<?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-29380575</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:45:34.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity Suits My Personality</title><subtitle type='html'>If We Weren't So Crazy, We'd All Be Insane!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-4826908665436194207</id><published>2007-07-03T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:54:41.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP EYE-AN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/Ropw_-MWyEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QCudXt9LxTs/s1600-h/ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082999373769918530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/Ropw_-MWyEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QCudXt9LxTs/s320/ian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian...I'll remember you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grade 9 Drama...history was made. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were a great guy who always had a loving smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-4826908665436194207?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4826908665436194207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=4826908665436194207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/4826908665436194207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/4826908665436194207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/07/rip-eye.html' title='RIP EYE-AN'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/Ropw_-MWyEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QCudXt9LxTs/s72-c/ian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-6335171521052514764</id><published>2007-06-20T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T06:17:03.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i would say to mandy...or emma...or mandy...or emma....or emma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RnkmVwMYLAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MRgrQSAxsJk/s1600-h/pickup_lines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078132209992870914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RnkmVwMYLAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MRgrQSAxsJk/s320/pickup_lines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *note* I changed the title of this post to make emma happy...i dont know that she realized it wouldn't be a good thing if i said that to her...BUT whatever keeps her happy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-6335171521052514764?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6335171521052514764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=6335171521052514764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/6335171521052514764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/6335171521052514764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-i-would-say-to-mandyor-emmaor.html' title='what i would say to mandy...or emma...or mandy...or emma....or emma'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RnkmVwMYLAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MRgrQSAxsJk/s72-c/pickup_lines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-4884932740675963880</id><published>2007-06-11T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:39:09.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is All I Have To Say Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/Rm2ypAMYK_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GFK7y0_t-tM/s1600-h/thoughts.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074908772612713458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/Rm2ypAMYK_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GFK7y0_t-tM/s320/thoughts.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-4884932740675963880?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4884932740675963880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=4884932740675963880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/4884932740675963880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/4884932740675963880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-all-i-have-to-say-right-now.html' title='This Is All I Have To Say Right Now'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/Rm2ypAMYK_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GFK7y0_t-tM/s72-c/thoughts.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-1724411600753358410</id><published>2007-05-26T04:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T04:44:39.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Neil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RlgdoC2Y3SI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SpOFuSzIj1Q/s1600-h/neil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068833954402458914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RlgdoC2Y3SI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SpOFuSzIj1Q/s320/neil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-1724411600753358410?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1724411600753358410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=1724411600753358410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/1724411600753358410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/1724411600753358410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/05/rip-neil.html' title='RIP Neil.'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RlgdoC2Y3SI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SpOFuSzIj1Q/s72-c/neil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-3497828594190599861</id><published>2007-05-12T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:02:56.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter</title><content type='html'>Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;i never get to be goofy anymore&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm a grown up&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;man&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;even when me and heather are on our own&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;i doubt we'll act mature&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;i can just see it now&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll walk into her room half naked .... " OMG ...know what i just noticed .... pea nut ... BUTT er .... BUTT heather ... BUTT HAHAHAH !"&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;something dumb like that&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;actually that word breaks into three funny words&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;pee&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;nut&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;butt&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;errrrr&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;yeeeah&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;Baby when your gone ......&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;even food dont taste no good&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;like...&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;peanut buutter&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;Peanuttedbutter&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;pre nutted butter&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;we put the nuts in your butter BEFORE selling it to you&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;No extra charge.&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;its free&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;well almost&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;for you today almost free&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;*some assembly required&lt;br /&gt;*batteries not inclueded&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;only 17 AAA batteries needed for ever serving&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;*we can not be held responsible for the damage caused by eating battteries*&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;thats when the same company sells an&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;"antacid"&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;man ....&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;do you think&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;you could use&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;recharagable batteries?&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;ok i am never going to look at peanut butter the same way again&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;me either...&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;dont spread it around ok?&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;so not spreadably like peanutbutter&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;i wont.&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;lol...only smooth peanut butter is spread. crunchy munches the bread up&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;that and batteries....&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;they are very crunchy&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;"and call to in the next three years and we'll give you a FREE GUN!"&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;but act soon&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;suupplies limited to the last 3 callers.&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;in a 254 hour period of time&lt;br /&gt;Eric says:&lt;br /&gt;im odd&lt;br /&gt;Courteney says:&lt;br /&gt;me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-3497828594190599861?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3497828594190599861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=3497828594190599861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/3497828594190599861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/3497828594190599861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/05/peanut-butter.html' title='Peanut Butter'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-7272540360539007341</id><published>2007-05-10T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:36:05.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning Slowly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RkOP0_P6ruI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cqiR6mtQG3o/s1600-h/Brick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063048546588733154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RkOP0_P6ruI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cqiR6mtQG3o/s320/Brick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If anyone gets the title...I will be extrememly impressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-7272540360539007341?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7272540360539007341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=7272540360539007341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/7272540360539007341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/7272540360539007341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/05/drowning-slowly.html' title='Drowning Slowly...'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RkOP0_P6ruI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cqiR6mtQG3o/s72-c/Brick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-4684116184997626742</id><published>2007-05-08T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:02:19.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellow Canadian: I Salute You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RkCe3fP6rsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X5m0Kp8RF10/s1600-h/P1010013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062220657282690754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RkCe3fP6rsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X5m0Kp8RF10/s320/P1010013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whichever Canadian climbed up into the roof of a gaziboo in Hyde Park and stuck a Canada sticker there...good on ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. The title of this post is dedicated to Heather Maine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-4684116184997626742?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4684116184997626742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=4684116184997626742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/4684116184997626742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/4684116184997626742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/05/fellow-canadian-i-salute-you.html' title='Fellow Canadian: I Salute You'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RkCe3fP6rsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X5m0Kp8RF10/s72-c/P1010013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-1371457221871062589</id><published>2007-04-14T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:38:21.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...Pop dosn't look so good anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phenylalanine:&lt;/strong&gt; (fen-l-al-uh-neen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C9H11NO2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?amino+acids"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amino acids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; which the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?body"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; cannot manufacture itself, but must acquire from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?food"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?abundant"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;abundant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?meats"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?cheese"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and skim milk.&lt;br /&gt;Phenylalanine is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?precursor"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;precursor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?tyrosine"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tyrosine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and together they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?lead"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?formation"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;formation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?thyroxine"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thyroxin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?thyroid+hormone"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thyroid hormone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?adrenaline"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;adrenaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?noradrenaline"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;noradrenaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; which is converted into a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?neurotransmitter"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;neurotransmitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?brain"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?chemical"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chemical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?transmits"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;transmits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?nerve+impulses"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nerve impulses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This neurotransmitter is used by the brain to manufacture noradrenaline which promotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?mental"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; alertness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?memory"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, elevates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?mood"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and suppresses the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?appetite"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; very effectively.&lt;br /&gt;Along with another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?amino+acid"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amino acid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?tryptophan"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tryptophan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, phenylalanine governs the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?release"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?intestinal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;intestinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?hormone"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hormone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?cholecystokinin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cholecystokinin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Overuse of phenylalanine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?supplements"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;supplements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?cause"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?anxiety"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?headaches"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;headaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?hypertension"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hypertension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and are contraindicated for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?pregnant"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?woman"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, those who suffer from anxiety &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?attacks"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?high+blood+pressure"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;high blood pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?PKU"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?pigmented"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pigmented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?melanoma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;melanoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; or anyone taking an anti-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?depressant"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;depressant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; containing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/cgi-bin/omd?monoamine+oxidase+inhibitors"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;monoamine oxidase inhibitors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phenylketonuria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The genetic disorder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/Phenylketonuria"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;phenylketonuria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (PKU) is an inability to metabolise phenylalanine. Individuals with this disorder are known as "phenylketonurics", and must abstain from consumption of phenylalanine. This also holds true for pregnant women with hyperphenylalanine (high levels of phenylalanine in blood) because they will not properly metabolise the amino acid phenylalanine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phenylalanine is present in many sugarless gums, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/Monster_Munch"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Monster Munch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; crisps, sugarless soft drinks (such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/Diet_Coke"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diet Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/Diet_Pepsi"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diet Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;), Lipton Diet Mixberry Green Tea, Icebreakers Mints, and a number of other food products, all of which must be labelled: "Phenylketonurics: Contains phenylalanine."&lt;br /&gt;It's important to realize that phenylalanine itself is not present in the food. Rather, the artificial sweetener &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/Aspartame"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aspartame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aspartame:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sweetener is marketed under a number of trademark names, such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/Equal_%28sweetener%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Equal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/NutraSweet"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NutraSweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/Canderel"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Canderel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and is an ingredient of approximately 6,000 consumer foods and beverages sold worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;It is 150-200 times sweeter than sugar, originally found in asparagus and other vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;Aspartame has been the subject of controversy regarding its safety and the circumstances of its approval by the American FDA and European FSA.&lt;br /&gt;Some studies have recommended further investigation into connections between aspartame and negative effects such as headaches, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/Brain_tumor"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;brain tumours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/Lesion"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;brain lesions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/Lymphoma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lymphoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Methanol:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The methanol (in aspartame) is absorbed and converted to formaldehyde in the body. Formaldehyde is known to cause damage to the immune system, nervous system, and irreversible genetic damage at very low-level, long-term exposure.&lt;br /&gt;Methanol breaks down into formic acid and formaldehyde in the body. Formaldehyde is a deadly neurotoxin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An EPA assessment of methanol states that methanol "is considered a cumulative poison due to the low rate of excretion once it is absorbed. In the body, methanol is oxidized to formaldehyde and formic acid; both of these metabolites are toxic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The recommend a limit of consumption of 7.8 mg/day. A one-litre (approx. 1 quart) aspartame-sweetened beverage contains about 56 mg of methanol. Heavy users of aspartame-containing products consume as much as 250 mg of methanol daily or 32 times the EPA limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before aspartame was approved in beverages (1983) the National Soft Drink Association created a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/nsda.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THIRTY PAGE PROTEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (that was later read into the Congressional Record) noting that aspartame was NOT stable, and could actually make the unwary user FATTER! FACT: The NSDA has changed its mind... and now says that aspartame is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nsda.org/softdrinks/aspartame.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SAFE STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-1371457221871062589?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1371457221871062589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=1371457221871062589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/1371457221871062589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/1371457221871062589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeahpop-dosnt-look-so-good-anymore.html' title='Yeah...Pop dosn&apos;t look so good anymore.'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-7476229940717560441</id><published>2007-04-12T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:09:18.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ladies of Cameron Crowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cameron Crowe manages to make the most beautiful souls in his female chatacters. My three faves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Miss Penny Lane aka Lady Goodman (Kate Hudson): The beautiful anti-heroine of Almost Famous...I idolize this character for some bizzare reason. She truly is wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sofia Serrano (Penelope Cruz): The beautiful fantasy woman in Vanilla Sky. She is just so easy going and mysterious...she reminds me of Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Claire Colburn (Kirsten Dunst): The know it all stewardess from Elizabeth town...just the energy that she makes eminate from the screen...stunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thats all for now...I'll probably elaborate later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-7476229940717560441?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7476229940717560441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=7476229940717560441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/7476229940717560441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/7476229940717560441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/ladies-of-cameron-crowe.html' title='The Ladies of Cameron Crowe'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-4237290909144954700</id><published>2007-03-24T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:05:50.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelllllll</title><content type='html'>new blog for trip &lt;a href="http://www.wherehasthecalmgone.blogspot.com"&gt;www.wherehasthecalmgone.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-4237290909144954700?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4237290909144954700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=4237290909144954700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/4237290909144954700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/4237290909144954700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/travelllllll.html' title='Travelllllll'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-196402784922430652</id><published>2007-02-01T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:29:16.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RcLMFnegkUI/AAAAAAAAABg/mfQJa8_lUCo/s1600-h/Sunrise1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026804530967253314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RcLMFnegkUI/AAAAAAAAABg/mfQJa8_lUCo/s320/Sunrise1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I lay awake watching the moon this morning. No stars. One of those nights when all you can see is darkness and the tentative light of the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around my room it seems strange that I can see more stars inside then out. The glowing stars on my ceiling appear fuzzy and look like they are moving as they fade into plastic once more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch the star on my neck. For a second I can not remember where the second, older star was left--and then I recall shoving it into the pocket of my favourite jeans. The jeans with grass stains and dirt pressed into them from a night in the forest, and with wax near the knee that reminds me of when I was physically connected with two people whom I love. One that I know well (maybe better than myself) and one that I am just getting to know and more likely than not will never fully know. I am glad that the first and older star is with my favourite, well worn jeans. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago that star never left my neck but now the newer star replaces it. I am not ready to completely give up the old star or the person who wore it, but I know longer need to keep it so near to my skin. They can stay shoved into the back pocket of my old jeans until I need to pull them out again and feel the comfort of a time that isn’t real anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new star is lighter than the old star--if my hand didn’t automatically touch it so often I could forget it was there. Like I do with the four silver rings on my fingers--the only time I notice them is when I do not wear them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize my new star is the only jewellery that I wear that is not from the same store. I think about whether I like this or not and decide that I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old star is a reminder of the past and the new one is the promise a future and of a change.&lt;br /&gt;The moon is still glowing and I hope it’s going to be one of those days when you can still see it because the sky is so clear. I always find it reassuring that, even though the sun is shining, the night is still lurking, merely disguising itself in tones of silver and white to compliment the blues and yellows of day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-196402784922430652?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/196402784922430652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=196402784922430652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/196402784922430652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/196402784922430652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/02/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RcLMFnegkUI/AAAAAAAAABg/mfQJa8_lUCo/s72-c/Sunrise1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-2853213024226453007</id><published>2007-01-21T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:15:15.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"AUGHHH! MY EYES! AUGHHH!"-Nick Cage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RbRINCwGRjI/AAAAAAAAABU/1IpGDlpzfLY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022718873339053618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RbRINCwGRjI/AAAAAAAAABU/1IpGDlpzfLY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"killing me wont bring back your damn honey!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"oh but i know it will" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*CRACK*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the thing is...we're supposed to be feeling bad for nick cage at that point but really i'm like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i was in a pagen community and figured out a plot to lure nick cage there and do away with him...i'd take advantage of that situation too...they cannot be blamed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6i2WRreARo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6i2WRreARo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiV2BUlFzk8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiV2BUlFzk8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOpsbAUEe90&amp;NR"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOpsbAUEe90&amp;amp;NR&lt;/strong&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/29380575-2853213024226453007?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2853213024226453007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=2853213024226453007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/2853213024226453007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/2853213024226453007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/01/aughhh-my-eyes-aughhh-nick-cage.html' title='&quot;AUGHHH! MY EYES! AUGHHH!&quot;-Nick Cage'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RbRINCwGRjI/AAAAAAAAABU/1IpGDlpzfLY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-1801657937148848113</id><published>2007-01-11T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:20:13.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graydon's Shroomed Out Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Questions are what make us (humans) different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole key to everything is knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be better in the woods with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes is a long time, what do you think your life would be like if you just ate when you needed to and just spent the rest of your time in yourself thinking, how fast do you think when you're waiting for something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-1801657937148848113?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1801657937148848113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=1801657937148848113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/1801657937148848113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/1801657937148848113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2007/01/graydens-shroomed-out-thoughts.html' title='Graydon&apos;s Shroomed Out Thoughts'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-296731955579125773</id><published>2006-12-29T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:00:13.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some final words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A new poem...I am amazed...believe me I am. But I did it...and I dont think it's half bad...and I understand it...even if no one else will! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;may i have some final words? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if it all means something?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt that even that would mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;are we all so hopeless? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have felt so many kisses&lt;br /&gt;that after awhile they started to feel&lt;br /&gt;like tears of joy:&lt;br /&gt;nice but so unneeded and useless.&lt;br /&gt;being unemotional always ends up being emotional.&lt;br /&gt;what a waste of my [un]precious time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things aren’t certain? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is certain? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all things are certain? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;are we certain? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is this certain? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;BUT ARE YOU CERTAIN? &lt;em&gt;certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;          i remember when certainty was comforting&lt;br /&gt;instead of suffocating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this decision&lt;br /&gt;could be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;[or of you if the person i’m thinking of&lt;br /&gt;has anything to say about&lt;br /&gt;this matter…]&lt;br /&gt;OH PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;don’t tell me that it doesn’t matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set me free from this&lt;br /&gt;before i do.&lt;br /&gt;fuck this phase…&lt;br /&gt;why not? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;why not? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you have ALREADY fucked&lt;br /&gt;up everything else.&lt;br /&gt;including this&lt;br /&gt;now let it&lt;br /&gt;GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;then I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…no!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it all means something?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i pray to God that that’s not true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hypocrisy at it’s greatest? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you hate loving me? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;admit it…and add another regret&lt;br /&gt;to the long list that you keep.&lt;br /&gt;another secret to hide from…&lt;br /&gt;you know who&lt;br /&gt;i’m talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you’re not listening again!&lt;br /&gt;i hate you and i love you&lt;br /&gt;sound the same to your ears.&lt;br /&gt;it’s sad that in this place i’m in&lt;br /&gt;screaming i hate you&lt;br /&gt;is so much more satisfying than&lt;br /&gt;whispering i love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;but oh, how i love you!&lt;br /&gt;you never did leave me satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of them&lt;br /&gt;they seem to feel the need to say that&lt;br /&gt;i’m wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;wonder fills me.&lt;br /&gt;i am full of wonder.&lt;br /&gt;i am wonder full.&lt;br /&gt;but i will never be&lt;br /&gt;wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;because you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you’re wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and i am NOTHING like you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all you have for me&lt;br /&gt;are blank stares&lt;br /&gt;and a voice that tells me&lt;br /&gt;i am nothing special to you..&lt;br /&gt;i dare you…&lt;br /&gt;make me cry…&lt;br /&gt;make me CARE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you cry? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;do you care? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;do you hurt? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;will it hurt? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;why don’t you set me free?&lt;em&gt; i am wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;          i remember when saying i love you was a compliment&lt;br /&gt;instead of an insult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if it all means something?&lt;br /&gt;an endless abyss of meaning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is no one else afraid? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m contagious.&lt;br /&gt;that’s why we had to be&lt;br /&gt;          sep-a-rate-ed.&lt;br /&gt;it’s the only logical explanation&lt;br /&gt;except for…there are two wooden boxes there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i take you with me? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;do you want to come with me? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;will you come with me? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;can you come with me? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WHY CANT WE BE TOGETHER? &lt;em&gt;you are contagious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          i remember when being right made me proud&lt;br /&gt;instead of making me want to hurt…something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two wooden boxes&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;it’s not that far&lt;br /&gt;it’s not that far&lt;br /&gt;it’s not that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s just not close.&lt;br /&gt;          closer…&lt;br /&gt;                   closer…&lt;br /&gt;                           closer…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even as this box is sealed with nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for the record:&lt;br /&gt;i do think i can tell&lt;br /&gt;heaven from hell…&lt;br /&gt;all i need to do is&lt;br /&gt;take a&lt;strong&gt; GOD DAMN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look around!&lt;br /&gt;I WISH YOU WERE HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish you were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-296731955579125773?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/296731955579125773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=296731955579125773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/296731955579125773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/296731955579125773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-final-words.html' title='Some final words?'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-963881239201192958</id><published>2006-12-29T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:12:45.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussy Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RZTNsM9snkI/AAAAAAAAABE/mwFRAkzLDkc/s1600-h/pussy-cat-dolls-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013858444448144962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RZTNsM9snkI/AAAAAAAAABE/mwFRAkzLDkc/s400/pussy-cat-dolls-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The really sad part about my rant about the Pussycat Dolls is that I really enjoy listening to them. And I enjoy listening to anything featuring Timberland...he has a really cool voice. And that is my pathetic statment of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-963881239201192958?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/963881239201192958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=963881239201192958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/963881239201192958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/963881239201192958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-god.html' title='Pussy Anyone?'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RZTNsM9snkI/AAAAAAAAABE/mwFRAkzLDkc/s72-c/pussy-cat-dolls-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-8413361809655863497</id><published>2006-12-28T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:37:13.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an IDEA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how I will make my millions!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RZS3Xc9snhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c_CSrXZcuDo/s1600-h/myspace-paypal-mypal-payspace.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013833898710048274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RZS3Xc9snhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c_CSrXZcuDo/s320/myspace-paypal-mypal-payspace.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-8413361809655863497?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8413361809655863497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=8413361809655863497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/8413361809655863497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/8413361809655863497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-idea.html' title='What an IDEA!'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RZS3Xc9snhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c_CSrXZcuDo/s72-c/myspace-paypal-mypal-payspace.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-5002170824450328431</id><published>2006-12-27T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T17:44:17.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I simply CANNOT express it...I simply cannot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RZMhCM9sngI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s3hKnEwLwHs/s1600-h/awww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013387131916951042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RZMhCM9sngI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s3hKnEwLwHs/s320/awww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lately no matter how hard I try I cannot seem to express anything I'm feeling through words. Which really kind of sucks because I dont think I've ever felt quite so conflicted in my life. Things just seem to be spiraling out of my control...which could be either a good thing or a bad thing. I'm not sure which yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nabil is away at the fish farms. Eric is in Quebec. Ali is home for the moment but her departure is quickly approaching, not to mention the fact that she has yet another C name in her life distracting her. Amanda may come home for a few days before she is off to Ireland (lucky girl). I am really missing Eric...I just liked having him around...more than I can really explain. Ali is simply wonderful, I have so much love for her but our lives are going to quickly go seperate ways...at least thats how I'm feeling. It's not that we wont still be friends, because I honestly think we will be, but I do think we're going to be further apart then we are now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I need someone to run away with. I need someone to start a Bohemian community with. I need someone to live with. I need someone who feels the way I do. I need someone to get me. I need someone...who in this moment wants the same things I do. Freedom. Escape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am seeing everything through motion right now. I want to express everything through motion...the need to physically show how I am feeling. And I'm not talking about sex...I'm not that cliche. Sex is something that I'm getting tired of all together...emotional connection is something I am missing. Probably because I found so much of it this summer. It's the same with drugs. I used to feel that they made my vision clearer...but now they just seem to cloud it...which makes me feel like maybe I'm worse off now than I was before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think that the strangest part of all this is that it isn't depression...it's just confusion. I think depression usually comes from a place of certainty whether we are willing to admit that or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, I'm going to go and dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The picture is of myself and Jordan at grad. Much love to him, me makes my heart feel a bit lighter. Friends for such a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As always there will be more later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-5002170824450328431?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5002170824450328431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=5002170824450328431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/5002170824450328431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/5002170824450328431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-i-simply-cannot-express-iti-simply.html' title='And I simply CANNOT express it...I simply cannot.'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RZMhCM9sngI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s3hKnEwLwHs/s72-c/awww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-127836795636205996</id><published>2006-12-20T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:42:53.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this comic makes the world a better place...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RYn0hs9snfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ab1Jjr2FiNQ/s1600-h/20040510.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010804920269184498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RYn0hs9snfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ab1Jjr2FiNQ/s320/20040510.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This reminds me of the video I made...I'm so glad other people think like me...I am NOT alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-127836795636205996?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/127836795636205996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=127836795636205996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/127836795636205996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/127836795636205996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-comic-makes-world-better-place.html' title='this comic makes the world a better place...'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aScmthQpQ98/RYn0hs9snfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ab1Jjr2FiNQ/s72-c/20040510.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-116519568995306395</id><published>2006-12-03T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T17:28:09.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soooo tired</title><content type='html'>and unneccesarily so...it's way to much work cleaning my room...but i really dont want it to be messy anymore...i figure well i have the time i should just do it...but man...it is seriously tiring me out...i think i shall finish tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-116519568995306395?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116519568995306395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=116519568995306395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/116519568995306395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/116519568995306395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/soooo-tired.html' title='soooo tired'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-116511196271194830</id><published>2006-12-02T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:12:42.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing That I Am Doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am sitting here talking to Deep Blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The minutes are flashing by my eyes: 1:35:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Time goes by...so slowly...tickticktock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I was 15, I should not have been doing the things I was doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chris is awesome! I heart him times 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I must end this soon...now...before it is too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-116511196271194830?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116511196271194830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=116511196271194830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/116511196271194830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/116511196271194830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/thing-that-i-am-doing.html' title='The Thing That I Am Doing'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-116373105149073880</id><published>2006-11-16T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:37:31.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Shall Set Me Free?</title><content type='html'>So I just read a pretty awesome blog post on Michelle's blog...and I'm going to make my own copy of it here because I made me think and I really respect her for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are 15 honest statements about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I hurt people...way more often then I like to admit.&lt;br /&gt;2) I lie...and not just to other people, to myself as well (this one is SO hard for me to admit).&lt;br /&gt;3) Because I hurt people I'm afraid to let anyone REALLY know me.&lt;br /&gt;4) I am WAY to picky when it comes to guys.&lt;br /&gt;5) I dont take enough of the blame when I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;6) I can be way to sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;7) I say hurtful things without thinking of the effects that they will have.&lt;br /&gt;8) I like Hilary Duff...I really, really do.&lt;br /&gt;9) I talk to the firewood as I'm bringing it in the house.&lt;br /&gt;10) I have never actually tried to stop biting my nails.&lt;br /&gt;11) I used to enjoy using people because I love feeling that I have power. &lt;br /&gt;12) I try and make people like me.&lt;br /&gt;13) I make wrong judgements.&lt;br /&gt;14) I live in a fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;15) I can lose myself very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to make 15 true statements about some people in my life, in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric) You are more than a friend, you are my family. I honestly do not believe that I would still be alive today without you. I am saddened that our time together is coming to and end but I truly believe that we will be friends for life. I love you oh so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali) You and I have such a wonderful friendship...I can't even begin to explain how much it has meant to me. It's hard to find a friendship like ours in high school...I love that we dont have the same friends or the same interests or goals and yet, it works so well. Thanks for being the Betty to my Al. AND our blog SO rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda) You're 2 hours older than me and half an inch taller than me. You're forgetful and thoughtful and artistic and I completely love you. You changed me and my life more than I think you will ever know. You made an unbearable year bearable. You gave me friendship and a fresh start. You are one of those people who I instantly liked. Thanks for all the friends you left me here with. I miss you and I hope your life is going amazing. Here's to you, you wonderful girl,  you are truly a beautiful person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afshin) Who would have thought that you and I would become so close? You know that I tell you more than I tell anyone. We seem to be very good at creating amazing moments and you have AWESOME taste in music. You havn't drowned yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omid) I less than three you. You give me sweet dreams. What can I say? You are one of my fave. people on the planet. Somehow we just connect. You always tell me how it is and I respect that so much. Dont ever take crap from anyone...you are so awesome just the way you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai) Kid, you and I have some kinda crazy connection! The second I touched your hand I knew we would be friends. Your music is beautiful, as are you. Thank you for the wonderful conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny) I cant believe we've never met! 3 weeks! You make me laugh more than anyone ever has. I am blown away by your sweetness and straight forwardness. You know how I feel about your music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris) So we've finally met...and it was well worth the wait. You get me in such an awesome way. So glad you decided to come online and tell me Rick was a loser...lol. What a great way to meet. Oh, and once again...you have the prettiest eyes! Cant wait to see you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick) In the beginning your conversation blew me away...especially considering that I only knew you as Spencer's friend who did the sexy tango fight scene in tight jeans and cowboy boots. As we got closer I began to love the poems and storys as well as all the times you'd come on webcam and look totally different. I admire so much how direct you are and they way that you say how you feel. You're my handsome prince...thanks for being there whenever I need to talk or whenever I need to be stupid. :) &lt;3 Oh, and your blog rocks my socks...thanks for the inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather) Chained at the hip! Enemies and then friends. Thank you for your unwavering opinions and unjudgemental listening. I love you girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindra) Anyone that can tell with one look what I'm up to, has earned my respect. We are LOVE SHACK PIRATES and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared) Thank you for the beautiful conversations, the wonderful insights, and the freaking awesome hugs! It means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendle) The first time I met you I knew I had to talk to you again. We spent only a few hours together but they were truly awesome. You are a beautiful, wonderful person and I honor you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabil) For some reason, I dont regret any of it. You have been the one for me. You drive me absolutely completely insane but I love you and I think I probably always will. No one else understands. You changed me in so many ways and I am so glad we got to grow up together like that. I think that sometimes we play down our realtionship but in my heart I know we had something real. I love you sweet boy. Dont lose your wonderful sensitivity. I am so glad you shared 14 months of your life with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle) Honey, you were always someone that I have had respect for because you just keep going no matter what. And in the end you didn't take my crap anymore. I think out of everyone you understand my feelings towards the auditorium the most. I am so glad we were in the same AG and I am so glad that we are still friends. I love you pretty girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the world...it really is true. We are all amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Courts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-116373105149073880?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116373105149073880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=116373105149073880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/116373105149073880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/116373105149073880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/truth-shall-set-me-free.html' title='The Truth Shall Set Me Free?'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-116292820459051145</id><published>2006-11-07T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:36:44.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen from Grood...cuz i love it...but you know that: &lt;a href="http://www.grood.com/"&gt;http://www.grood.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My roommate and I will sometimes talk online while we’re both at home at our apartment. I mean, we won’t have conversations or anything. We’re dorks but we’re not, you know, dork dorks. Like he’ll find an interesting link and he’ll send it my way. Well, the other day he sent me a link and I checked it out and made a comment back to him. He must have though my comment was hilarious because he responded with LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is he was maybe 15 to 20 feet away from me and I definitely did not hear him LOL. I could see him. His door was open. He didn’t LOL. He didn’t ROFL. He didn’t LMAO. He didn’t do any other gay acronym that would denote audible laughter. The man is a lying son of a bitch. He is an LSOB."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-116292820459051145?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116292820459051145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=116292820459051145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/116292820459051145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/116292820459051145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/stolen-from-grood.html' title=''/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115639636911195894</id><published>2006-08-23T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:12:49.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i officially LOVE this guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.grood.com/2006/08/22/review-snakes-on-a-plane/"&gt;http://www.grood.com/2006/08/22/review-snakes-on-a-plane/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115639636911195894?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115639636911195894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115639636911195894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115639636911195894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115639636911195894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-officially-love-this-guy.html' title='i officially LOVE this guy!'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115597598084085056</id><published>2006-08-19T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:48:09.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Gone</title><content type='html'>does it ever end--&lt;br /&gt;this sea of insanity?&lt;br /&gt;not that I’m complaining.,&lt;br /&gt;nor protesting.&lt;br /&gt;simply wondering…&lt;br /&gt;where has the calm gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a high is better&lt;br /&gt;when it hits you for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;no drug works better&lt;br /&gt;than good old fashioned&lt;br /&gt;bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all the stars fell down&lt;br /&gt;maybe we’d have cause&lt;br /&gt;for worry.&lt;br /&gt;but from where I lay&lt;br /&gt;they seem to stay&lt;br /&gt;the same.&lt;br /&gt;not boring&lt;br /&gt;just comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;everything keeps moving.&lt;br /&gt;but feeling&lt;br /&gt;everything and nothing&lt;br /&gt;all at once&lt;br /&gt;tends to make one&lt;br /&gt;dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;please don’t fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;if you let it go&lt;br /&gt;you might just create&lt;br /&gt;some beautiful music.&lt;br /&gt;feedback can sound better&lt;br /&gt;than the notes that you’ve&lt;br /&gt;envisioned.&lt;br /&gt;My advice?&lt;br /&gt;Be like a tidal wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I keep on&lt;br /&gt;keeping on&lt;br /&gt;the way that I’ve been doing,&lt;br /&gt;things may stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’d rather&lt;br /&gt;let you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;than hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;ignorance?&lt;br /&gt;no…&lt;br /&gt;bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it ever end--&lt;br /&gt;all this uncontrolled&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you should take this&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;you seem to need it more than I.&lt;br /&gt;just don’t break it,&lt;br /&gt;my wish is not to be&lt;br /&gt;the eye of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life&lt;br /&gt;just isn’t vast enough for you&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes it’s too small.&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful naivety&lt;br /&gt;that I see in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;tells me that for him…&lt;br /&gt;…the world fits perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I kiss you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;will you really go away?&lt;br /&gt;if I sing a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;will you catch some sleep?&lt;br /&gt;intentions don’t create&lt;br /&gt;situations.&lt;br /&gt;under this same sky&lt;br /&gt;we are united--&lt;br /&gt;connected by hearts&lt;br /&gt;instead of hands.&lt;br /&gt;feel this sand&lt;br /&gt;fall across your soul.&lt;br /&gt;it is the universe of our past…&lt;br /&gt;watch how easily it&lt;br /&gt;blows away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;not that I’m complaining,&lt;br /&gt;simply wondering…&lt;br /&gt;where has the calm gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115597598084085056?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115597598084085056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115597598084085056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115597598084085056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115597598084085056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/08/calm-gone.html' title='Calm Gone'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115467792405229366</id><published>2006-08-04T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:52:04.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussycats, Destiny, and George</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok...this is a slight rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think that the Pussycat Dolls of today is just a catfight (no pun intended) waiting to happen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean, you take a bunch of semi-famous, kinda-talented, sorta-trashy, super hot girls and put them in a group and then decide that one of them is going to be the "main" girl who gets all the best singing parts, is in the middle of all the videos, and is the center of attention. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on...tell me that those girls aren't always fighting...it's even worse than Destiny's Child when they were playing the "survivor" game and voting everyone out of the group.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best part about that was when they actually released a song called survivor. Oh the little ironys of life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, I just figured maybe you'd appreciate that...I'm going to go keep listening to George Michael...Faith is ridiculously catchy (songs with clapping are awesome) ...and I figure since it's pride week I shall listen to as much George and Elton as I want. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, before I go I shall tell you a little Elton story that I have:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first Elton song that I actually awknowledged as an Elton song was Dont Go Breaking My Heart. I saw it on Much Pop Up Video. Anyways, one of the pop ups said "What does Elton John and tennis have in common?" and the answer was "Fuzzy green balls." So that is my first real Elton memory. Some things are just worth remembering. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115467792405229366?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115467792405229366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115467792405229366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115467792405229366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115467792405229366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/08/pussycats-destiny-and-george.html' title='Pussycats, Destiny, and George'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115277513484430973</id><published>2006-07-13T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:18:54.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Walking On Broken Glass And I'm HAPPY About It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just have to say that I love Annie Lennox for singing "I'm walking on broken glass" like she's really enjoying it. It makes the whole song just wonderful to listen to. So thank you, Annie Lennox, thank you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115277513484430973?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115277513484430973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115277513484430973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115277513484430973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115277513484430973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-walking-on-broken-glass-and-im.html' title='I&apos;m Walking On Broken Glass And I&apos;m HAPPY About It!'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115248093055866823</id><published>2006-07-09T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:36:43.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.A.R.T.Y?Y?Y?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So I went to a party last night. This post will be all the stupid things that I can remember about it. So it may not make much sense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 3rd, 2011, at 4:20PM a Tsunami that will destroy the human race will appear and we will be surfing it along with whales, cows, octopus, and octagons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We know what we're talking about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've known Duncan his whole life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duncan is good at blowing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duncan has saved everyone's lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh gets stuck in trees often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milk is a good way to put out a fire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give it air.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont give CPR to someone who is still breathing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courteney and Duncan go together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duncan is a Scottish, French, and Dutch name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That's not even, like, legal!" "It is in Amsterdam!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'll f-ing kill you! Give me my Gatorade...*into gatorade bottle* 'Hello? Hi...no...I'll kill them all!' I'm talking to my contacts!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are all wonderful singers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traintracks are actually really fun to walk on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James...or Jason...or James...walked from Nanaimo...It's a good thing we found him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey, why'd it go quiet?" "We sparked a joint!" "Ohhhhh."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courteney deserves a hug for not drinking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That seat was MEANT to be firewood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only YOU can prevent forest fires...unless you've all be drinking...then you're screwed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hitting people repeatedly may be wrong...but it sure is funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I need a Prime Time!" "Go Away!" "I need a pop can!" "GO AWAY!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh would make a really bad news reporter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....yeah...there was alot more...but that's all I can remember right now...this is my way of making a record of it... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party on Wayne. Party on Garth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115248093055866823?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115248093055866823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115248093055866823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115248093055866823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115248093055866823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/07/partyyy.html' title='P.A.R.T.Y?Y?Y?'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115234711085186530</id><published>2006-07-08T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:25:10.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Wanna Do Is Turn Around</title><content type='html'>love is a many splended thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115234711085186530?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115234711085186530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115234711085186530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115234711085186530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115234711085186530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-i-wanna-do-is-turn-around.html' title='All I Wanna Do Is Turn Around'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115225558479306379</id><published>2006-07-06T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:59:44.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Couples Shouldn't Be In Bands Together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/1600/659.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/400/659.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe this proves my point.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You Questionable Content...Thank You SO Very Much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115225558479306379?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115225558479306379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115225558479306379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115225558479306379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115225558479306379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-couples-shouldnt-be-in-bands.html' title='Why Couples Shouldn&apos;t Be In Bands Together...'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115221539616875305</id><published>2006-07-06T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:49:56.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Quacks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/1600/172069594_42bab6d94e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/400/172069594_42bab6d94e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have nothing more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Wow, that's a first.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115221539616875305?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115221539616875305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115221539616875305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115221539616875305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115221539616875305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/07/those-quacks.html' title='Those Quacks!'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115214664534162579</id><published>2006-07-05T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:44:05.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Be Magic Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/1600/There%20Be%20magic%20Here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/320/There%20Be%20magic%20Here.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I just thought my blog could use some more magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I dreamt this up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/35852988/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/35852988/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For sources and full view, click the link.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115214664534162579?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115214664534162579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115214664534162579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115214664534162579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115214664534162579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-be-magic-here.html' title='There Be Magic Here'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115206353714144041</id><published>2006-07-04T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:38:57.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/1600/garage%20sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/400/garage%20sale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I really wanted to post something brilliant and witty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But I'm not really in a brilliant and witty mood today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So this is some old brilliance and wittyness from the mind of Courteney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115206353714144041?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115206353714144041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115206353714144041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115206353714144041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115206353714144041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/07/garage-sale.html' title='Garage Sale'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115199831091357535</id><published>2006-07-04T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:31:50.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams DO Come True!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So about 2 years ago, Nick had a dream he was at my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;At the time we weren't great friends, we hung out a lot but we didn't really &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The thing about his dream was...he'd never been to my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, we've started hanging out a lot lately and about a month ago he tells me about his dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;From the way he described my house I was like "You've really never been there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So tonight he drives me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And he is compeltely shocked that it is the same house from his dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He had a dream about my house and he has never even been here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm amazed. It made my night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nick, I love you man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh, btw...some Old Dutch chip bags say "Flavour Guaranteed" on the front...umm hello? I obviously want the ones WITHOUT flavour!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115199831091357535?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115199831091357535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115199831091357535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115199831091357535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115199831091357535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/07/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams DO Come True!'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115189860115333771</id><published>2006-07-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:50:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Inches of Bleeding Broken Death In Summer's Agony of Strife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I have partied this week, and partied, and partied...it's been quite excellent actually. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would so be a bass player in a band with the name Six Inches of Bleeding Broken Death In Summer's Agony of Strife...just for the pure stupidity of it.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hello. Salut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeah, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115189860115333771?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115189860115333771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115189860115333771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115189860115333771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115189860115333771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/07/six-inches-of-bleeding-broken-death-in.html' title='Six Inches of Bleeding Broken Death In Summer&apos;s Agony of Strife'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115148027994453976</id><published>2006-06-28T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:40:21.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sickest Thing Ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/1600/merrychristmashoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/400/merrychristmashoff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lovely image above is what comes up in a google image search if you type "the sickest thing ever". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The following text is what comes up on a regular google search: When I opened my eyes, I saw Spock, standing at Vorik's head, coming into his mouth as my mother stood pressed behind him, pinching his nipples.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah...I find it hillarious...so I thought I would share that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also...filthy=feel fee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115148027994453976?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115148027994453976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115148027994453976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115148027994453976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115148027994453976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/sickest-thing-ever.html' title='The Sickest Thing Ever?'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115137132024993788</id><published>2006-06-26T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:22:00.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter...LAUGHTER I SAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This was a pretty good weekend. It just felt generally nice to be free. I did all the normal things: hung with old friends, walked waaaaay to much, hit on jugglers at the beach, met my best friend's kinda boyfriend, slept in my bed with someone i just met...pretty typical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115137132024993788?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115137132024993788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115137132024993788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115137132024993788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115137132024993788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/laughterlaughter-i-say.html' title='Laughter...LAUGHTER I SAY!'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115072687507099912</id><published>2006-06-19T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:21:15.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's A Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First off, I am both sad and glad to announce that I have completed my last show with Whalebone Theatre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cried for about an hour after it was done. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cast party was one of the best ever though. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly, I had an excellent weekend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots of late nights, fires, beaches, and good company. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly, I saw Tokyo Drift on Sunday and it rocked. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am such a sucker for fast car movies...I always have been.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking I need to see Kill Bill 1&amp;2 again, just because they are awesome. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got three new CD's, some books, a shirt, a wallet, and a ring. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spending money is FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats All For Now Folks, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115072687507099912?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115072687507099912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115072687507099912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115072687507099912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115072687507099912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/lifes-beach.html' title='Life&apos;s A Beach'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115058754528018261</id><published>2006-06-17T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:39:05.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...wounds...</title><content type='html'>So the address for my blog is saltinthosewounds.&lt;br /&gt;That is a line from a poem I wrote, I figured maybe I should post it for those of you who have not read it. The poem is called Damn You.&lt;br /&gt;I love that I wrote a poem with this title and made it almost completely serious.&lt;br /&gt;The first stanza was inspired by Lemon Demon and the wonderful video Word Disassociation: &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/audio/word"&gt;http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/audio/word&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is NOT based on actual events, I dont know how I thought this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I turn around and I am free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To stare at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Undressing, never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Unsure, never quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ugly sneer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wonder if you Like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or if it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Likes you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As I stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You make me so angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And why that feels so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My anger is never anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Less than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Exquisite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Somehow I always manage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To turn away before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My head falls along with my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You’re are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Completely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Willingly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don’t you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve been living in hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You could be too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;…it is surprisingly easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To arrange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Damning you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Should have been hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But it turns out you did not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Need my assistance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everyone has their secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Damn you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Throwing away a beautiful soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So willingly for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Handsome prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Call upon your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guardian angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And please tell him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ThanksFrom me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was saved as he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Damned you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Both in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One foul…touch…suck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Killing two birds with one stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;…Has never been such fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So come and take me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What’s the matter baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your soul is fucked anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me rub some…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;…Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In those wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My finger tips are burnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Too many matches left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alight to long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your eyes are red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Too many nights left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alone, hating who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now tell me honey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who’s more messed up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve never been one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don’t need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You already hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why add me to the list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just get this over with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I can remember that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve forgotten your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don’t kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just stick your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Down my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ll call it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Harassment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We’ll call it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115058754528018261?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115058754528018261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115058754528018261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115058754528018261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115058754528018261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/wounds.html' title='...wounds...'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115038158110728842</id><published>2006-06-15T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T07:26:21.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/1600/Harness_by_Doomsday_Dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/320/Harness_by_Doomsday_Dawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah, I had my last opening night with Whalebbone Theatre last night.&lt;br /&gt;It was good and bad and it helped me realize how much I've grown.&lt;br /&gt;I got some very bad news after the show but I'm trying to focus on the good things.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie is actually going to be a very good stage manager next year...of course he's also an awesome actor...it's going to be a really good year next year for Whalebone...probably because they get rid of all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm including a picture that I love...the barbed wire is %100 real and not blunted at all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was taken by Doomsday Dawn on Deviant Art.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115038158110728842?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115038158110728842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115038158110728842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115038158110728842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115038158110728842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/end.html' title='The End?'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115017187735084193</id><published>2006-06-12T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:11:17.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/1600/Freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2922/1422/400/Freedom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You had the right idea man, freedom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you got it, you deserve it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alberta John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115017187735084193?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115017187735084193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115017187735084193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115017187735084193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115017187735084193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM!'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115016550825301288</id><published>2006-06-12T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:25:08.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You Mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am feeling lost. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not lost as in "I dont know where I am", &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lost as in I feel like my sould might be drifting away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where Are You Mind? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats something I always say as a joke but today when I said it I thought of a song that I love called Expiration Notice and one of the lines is "where is my mind?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm going to ask, seriously for once, Where Are You Mind? Where is my mind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I honestly dont know right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is odd, I've never felt quite like this before. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought I had out felt myself and everything was going to stay neutral now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least I know I'm alive...feeling=alive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And alive is a good way to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115016550825301288?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115016550825301288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115016550825301288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115016550825301288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115016550825301288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-are-you-mind.html' title='Where Are You Mind?'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115012215409009361</id><published>2006-06-12T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T07:22:34.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Cars...Pfff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seriously I think the best way to advertise Smart Cars is to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "If you get hit by a semi truck you'll be dust in about 2.5 seconds...you wont feel a thing. Buy Smart." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I mean honestly, those things just dont stand a chance, they look like those bike tents...you know the things that parents stick their kids in behind their bikes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dont even get me started on those things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115012215409009361?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115012215409009361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115012215409009361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115012215409009361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115012215409009361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/smart-carspfff.html' title='Smart Cars...Pfff.'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-115009488833259697</id><published>2006-06-11T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:48:08.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Previous</title><content type='html'>My previous post on this blog rocks the world right off orbit...except then we'd all be dead...&lt;br /&gt;Who figured that out anyways?&lt;br /&gt;And I mean really...who cares...so not important...if something is going to knock the earth off of it's orbit there really isn't going to be alot we can do about it...it's not like we're living in the movie armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;So who the hell wasted all their brain power figuring that out?...and they could be wrong because we have no REAL way of knowing the truth.&lt;br /&gt;And why the hell are we wasting all this money on trying to get into space? So we have somewhere to go when we fuck up the earth enough?&lt;br /&gt;oh wait...i have a brilliant idea. LETS STOP FUCKING UP THE EARTH!&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* it could never work.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of putting all this money into the space program lets FEED HUNGRY CHILDREN!!! ok...where was I? Oh yeah, the previous blog entry rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-115009488833259697?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115009488833259697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=115009488833259697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115009488833259697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/115009488833259697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/previous.html' title='The Previous'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-114999678885290458</id><published>2006-06-10T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:33:08.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is On My Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHH! I'm a demon! *touches you* AHHHHH! You're a demon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-114999678885290458?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/114999678885290458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=114999678885290458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/114999678885290458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/114999678885290458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-is-on-my-side.html' title='Time Is On My Side'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29380575.post-114965633120177795</id><published>2006-06-06T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:58:51.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah, starting a new blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hated the other one and never posted on it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This will be a place for my thoughts, feelings, and above all, my rants. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The insanity will not end. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More later people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29380575-114965633120177795?l=saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/feeds/114965633120177795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29380575&amp;postID=114965633120177795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/114965633120177795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29380575/posts/default/114965633120177795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltinthosewounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-beginning.html' title='In The Beginning'/><author><name>Courteney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675681857104292576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
