing flashback posts...Millions of things are running through my head...should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-1331931359098912311?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1331931359098912311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=1331931359098912311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1331931359098912311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1331931359098912311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/emailed-questions.html' title='Emailed Questions.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-6723728777838857471</id><published>2010-04-11T00:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:22:53.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lover.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob The Roommate.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>Complete Opposites. Irrelevant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like to keep people I know in separate boxes. In other words, I keep different &lt;em&gt;groups&lt;/em&gt; separated. I don't know why that is, its just how things happened. So when someone tells me that they want to meet someone from another group, I hesitate...not because I don't want them to meet, but because I don't think its a good idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was proven right when I introduced a childhood friend to some friends from high school...bad vibes all day, but this isn't about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm all about bringing people together, but things are different when it comes to certain people. For example...and the reason for this post...the Nice New Guy wants to meet Rob the Roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not a big deal on paper, but in reality I just don't feel good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like Affliction/Tapout meets Vans/Sonoma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember an issue Lover and I used to have about me not introducing him to my friends and family. He thought I was &lt;em&gt;hiding&lt;/em&gt; him, which wasn't the case, but in all honesty who would want to meet someone who rarely ever speaks back when he's spoken directly to? He couldn't care less about first impressions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lover is the type of guy who is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; going to change for anyone, what you see is what you get. (I applaud him for that...to a certain extent) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rob the Roommate is rude in a different way. If midway into the conversation he stops giving a fuck, he'll tell you. If you say a word that doesn't have any logical definition (oh, ah, um, hmm) he'll stop listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Nice New Guy is the complete opposite. Hes personable, he smiles and can talk about anything. He knows so much, it amazes me sometimes. (Swoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of this is irrelevant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-6723728777838857471?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6723728777838857471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=6723728777838857471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6723728777838857471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6723728777838857471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/complete-opposites-irrelevant.html' title='Complete Opposites. Irrelevant.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-3284097469481895891</id><published>2010-04-10T23:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:52:32.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LP Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>Selfish Sacrifice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The LP Guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said he was my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said that I had a deep &lt;em&gt;deep&lt;/em&gt; superficial love for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said that I'd marry him for no other reason than our highly entertaining conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant it....but it seems my posting about him will come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this new and &lt;em&gt;devastating&lt;/em&gt; development....Nice New Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to hide from him so whenever the LP Guy messaged me I didn't run to another room to talk to him because I didn’t think it was an issue. (all the LP Guy and I ever do is talk. He lives an hour away) Well, turns out my guy doesn't like the idea of the &lt;em&gt;barely&lt;/em&gt; present LP Guy. (maybe I should have ran to another room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; understand where he's coming from, regardless of that slick shit comment I just made. In all honesty, I don't want to stop talking to the LP guy. It seems like I've known him for forever it makes me unhappy not to talk to him, but I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this adds up to me being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to not talk to the LP Guy, but I don't want to draw lines in our conversations as the Nice New Guy mentioned as an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objectively it would seem like I don't respect my guy enough to do the right thing, but in my own defense that's not true. I more than respect him; I can only hope he knows that. Which is why I'm going to cut the LP Guy out altogether instead of drawing lines...because once again, I'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have the sprinkles, I don't want the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell into deep superficial love with him because of his outspoken, unrestrained self...it won't be the same if I tell him to stop all the things I like and to alter who he is just so I can keep him &lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, if I can’t have the sprinkles...I don’t want the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to justify this by saying that if I continued to talk to him after my guys request not to, our conversations would not change in content, thus damaging our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem like it, but in my own sick, twisted way the Nice New Guy does come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not selfish at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, one could see this as a small sacrifice of sorts...hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-3284097469481895891?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3284097469481895891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=3284097469481895891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3284097469481895891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3284097469481895891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/selfish-sacrifice.html' title='Selfish Sacrifice.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1669685917068992316</id><published>2010-04-06T17:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:32:16.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI.'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #231 - Sexual Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Name one thing that turns you on with unprecedented success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are many things that turn me on, but the one thing that gets me every time is when I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what is going to be done to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Quick! Look around you and name 3 ordinary items that could be used sexually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tide Bleach Pen (Nice shape and size)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hair Scarf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Do you consider sex good even if you don't orgasm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes. Its not often that I don't orgasm, but when I don't the feel of him alone is quite enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. If you could be the opposite sex for one day, what sexual position or act would you like to experience from the other side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doggy Style because it seems to be a favorite to many people...and Side Fucking because its my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.Describe a sexual fantasy in 10 words or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sex in the stacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bonus (optional): Pretend you're a doctor and a patient has come in with an "ache". What is your course of "treatment"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take these, get laid and call me in the morning with details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tinypic.com/dw3xvq.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 15px;" src="http://tinypic.com/dw3xvq.png" alt="" 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/4623025364515092563-1669685917068992316?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1669685917068992316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=1669685917068992316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1669685917068992316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1669685917068992316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/tmi-tuesday-231-sexual-healing.html' title='TMI Tuesday #231 - Sexual Healing'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-3787767842116351390</id><published>2010-04-04T18:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T03:04:48.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things.'/><title type='text'>Just In Case.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone asked me why I wake up so early. No matter how late I stay up I can always get up at or before 11 or 10. Its rare that I sleep in past those times unless &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; under the weather or I over did it the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a &lt;em&gt;just in case&lt;/em&gt; early bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Thomas said it best.&lt;br /&gt;'I should get some sleep because tomorrow might be good for something.' (Unwell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks hard sometimes, but I feel like there's always a chance that tomorrow will be okay if I start off early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. Wake up. Survive. Start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-3787767842116351390?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3787767842116351390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=3787767842116351390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3787767842116351390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3787767842116351390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-in-case.html' title='Just In Case.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-8339172280841724733</id><published>2010-04-03T01:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:21:02.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><title type='text'>Rants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am still thoroughly pissed off from the past days events and the more I think about it the worse it gets, which will prove to be a serious problem. I'm glad it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've said this before, but I have &lt;em&gt;ZERO&lt;/em&gt; tolerance for people who think things are owed to them just because they exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry life doesn't work that way....Get fucking used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No one owes you shit. ESPECIALLY not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-8339172280841724733?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8339172280841724733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=8339172280841724733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8339172280841724733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8339172280841724733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/rants.html' title='Rants.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7091435497277025427</id><published>2010-03-31T13:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:45:11.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lover.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister.'/><title type='text'>Meet The Parents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I met the Nice New Guy's mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It went fine, I guess. There's nothing really special to report about it, but since I said I would here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She seemed nice and was friendly, I suppose. We had lunch at a joint. I actually think they should change the name of that place to &lt;em&gt;Joint&lt;/em&gt;...it fits better. It was awkward at first due to the weeks of anticipation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We talked about books, dogs and cheese....that's pretty much it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day he and I had dinner with my mama and sister. Its not the first time he's met them, but I'm sure that sucked for him. I mean, even &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; wouldn't want to have dinner with my mama. I know how she is. She can judge your entire character with a single look or question and from there she decides if she wants to deal with you or not. She doesn't like to waste her time and she doesn't care for the bullshit. You need to have your stuff straight to even be on her radar. To top it off she doesn't hide any of it....It'd be hilarious if it weren't so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The whole meeting the family thing SUCKS. I don't like it. The alternating holidays routine is not fun for me. Ive only met two other mothers in my life and they were both by surprise. Those guys knew me well enough to know that it was not something I necessarily wanted to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first one was in high school. I had a curfew then and it was after a school dance. We had some time to kill so he took me to meet his mother. It was quick. Not at all awkward. She liked my hair. I was shy then, they both understood that and didn't push much conversation out of me. I appreciated that. We looked at pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Side note: It is not fun for me to see family pictures. I just don't care that much. If its not hanging on the wall I don't want to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The second time was Lover's mom. I had no idea where we were going, which was not unusual as he hardly spoke. His mom is best described as loving. She hugged me a lot and she cooked for me. Conversation flowed easy with her. Seeing her was like being around family...it was just easy. I kind of miss her. It is hard to believe that Lover is her son. I wouldn't mind paying her a visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm not at all looking forward to meeting the Nice New Guy's dad...Not even a little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whatever, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7091435497277025427?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7091435497277025427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7091435497277025427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7091435497277025427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7091435497277025427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/meet-parents.html' title='Meet The Parents.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-263156676422513713</id><published>2010-03-31T12:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:55:50.757-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LP Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The LP Guy wants to take me to a concert. He offered to pick me up, take me out and stay with him. I dont ever really see him since hes about 30 minutes away, but it sounds nice right? A few months ago I probably would have said yes, but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot stand it when people ask me for money, I wont do it. Its not like it happens often, but it still pisses me off. We are all in the same boat, and that boat is called &lt;em&gt;broke as fuck&lt;/em&gt;. I am not a bank, nor am I your fucking mother...go away. Its not happening I don't care who you are. I'm not talking about a dollar here five dollars there. Im talking 50 plus...the answer is no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm starting to shutdown. I don't know why, but I can feel myself disconnecting. I'm sleeping an awful lot, which, if you know me or if we've spoken, is not normal. Pretty soon I'm going to be on auto pilot. Work, sleep. Sleep, work. Nothing in between. Good way to save money. I'm looking forward to it actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to put in for more hours...we'll see if I'll actually get them. Speaking of work, I have been looking for another job, so far no luck, but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-263156676422513713?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/263156676422513713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=263156676422513713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/263156676422513713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/263156676422513713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1022499318703513865</id><published>2010-03-31T01:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T03:10:45.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These past few days have been an emotional roller coaster. I don't even know where to begin or even if I should. I'm the type of person who can think of something that happened a year, month, week or day ago and still be equally as pissed off as I was when it first took place....its a gift, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are the thoughts that have been floating in my head and some that were actually shared over the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I don't like feeling as if everything is my fault. I don't like being the one who is constantly apologizing for how I feel. If I'm miserable and you're in earshot you are going to know about it. End of story. Deal with it or else a decision has to be made. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Its warming up. I thought I would be happy about the warmer weather, but I'm not. I do not enjoy sweating like a fucking pig for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I hate, hate, &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; having to repeat myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I'm turning into my mother, which is not a bad thing, but it means having ridiculously high standards. She's right most times, but even still we are polar opposites on most topics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Its a good thing I can watch my shows online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I left my guys house on a not so good note, which is really too bad...I kind of wanted to get laid again before my 28 days are up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Just because you are a serial monogamous and I'm not does not mean you know it all. It means &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; have a problem...not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-If it is so easy for you to throw in the towel, tell me what the point is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Slow and steady does not win the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I'm probably going to say something I shouldn't say...I'm going to think about it, I'm going to say it and its likely that I'll regret it, but I'm going to say it anyway.....Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-My priorities are fucked and there is absolutely no reason for it....No good reason at least. I haven't been doing a single productive thing these last few weeks. I need to start doing for me...the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-1022499318703513865?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1022499318703513865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=1022499318703513865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1022499318703513865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1022499318703513865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-my-head.html' title='In My Head.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1487081149335642609</id><published>2010-03-25T02:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T03:04:04.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things.'/><title type='text'>3 Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I have gotten off track in a terrible horrible way, but I am determined to get it together. In fact, I'm starting on the &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; right path tomorrow. One step at a time. Eye on the prize. Blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I am meeting the Nice New Guy's mom today. I'm not as nervous about it as I was before, but hopefully it goes good. I'll try to be sweet and smile. I've gotten a lot of feedback about this and I will be myself only a little more polite. Wish me luck. I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-The Nice New Guy fucked me in the stairwell of my complex over a balcony in the middle of the night. It was very exciting. Nothing ever gets old with him. I cant imagine what it'd be like having to quit him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-1487081149335642609?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1487081149335642609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=1487081149335642609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1487081149335642609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1487081149335642609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-things.html' title='3 Things.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7196241463463972480</id><published>2010-03-19T23:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:10:04.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Time.'/><title type='text'>Progress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The search for a third hath begun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I met a girl about a week ago at a friends mini house party and I think shes perfect for the job. She's bi,  her and her guy are in an open relationship and she's down for the get down. Plus as far as chicks go shes my type. Not at all the girl next door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7196241463463972480?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7196241463463972480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7196241463463972480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7196241463463972480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7196241463463972480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/progress.html' title='Progress.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2220640016157320097</id><published>2010-03-18T15:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:47:42.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Time.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>Last Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night was St Patty's Day. Its not a holiday I typically look forward to celebrating, but My Nice New Guy wanted to take me out and I wanted to get drunk, which is becoming a regular occurrence. I need to slow down on that, especially with what has been going on behind the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he took me by a few bars that were nothing special then decided that we should go to Westport. We went to about three or four bars in that area, I had a few beers there. The streets were closed off and there were vendors out. I had the best hamburger of my life that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMJ drunk dialed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our journey back home we stopped at a gay bar called Buddies. I had the most fun in that bar, as it wasn't packed to capacity and beyond...like every other bar we went to that night. The music was good and the people were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of it all we took free shots with the bartenders. I had a hot sex shot...it was sweet. I was pleasantly drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night the Nice New Guy fucked me. Actually hes been fucking me three times a day since Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoils me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2220640016157320097?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2220640016157320097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2220640016157320097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2220640016157320097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2220640016157320097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-night.html' title='Last Night.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-72506431210527861</id><published>2010-03-15T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:42:21.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Music...Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRdHsuuXxfk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRdHsuuXxfk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/4623025364515092563-72506431210527861?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/72506431210527861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=72506431210527861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/72506431210527861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/72506431210527861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-musicagain.html' title='Monday Music...Again.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-8644914285462769438</id><published>2010-03-15T01:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:58:39.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Story.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>True Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once the Nice New Guy and I broke the barrier so-to-speak, it seems as if we cannot sit next to each other without making out or physically touching  in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This day in particular we were at the mansion aka my place, watching girls fight over Ray J...or some other stupid and completely addictive reality television show, when during the commercial break the carnal urge to kiss him took over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cue the heavy make out session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kissing. Licking. Sucking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My fingers were laced in his hair, he angled my body under him...there was some serious business about to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I arched my back up towards him as he pressed himself closer to my body. There was a new urgency in our kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Roug kissing. More licking. Hard sucking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Side note: My nipples are waaaay more sensitive with the piercings and any amount of pressure sends me into a mini frenzy.) Free hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck. He somehow managed to snake one of his hands between our bodies to find my clit, to which he applied pressure. At this point there is not a coherent thought in my mind except him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His dick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of a sudden he stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He looked at me and said, "It would be so cool to have a house boat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WTF. It was almost hilarious....almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-8644914285462769438?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8644914285462769438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=8644914285462769438&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8644914285462769438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/8644914285462769438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/true-story.html' title='True Story.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-5536739292509177257</id><published>2010-03-15T00:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:36:47.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Music.'/><title type='text'>Monday Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed height="343" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="416" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:438918" flashvars="configParams=&amp;amp;artist=2807105&amp;amp;vid=438918&amp;amp;%26startUri=mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:438918" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 416px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 12px"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ec660c" href="http://www.cmt.com/artists/az/lady_antebellum/artist.jhtml" target="_blank"&gt;Lady Antebellum&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a style="COLOR: #ec660c" href="http://www.cmt.com/music/" target="_blank"&gt;More CMT Music&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a style="COLOR: #ec660c" href="http://www.cmt.com/video/music-videos/" target="_blank"&gt;More CMT Music Videos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-5536739292509177257?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5536739292509177257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=5536739292509177257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5536739292509177257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5536739292509177257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-music.html' title='Monday Music.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-2419097032894865373</id><published>2010-03-14T13:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:46:58.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Confession.'/><title type='text'>Sunday Confession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This whole relationship thing is fairly new to me. I say fairly because with Lover there were a few lines even though we did our own thing, but this is completely different as this guy is my &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not accustomed to answering to anyone and explaining myself to anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm used to doing what I want to do. I'm used to hanging out with whomever I want...and that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ive never had to stop and think of how it could affect another person and honestly Ive never really cared....yes I'm that selfish, or I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; that selfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So my confession is that I have never opened up to any one person until now. The seemingly constant flow of emotions scares me sometimes and I don't think I know how to really deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh well, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-2419097032894865373?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2419097032894865373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=2419097032894865373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2419097032894865373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/2419097032894865373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-confession.html' title='Sunday Confession.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1378233341151121245</id><published>2010-03-12T14:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:40:31.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Frustration.'/><title type='text'>Friday Frustrations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a meme I found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I tried my best to be guarded. Now it is out of my control and I hate it. With everything inside of me, I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; it. What happens now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Working nights. My availability is open, but still nine out of ten of my shifts are closing shifts. I do not like it, but if I change my availability there's a chance I wont be scheduled at all. Cant win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-1378233341151121245?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1378233341151121245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=1378233341151121245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1378233341151121245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1378233341151121245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-frustrations.html' title='Friday Frustrations.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-6047909503111174209</id><published>2010-03-12T00:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:35:01.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; right now is to be bent at the waist, taken by my hair and fucked thoroguhly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-6047909503111174209?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6047909503111174209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=6047909503111174209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6047909503111174209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6047909503111174209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/need.html' title='Need.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-265129313527179474</id><published>2010-03-11T12:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:52:14.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob The Roommate.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Time.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>Threesomes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every since Rob the Roommate asked me to be in a threesome with him and his favorite girl it seems like threesomes are the way to be. Everywhere I go its threesomes this, threesomes that. I've never participated in one, but my guy is down for it so I plan to make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love that hes open for new things. It keeps stuff interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-265129313527179474?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/265129313527179474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=265129313527179474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/265129313527179474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/265129313527179474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/threesomes.html' title='Threesomes.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-3022264676830586824</id><published>2010-03-11T12:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:27:58.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lover.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>Not Clear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A few days ago &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Nice New Guy asked me how things ended with Lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I paused for a minute. I was searching for something to say that wouldn't make him worry or question things between us. Then I realized that Lover and I didn't end we just stopped...like we've done so many times before, which is probably why he is still talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I tried to explain to him that what Lover and I had was just a drawn out fling thing. We were on and off and on and off. I don't think he liked the idea of it. I don't blame him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Things are too open ended with Lover. No matter how many times I say no. He doesn't hear it. I think that's due to the fact that we've always had an open &lt;em&gt;situation&lt;/em&gt;. He did his thing, I did mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need to be clear...without seeing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-3022264676830586824?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3022264676830586824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=3022264676830586824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3022264676830586824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3022264676830586824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-clear.html' title='Not Clear.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7002163636486157367</id><published>2010-03-10T20:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:40:36.343-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lover.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>~@#@~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I haven't been a very good blogger as of late, but I have been writing...just not posting, which probably doesn't count for much...but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways things with the Nice New Guy are good. He has a bad fucking habit of dropping things on me when I'm drunk as if I'm going to forget that shit when I'm sober. Ugh. Some of that shit should have been said weeks ago. I'm still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me what it was like for me to actually claim someone in a relationship. I didn't know what to say, but I can say that I didn't think I could care this way. With Lover it was different, I didn't let myself open up to him enough to really care. I tried to open up to him once, but he soon proved to me that it would have been a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking love McDonald's breakfast. What a wonderful way to start the day. It's really too bad they don't serve it all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7002163636486157367?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7002163636486157367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7002163636486157367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7002163636486157367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7002163636486157367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='~@#@~'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7884868318245089636</id><published>2010-03-03T12:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:11:18.257-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>Um Yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've managed to dodge every possible meeting with &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Nice New Guys parents. I'm just not thrilled to meet them any time soon or at all for that matter, but I suppose I cant avoid it for much longer. Ugh. Might as well get it over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work sucks as usual, but Ive been getting more hours...which is very much needed, so whatever. I've also been looking for a new job. Not like the last time where I looked for one day and that was it. Its for real this time....promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7884868318245089636?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7884868318245089636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7884868318245089636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7884868318245089636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7884868318245089636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-yeah.html' title='Um Yeah.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-6104548230453302174</id><published>2010-02-16T15:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:08:38.032-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>City Date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you know me then you know that I have dreams of living the big city life. The Nice New Guy knows this about me and for the last few months or so he's been promising me a date. When I think of a date the typical dinner and a movie comes to mind, not to say its a bad thing, but its very cliche and more of what I was expecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He told me the night before that he was going to be working all day Monday, which undoubtedly made me sad because I was really looking forward to seeing him. Long story short, eight o'clock rolled around and I get a phone call from him telling me to get ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead of driving the Mustang he surprised me and came via taxi that took us to the city, where we had dinner, desert, explored the town...etc. Every place we went was by way of taxi. It doesn't sound like much, but the amount of effort he put into giving me something I've never had and always wanted made me happy. I couldn't stop smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KC New York date....best date of my entire life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-6104548230453302174?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6104548230453302174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=6104548230453302174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6104548230453302174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/6104548230453302174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/02/city-date.html' title='City Date.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-5483787433616719419</id><published>2010-02-15T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:16:32.410-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Music.'/><title type='text'>Monday Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/td2FjC7aaAU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/td2FjC7aaAU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/4623025364515092563-5483787433616719419?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5483787433616719419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=5483787433616719419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5483787433616719419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5483787433616719419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-music.html' title='Monday Music.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7201647950688931716</id><published>2010-02-13T22:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:31:28.790-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>So.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The amount of drafts I have built up over the past few months is amazing. I've been trying to say something specific and no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;arrangement&lt;/span&gt; of words seem to work, but now it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Nice New Guy and I have decided to become exclusive. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what to say on that bit. It kind of came out of nowhere, but I will add that being with him is easy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; feel forced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today he told me that he wanted me to meet his parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I panicked a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-7201647950688931716?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7201647950688931716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7201647950688931716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7201647950688931716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7201647950688931716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/02/so.html' title='So.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-4543708909338257445</id><published>2010-02-04T13:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:38:27.472-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>Random Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My hours have picked back up, which is a great thing. I'm going to need the money and once things are a little more concrete I'll go into detail. If we've spoken then you may already know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a new manager at my job, which means I need to start looking for a new place to work. Him and I are not vibing well and I don't plan on trying to get along with him. The crazy thing is that I've only met him once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still screwing the Nice New Guy, which means I'm still talking to him. Its not in me to be a complete bitch to him. He doesn't deserve it, plus I like him. Things are easy with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School...Not much to say here. I'm in another math class and so far I'm doing waaaaay better than I did last block, but I'm sure this last week will fuck that up. I'll get it together though, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hair- Ive been thinking seriously about colouring my hair red in a few months. Its about time for me to have a new edgy look. I hate blending in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-4543708909338257445?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4543708909338257445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=4543708909338257445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4543708909338257445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4543708909338257445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-things.html' title='Random Things.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-4247083629418452706</id><published>2010-01-21T16:31:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:16:30.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LP Guy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob The Roommate.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Time.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>=+=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have decided, in this moment, that I'm going to slow down talking to the Nice New Guy for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is distracting me from more important things. Things that I need to get in order and I only have a few short months to do so. I also need to pick up more shifts somehow...they cuts hours at my job again and as much as I hate working, I know I need to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could explain that to him, but I don't want to risk him thinking that I care or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I talked to the LP Guy...I love that man. He's always good conversation and still my favourite man ever. I will make time for that one. Rob the Roommate is runner up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ive had two different offers to join couples in their sexual escapades. Its good to know that I'm first round draft pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This might be my year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-4247083629418452706?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4247083629418452706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=4247083629418452706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4247083629418452706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4247083629418452706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_21.html' title='=+='/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-7393153140692719193</id><published>2010-01-18T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:01:00.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Music.'/><title type='text'>Monday Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7SMEfyAWfo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7SMEfyAWfo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/4623025364515092563-7393153140692719193?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7393153140692719193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=7393153140692719193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7393153140692719193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/7393153140692719193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-music_18.html' title='Monday Music.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-1149872070707617740</id><published>2010-01-13T14:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:34:26.697-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>**--**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ive been seeing a lot of the Nice New Guy. I should point out that a month ago I didn't like him past his face, now I cannot get enough of him. I don't want this to sound like more than what it really is, because its not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really like that he understands me and how I am. He knows that there is a line and when things get...too intense or too close he pulls back. All unsaid...until recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One night he asked me why I avert my eyes when he looks at me. I told him why, but of course he already knew. Last night, when he was doing that thing I like...completely innocent...we were face to face and he asked me why it bothered me. I told him, but now I'm getting the impression that it bothers him. I think he &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; the extra intimacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After he left we started texting and he said that he wouldn't hurt me. I'm reminded of the conversation we had about me not letting him in. We had that talk before he started 'sexin' me up.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-1149872070707617740?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1149872070707617740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=1149872070707617740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1149872070707617740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/1149872070707617740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='**--**'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-3245148778783446435</id><published>2010-01-11T12:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:02:55.178-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lover.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Time.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice New Guy.'/><title type='text'>&lt;--&gt;</title><content type='html'>Ive had a few days off recently. One of those days I spent with the Nice New Guy at his apartment. I wont go into details, but we were all over each other all day...we did somehow watch two full movies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my new addiction. Even after I know I cant take anymore, I want it. We went at it three times, with no more than a five minute pause in between. He recovers quickly and his hands are constantly roaming my body...nonstop, before, during and after. Usually I don't like to be touched that much, its too intimate, but I love when he does it and I miss it when he's not doing it...like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a very perceptive man. When we hang out I cant help but be reminded of Lover. They have a lot of the not so good things in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also wants to cook for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-3245148778783446435?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3245148778783446435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=3245148778783446435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3245148778783446435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/3245148778783446435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-had-few-days-off-recently.html' title='&lt;--&gt;'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-5000918531029900477</id><published>2010-01-11T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:01:00.494-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Music.'/><title type='text'>Monday Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oi3TLDS7hm8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oi3TLDS7hm8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/4623025364515092563-5000918531029900477?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5000918531029900477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=5000918531029900477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5000918531029900477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/5000918531029900477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-music_11.html' title='Monday Music.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623025364515092563.post-4713045451591538893</id><published>2010-01-05T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:01:00.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI.'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #220</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would You Rather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A relaxing vacation or an adventurous trip?&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn. I mean I've always wanted to do the whole Goonies thing, but at the same time I want to just lay back and chill. I'm afraid I cannot choose between the two. Cop out, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a perfect nights sleep or have amazing sex?&lt;br /&gt;This one is easy and seeing as how getting laid is all I really want to do I'm going to say amazing sex. Who knows, maybe I'll get really lucky and sleep will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rather be intimate with the lights on or off?&lt;br /&gt;Either way. Its all fun and stimulating. There are times I want to see and be seen and times I want the element of surprise...depending on what we're doing and how dark it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your S/O be a terrible kisser who could always make you orgasm or an amazing kisser who could never make you orgasm?&lt;br /&gt;Ha. I love these questions. I would rather him be a terrible kisser. Kissing is not important. The orgasms are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Date someone much younger or much older than you?&lt;br /&gt;Easy. Older. I've a thing for silver foxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in optional): Which reality show would you be good at? Why?&lt;br /&gt;The Real World...its one big party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623025364515092563-4713045451591538893?l=jhardythomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4713045451591538893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623025364515092563&amp;postID=4713045451591538893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4713045451591538893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623025364515092563/posts/default/4713045451591538893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhardythomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/tmi-tuesday-220.html' title='TMI Tuesday #220'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666554323015577872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7Nf_T6hVYU/Sncx8Rr4mMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RX-kQ3F8oE/S220/ripped_jeans.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
