<?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-9217109</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:12:37.702-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A  Calm in Vertigo</title><subtitle type='html'>Just me and my random thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inter-my-head-memorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9217109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inter-my-head-memorandum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479222197556130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/butch_napkins/Kat/Kat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9217109.post-110516443799650053</id><published>2005-01-07T20:05:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T20:07:17.996-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate html too</title><content type='html'>I really wanted my blog to look cool, and besides the fact I have nothing to write, the background I tried to make work, didn't listen.  Oy Vey!  Maybe I'll post some of my old poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9217109-110516443799650053?l=inter-my-head-memorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inter-my-head-memorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/110516443799650053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9217109&amp;postID=110516443799650053' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9217109/posts/default/110516443799650053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9217109/posts/default/110516443799650053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inter-my-head-memorandum.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-hate-html-too.html' title='I hate html too'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479222197556130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/butch_napkins/Kat/Kat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9217109.post-110196347734701245</id><published>2004-12-01T18:50:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T18:57:57.346-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Everything about You</title><content type='html'>I thought about this idea for a while, and I think it is time. You see, I hate a lot of people. Yes, it is true, don't let the cute face fool you. And for all those people out there, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Parents who let their children run around stores &amp; restaurants~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at a restaurant and there have been a few occassions where the parents will be&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the table while the kid is running back and forth not caring that there are people doing their jobs. Listen, I am NOT getting paid $2.65/hr to babysit your&lt;br /&gt;kid. Glue his/her ass to the seat or don't go out. Also in stores, there'll be kids&lt;br /&gt;running around. Get a leash for everyone else's sake. I don't want your kid's&lt;br /&gt;sticky little grubby fingers all over me and everywhere I go. There was a kid at a&lt;br /&gt;pretzel shop coughing his lungs out right in front of me and everyone else around&lt;br /&gt;without covering his mouth at all. That's disgusting. Just face the truth, some kids&lt;br /&gt;need muzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Screaming children &amp; the parents who give in~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when I go to a store and the child is begging for some new&lt;br /&gt;fanaggled toy that he/she won't want in a week's time, and when the parent denies&lt;br /&gt;the child their precious, they start whining and screaming to try and get their&lt;br /&gt;way. ***Note- take the kid home and spank him*** Out of sight out of mind. They&lt;br /&gt;have these stupid rules now where disciplining your kid is wrong, very wrong. Do&lt;br /&gt;you wonder now why so many of them are out of control and heading for the Jerry&lt;br /&gt;Springer show before they can barely walk? And there is a HUGE difference&lt;br /&gt;between smacking your kid on the butt, and punching his face and throwing them&lt;br /&gt;into walls. But what's worse than any of that is giving in so the child will shut&lt;br /&gt;up. Don't try to keep the power now, you forfeited it to a smelly brat. I had a&lt;br /&gt;cousin who always got her way when she was young, and now she's a&lt;br /&gt;manipulative bully. Once again , a muzzle would be nice, only because shock&lt;br /&gt;collars would be considered abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Drivers who drive in the turning lane~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: busy little town; a car pulls into the turning lane not to&lt;br /&gt;turn, but to merge with traffic, and keeps driving until clear to get in.&lt;br /&gt;Conflict: Drive on the road; turn in turning lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand if it's so busy that sometimes people get into the turning lane.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is when you keep driving and get in the way of people who are&lt;br /&gt;actually obeying the traffic laws. Resolution: Pass a legislative bill that allows me&lt;br /&gt;to blow out the tires of any driver that performs this act of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Old people in vehicles~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely need to touch this. Just drive the speed limit or get off the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Whiny people who try to sue companies for their own stupidity~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1: Woman's children get fat and unhealthy eating McDonald's food. Lady sues McDonalds. Fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2: Lady drives away with a HOT coffee and it gets spilt. Here's a note. Coffee=HOT!Once again, she sues. Where is the common sense???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 3: Person A smokes.&lt;br /&gt;Person A gets lung cancer and dies. Person B, who was related and/or married to&lt;br /&gt;person A , sues the tobacco company. Well, tough shit. No one said cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;would lead to a long healthy life. It says it right on the box. These people are&lt;br /&gt;worse than retarded monkies. At least the monkies would be entertaining to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~People who think they are better then everyone else and need to get things their way or else~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care if your daddy or mommy give you everything you've ever wanted, I am NOT obligated to kiss your ass. One day you will learn that life isn't easy and it's not all people crack it up to be, that is if you get the silver spoon out of your mouth long enough. There are people working their asses off just to survive. You can do without your $50 sweater, or you $90 designer jeans for just once in your life. Reality may suck, but it's a whole lot better than a disillusioned existence. Here's a bit of advice: Life's tough, get a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~People who decide that it's okay to give their waitress/waiter a hard time, run them like crazy, want something for free, and/or not tip~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I work in a restaurant. I have had countless customers who just can not be pleased. People like that should not be allowed in public. They are miserable, and usually out for something free. I had a lady order a salad, and even pointed to it on the menu, and when I brought out her salad it was wrong. Granted, I was nice and fixed it, she thought it was my fault. I can't help if you don't read properly. I am a waitress, not a servant. I hate it when people think that I only have time for them. When I'm juggling six-seven tables in two seperate dining rooms, things get complicated, and where as I try my best to give the best I can, I am still only human. I am only there to give you good service and a smile, not to kiss your ass for $2.65/hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Women/Girls who dress scantily and wonder why they get "unwanted attention"~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wear clothes that your boobs and ass are hanging out of,&lt;br /&gt;guys (and girls) are going to look, either googling or in disgust. Don't be pissed off because you're basically on stage showing yourself off to be hit on. And what's&lt;br /&gt;worse, this is what our younger generation is doing. I see so many girls younger&lt;br /&gt;than 12 showing their bodies off. Well, don't surprised when the rate of&lt;br /&gt;pregnancies in younger people go up because we as a society think it's safe to&lt;br /&gt;market their bodies for some clothing companies pocketbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Guys who have their pants past their asses so their boxers show~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was coming out of the local mall to see nothing but a guy's boxers and his pants&lt;br /&gt;way below his butt. Okay, for one, it's retarded. No one who dresses like that&lt;br /&gt;should be hired anywhere. For two, have you ever heard of a belt? For fuck's sake&lt;br /&gt;pull your pants up! Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9217109-110196347734701245?l=inter-my-head-memorandum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inter-my-head-memorandum.blogspot.com/feeds/110196347734701245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9217109&amp;postID=110196347734701245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9217109/posts/default/110196347734701245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9217109/posts/default/110196347734701245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inter-my-head-memorandum.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-everything-about-you_01.html' title='I Hate Everything about You'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479222197556130962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/butch_napkins/Kat/Kat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
