<?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-6865888</id><updated>2011-06-21T22:28:02.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Help From My Innards</title><subtitle type='html'>How much can you get from one word? An experiment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865888.post-110634216545942511</id><published>2005-01-21T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T14:11:16.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot and she races through the neighborhood, searching for her victim. The sweat rolls down her cheek as he comes into view. "The day is mine," she spits through gritting teeth.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;She downshifts and floors the pedal, flinging her head back to catch the smirk she is sure to throw. She can sense the worried look on his face even though she can only see the back of his head through the rear windshield.&lt;br /&gt;"C?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;"This is not funny anymore," he yells flacidly out the open window.&lt;br /&gt;"That depends on whose shoes you're in, baby."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-110634216545942511?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/110634216545942511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=110634216545942511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/110634216545942511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/110634216545942511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2005/01/sweat-its-hot-and-she-races-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865888.post-110564667640251711</id><published>2005-01-13T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T12:04:36.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>local&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local weather says it is sunny with a slight chance of heart-break. It is cold outside but there are colder places I know of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-110564667640251711?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/110564667640251711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=110564667640251711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/110564667640251711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/110564667640251711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2005/01/local-local-weather-says-it-is-sunny.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-110245818945907013</id><published>2004-12-07T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T14:23:09.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is the loneliest number. Two can't be as sad as one, nothing is so heavy as one. Three makes for a great night of drinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-110245818945907013?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/110245818945907013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=110245818945907013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/110245818945907013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/110245818945907013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/12/three-one-is-loneliest-number.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-110018771035697656</id><published>2004-11-11T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T07:41:50.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My position is moldy, my chair is deteriorating. I need to move to the next level of this crazy video game of Life. I need to jump over the killing mushroom men and grab all the coins I can. I need to rip open my chest and show the world my heart and other icky insides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-110018771035697656?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/110018771035697656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=110018771035697656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/110018771035697656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/110018771035697656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/11/mold-my-position-is-moldy-my-chair-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-109716731033509699</id><published>2004-10-07T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T09:41:50.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>borrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living on borrowed hope. Does the happy ending ever come? What about the happy middle that comes before the gripping climax? Maybe just a taste of something sweet. My sour is becoming too normalized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-109716731033509699?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/109716731033509699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=109716731033509699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109716731033509699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109716731033509699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/10/borrow-i-am-living-on-borrowed-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-109580037585168489</id><published>2004-09-21T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:59:35.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in the vagueness of you. What do you mean when you say goodnight? I can't hear what you want to tell me and my head is slamming against the wall. Or am I just beating my head for no reason?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-109580037585168489?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/109580037585168489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=109580037585168489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109580037585168489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109580037585168489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/09/vague-i-am-lost-in-vagueness-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-109543361745094435</id><published>2004-09-17T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T08:06:57.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is not for the faint of heart. I am bold and strong, with a hint of whimsy. I am stubborn and passionate, but I care more than you will know. I am mute, but someday you will hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-109543361745094435?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/109543361745094435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=109543361745094435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109543361745094435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109543361745094435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/09/faint-my-love-is-not-for-faint-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-109484598808895355</id><published>2004-09-10T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:53:08.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stereo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck mono. No one needs that. Life should be blaring out on all frequencies in stereo. Grab life by the balls and drag it behind you if you have too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-109484598808895355?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/109484598808895355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=109484598808895355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109484598808895355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109484598808895355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/09/stereo-fuck-mono.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-109457824046069875</id><published>2004-09-07T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T10:30:40.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed you were in trouble last night and I could not reach you. I was awake for hours worrying that I may be psychic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-109457824046069875?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/109457824046069875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=109457824046069875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109457824046069875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109457824046069875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/09/reach-i-dreamed-you-were-in-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-109416059547495529</id><published>2004-09-02T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T14:29:55.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember coming home after swimming when I was little, into the air conditioned house while still wet. The best thing in the world was finding a blanket and wrap up, ignoring my mother yelling at us to go change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-109416059547495529?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/109416059547495529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=109416059547495529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109416059547495529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109416059547495529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/09/blanket-i-can-remember-coming-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-109406708161040200</id><published>2004-09-01T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:31:21.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dusk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night is almost here and you are almost mine. It is dark here in our theater and slowly becoming so outside as we move closer to the climax. We get comfortable in our seats but use any excuse to lean a little nearer, touch a shoulder, look over and laugh. The action rises as dusk falls and kisses the horizon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-109406708161040200?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/109406708161040200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=109406708161040200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109406708161040200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109406708161040200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/09/dusk-night-is-almost-here-and-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-109396797594701536</id><published>2004-08-31T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T08:59:35.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>frontier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want something new, I know what I want. Your familiarity is scary and you don't realize it. You are my Sam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-109396797594701536?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/109396797594701536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=109396797594701536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109396797594701536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109396797594701536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/08/frontier-i-dont-want-something-new-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-109388109816371391</id><published>2004-08-30T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T08:51:38.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless to me, I want the reality. Then your trivia will be my truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-109388109816371391?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/109388109816371391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=109388109816371391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109388109816371391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109388109816371391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/08/trivia-useless-to-me-i-want-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-109364154618269043</id><published>2004-08-27T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T14:19:06.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, why can't you be more perceptive. Or at least read my mind. You slay me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-109364154618269043?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/109364154618269043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=109364154618269043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109364154618269043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/109364154618269043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/08/love-dammit-why-cant-you-be-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108860723617619328</id><published>2004-06-30T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T07:53:56.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>giraffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it amusing that the longer you stare at a word the less it looks like itself, giraffe doesn't look right. But I suppose that is the truth with anything. Nothing is ever as it seems and nothing ever stays the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108860723617619328?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108860723617619328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108860723617619328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108860723617619328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108860723617619328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/06/giraffe-i-find-it-amusing-that-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108817894290162768</id><published>2004-06-25T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T08:55:42.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cardboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest upon cardboard but it doesn't hold my weight. The things around me have given up and I am only slightly holding on. Rarely do I touch the outside and I want to feel it deep and leave it all on the floor. Thats what he told me once and I wish he would say it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108817894290162768?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108817894290162768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108817894290162768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108817894290162768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108817894290162768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/06/cardboard-i-rest-upon-cardboard-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108740272991443248</id><published>2004-06-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T09:18:49.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a firm hold on life. I am so angry I could vomit. I will stab the next person that is nice to me, I will rip your flesh with my teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108740272991443248?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108740272991443248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108740272991443248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108740272991443248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108740272991443248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/06/firm-i-dont-have-firm-hold-on-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108731554675665328</id><published>2004-06-15T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T09:05:46.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes gray from not seeing you. My skin grays from the lack of your touch. My thoughts gray as I wait for your reply. It has been a while and I need a word, any word of yours. Even just a sound, sometimes you would just leave me with sounds, we never needed meaning. Meaning is for philosophers and philosophers we were not. We were colors and sounds and skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108731554675665328?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108731554675665328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108731554675665328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108731554675665328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108731554675665328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/06/gray-my-eyes-gray-from-not-seeing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108635706553109502</id><published>2004-06-04T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T06:51:05.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I lied on a table, chest wound gaping. No doctor could solve my problem, I just haven't heard from you in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108635706553109502?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108635706553109502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108635706553109502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108635706553109502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108635706553109502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/06/doctor-last-night-i-lied-on-table.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108628002920553570</id><published>2004-06-03T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T09:27:09.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still taste and smell the Jack. Do others sense what is going on or is there just an exchange of courtesy and people go about their day. Last night I messed up... and I meant to. Last night I wanted to feel it all and I still feel it this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108628002920553570?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108628002920553570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108628002920553570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108628002920553570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108628002920553570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/06/exchange-i-can-still-taste-and-smell.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108549815466126869</id><published>2004-05-25T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T08:15:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood. Don't talk to me. My cavities need filling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108549815466126869?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108549815466126869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108549815466126869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108549815466126869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108549815466126869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/05/sour-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108517057068735305</id><published>2004-05-21T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T13:16:10.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen after we kiss? Will you ever speak to me again? Will we live happily ever after? Will I run away with your father just like in a soap opera or Jerry Springer episode. I have no idea but I hope I find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108517057068735305?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108517057068735305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108517057068735305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108517057068735305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108517057068735305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/05/after-what-will-happen-after-we-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108500077824314921</id><published>2004-05-19T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T14:06:18.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a cubicle. It is no more or less confining than being hung out on the edge of a steel beam with my desk. I sit in the same position for 6 or so hours a day and when I think about moving am reminded that really there is no place to go, but the view is shiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108500077824314921?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108500077824314921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108500077824314921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108500077824314921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108500077824314921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/05/beam-i-work-in-cubicle.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108370094911202060</id><published>2004-05-04T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T13:06:19.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>raise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I need a raise. This is not a good story but damnit I am a good worker and I get paid less than everyone else here with no benefits and I am tired of it. Maybe this is not the place to complain but that word asked for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108370094911202060?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108370094911202060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108370094911202060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108370094911202060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108370094911202060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/05/raise-guess-what-i-need-raise.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108359726483546752</id><published>2004-05-03T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T08:18:37.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>synthetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only here for show. This is not me and I am not doing this. My smile is synthetic and my components are plastic. The only sounds you will here or clicks and rings, maybe a life-like voice that issues an automatic greeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108359726483546752?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108359726483546752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108359726483546752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108359726483546752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108359726483546752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/05/synthetic-i-am-only-here-for-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108335416612026156</id><published>2004-04-30T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T12:47:04.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One small match, one small spark. It was quiet but I heard what they said and I shared it with all that I could. I would have shouted it if my voice would have carried but as hard as I strained I couldn't reach the ones that needed it, the ones that mattered and now we are alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108335416612026156?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108335416612026156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108335416612026156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108335416612026156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108335416612026156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/04/match-one-small-match-one-small-spark.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108326965627611031</id><published>2004-04-29T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T13:18:33.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head moves back and his face moves instictively up my neck. My back slams into the wall and his body impacts mine. We tear clothing and rake skin trying to get inside each other, nothing is left un-felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108326965627611031?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108326965627611031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108326965627611031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108326965627611031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108326965627611031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/04/slam-my-head-moves-back-and-his-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108326972521157066</id><published>2004-04-02T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T14:23:16.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My playground is old. The swings are rusty and the slide feels like sand paper. When I fall there isn't soft rubber, it is concrete and broken at that.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The children don’t have fun, the parents have become annoyed and I can’t get anyone’s attention. There is a little girl sitting on the ground with a scraped knee and all she needs is a band-aid and I can’t get anyone’s attention. Why can’t you hear me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108326972521157066?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108326972521157066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108326972521157066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108326972521157066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108326972521157066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/04/playground-my-playground-is-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108326978576121564</id><published>2004-03-01T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T13:25:41.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>worthless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning is worthless. I need to be home knitting and not sitting at work waiting for my phone to be fixed so I can actually work. Waiting is worthless, do it now, don't care how, I want it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108326978576121564?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108326978576121564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108326978576121564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108326978576121564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108326978576121564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/03/worthless-this-morning-is-worthless.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108326984221651058</id><published>2004-02-27T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T13:26:29.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crept out of bed this morning, a little too late if you asked me. I had to pack Tony in a bag and find my pants. Finding my pants is always harder than it should be. I am not sure that I will make it on time if I am supposed to do something important. Nervousness makes the body move slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108326984221651058?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108326984221651058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108326984221651058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108326984221651058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108326984221651058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/02/crept-i-crept-out-of-bed-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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-6865888.post-108326987824127951</id><published>2004-02-19T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T13:27:11.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>assign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assign looks too much like ass. I always thought it was funny when a teacher would abbreviate assignment on the board in elementary school. But profanity is great when you are little. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865888-108326987824127951?l=myinnards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/feeds/108326987824127951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865888&amp;postID=108326987824127951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108326987824127951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865888/posts/default/108326987824127951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinnards.blogspot.com/2004/02/assign-assign-looks-too-much-like-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427495181255832934</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>
