<?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-8363469</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:18:21.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even The Pretty Rose Has Thorns</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363469.post-112094002538659184</id><published>2005-07-09T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T13:13:45.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im him huh...great...earth</title><content type='html'>UrielSo you need Healing (37%), Knowledge (60%), Inspiration (70%), and Strength (50%)?&lt;br /&gt;Archangel Uriel is the Angel of the Earth and the keeper of the mysteries which are deep within the planet. According to Corinne Heline: "The beautiful Uriel stands guardian over the activities of the summer. The ripening of grain and the floodtide of blossom are under his guidance. He also supervises the Nature Spirits, those fascinating little sprites who inhabit the elements of earth, air, fire and water, and who lend so much to the beautification of all nature.”&lt;br /&gt;Nature with all its wonders is the ultimate symbol of creation and creativity; it is the purest source of ideas and aesthetic thoughts, and we are an inseparable part of it. Knowing this will help any artist and scholar. Uriel assists us in experiencing beauty through a heightened sense of appreciation, aids us in finding our true talents and stimulates our creativity and inspiration for artistic expression in its many forms.&lt;br /&gt;Uriel is described as being the swiftest in wisdom of all the Archangels. One of his most important tasks is keeping record of all existing knowledge and of each and every event that is yet to come. Considering that, it’s not surprising that he also grants the gift of prophecy. He is the great instructor who teaches us that art and study are for experiencing the joy of liberation that comes as wisdom is gained.&lt;br /&gt;Uriel promotes compassion and peace. Most emphatically, he will dispel darkness with light at times when we are feeling depressed, angry, victimized, or confused. At those times, he helps release anger, unforgiveness, and other negative emotions that may be clouding our vision and judgment. In this respect he helps counsellors, teachers and everyone seeking truths, and supports them in the many twists and turns in their spiritual journey.&lt;br /&gt;A Bit of Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;Uriel is considered the Angel who helps us with natural disasters and is called for to avert such events, or to heal and recover in their aftermath. He is one of the four greatest Archangels, the other three being Raphael, Michael, and Gabriel. Among his symbols are the scroll and the book. He corresponds with the Earth signs, Taurus, Virgo, and Capricorn. Uriel is often confused with Ariel, the Angel of nature, wild beasts, and courage, who is also credited as the overseer of the earth spirits. They are not stated as equivalents of one another, so it appears they are actually two different angels. However, they are so incredibly similar; it’s easy to see why authors of websites, books and journals keep switching around the first letter of their names whenever they feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&amp;category=0"&gt;Jophiel&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&amp;amp;category=1"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&amp;category=2"&gt;Israfel&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&amp;amp;category=4"&gt;Raziel&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&amp;category=3"&gt;Ariel&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&amp;amp;category=6"&gt;Uriel&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&amp;category=9"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&amp;amp;category=7"&gt;Raphael&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&amp;category=8"&gt;Zadkiel&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&amp;amp;category=12"&gt;Jeremiel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 42% on Healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 51% on Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 82% on Inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 50% on Strength&lt;br /&gt;function drawPercentileBox(score,varname) {&lt;br /&gt;var WIDTH=150;&lt;br /&gt;if (score &gt; 99) score=99;&lt;br /&gt;if (score WIDTH-1) w1=WIDTH-1;&lt;br /&gt;var w2 = WIDTH-w1;&lt;br /&gt;var res=""&lt;br /&gt;+ "&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;+ "&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;+ ""&lt;br /&gt;+ "&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;+ "&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;+ "You scored higher than "+score+"% on "&lt;br /&gt;+ varname + "";&lt;br /&gt;C_AREA += res;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;var C_AREA="";&lt;br /&gt;if ("4" == "1") {&lt;br /&gt;C_AREA += "My test tracked 1 variable";&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;else {&lt;br /&gt;C_AREA += "My test tracked 4 variables";&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;C_AREA += " How you compared to other people "&lt;br /&gt;+ "your age and gender:";&lt;br /&gt;drawPercentileBox(42,"Healing");&lt;br /&gt;drawPercentileBox(51,"Knowledge");&lt;br /&gt;drawPercentileBox(82,"Inspiration");&lt;br /&gt;drawPercentileBox(50,"Strength");&lt;br /&gt;C_AREA += "";&lt;br /&gt;setInnerHTML("comparisonarea",C_AREA);&lt;br /&gt;If you liked my test, send it to your friends!&lt;br /&gt;The Angel Testhttp://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=2537800488750284301&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-112094002538659184?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/112094002538659184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=112094002538659184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/112094002538659184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/112094002538659184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-him-huhgreatearth.html' title='im him huh...great...earth'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-111593105980345710</id><published>2005-05-12T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:51:04.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/natural.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Seduction Style?&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/8363469-111593105980345710?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/111593105980345710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=111593105980345710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/111593105980345710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/111593105980345710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-seduction-style-naturalyou-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-111593042020726577</id><published>2005-05-12T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:40:28.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what type of friend am i .......really...cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/good-friend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Friend Are You?&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/8363469-111593042020726577?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/111593042020726577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=111593042020726577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/111593042020726577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/111593042020726577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-type-of-friend-am-i-reallycool.html' title='what type of friend am i .......really...cool'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-111351451507252443</id><published>2005-04-14T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T14:45:58.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i survived</title><content type='html'>Survival Score: 76-99%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Zombie&lt;/a&gt; Outbreak Survival Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-111351451507252443?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/111351451507252443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=111351451507252443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/111351451507252443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/111351451507252443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-survived.html' title='i survived'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-110807554897219545</id><published>2005-02-10T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T14:45:48.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im On My Feet Im.On The Floor. Im Good To Go</title><content type='html'>Suicide is the awnser it seems in some cases...im going to keep this short as im starting to feel sad now...not just emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie wilkinson 1984-2005&lt;br /&gt;Died at university in london on saturday when i was in london having a good itime with friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hung himself with a belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his father Tony wilkinson had to id his body on monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry i wish i couldve done somthing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camilla   &lt;br /&gt;caroline&lt;br /&gt;tony&lt;br /&gt;I hope you recover from the pain swiftly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Charlie W.      &lt;br /&gt;I knew you as a best friend for 8 years....now i know you in death...Drug dealers dont always get there money huh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-110807554897219545?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/110807554897219545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=110807554897219545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110807554897219545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110807554897219545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-on-my-feet-imon-floor-im-good-to-go.html' title='Im On My Feet Im.On The Floor. Im Good To Go'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-110494685737433516</id><published>2005-01-05T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T09:41:21.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im middle class</title><content type='html'>well i dont know if this is good or bad....or just...uh average...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/app/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Middle Class&lt;/b&gt;. You're content in your position and would prefer a house or a family than a seven figure pay cheque. But you have your moments of weakness when you buy a lottery ticket in the hope of knowing how the rich and famous live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Middle Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'79'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;79%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Upper middle Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'63'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;alternative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'54'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Lower Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Luxurious Upper Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'13'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What Social Status are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-110494685737433516?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/110494685737433516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=110494685737433516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110494685737433516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110494685737433516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-middle-class.html' title='im middle class'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-110494552454680155</id><published>2005-01-05T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T09:18:44.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hope</title><content type='html'>Thank you John Bailey for saving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-110494552454680155?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/110494552454680155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=110494552454680155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110494552454680155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110494552454680155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-hope.html' title='New Hope'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-110487681867651563</id><published>2005-01-04T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T14:13:38.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F F F Falling....</title><content type='html'>and it seems that i cant stop it happening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on here mainly becuase ive got the chance to tell all those worried about me or just curious... that im fine not to worry and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill be attending everything i always do so im not dissapearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john pete i hope your both good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suzi, laura i hope you both happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt, ryan keep those chins up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;russ.....i dont know how to help you...i wish i could. but i just dont know what to say...or do....to make it any better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-110487681867651563?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/110487681867651563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=110487681867651563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110487681867651563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110487681867651563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2005/01/f-f-f-falling.html' title='F F F Falling....'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-110072967109216716</id><published>2004-11-17T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T14:14:31.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well what do i say,,,,,,,,</title><content type='html'>First fuck life&lt;br /&gt;secound fuck people who thin k contacting me is as a common curtasy. (kim)&lt;br /&gt;third fuck all the people who should slit there wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth. Matt, Laura, verity, Pete and ryan making me feel better thank god for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth I GIVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-110072967109216716?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/110072967109216716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=110072967109216716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110072967109216716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110072967109216716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-what-do-i-say.html' title='Well what do i say,,,,,,,,'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-110037464219675679</id><published>2004-11-13T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T11:37:28.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats better!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Hamha" src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DemonKasumi/1096780515_Wolf-shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most like Anjiru (Angel)the half angel,&lt;br /&gt;half wolf demon. Your kind, caring and playful.&lt;br /&gt;you love to fly and have a lot of fun with your&lt;br /&gt;pack. but most demons see you as an outcast&lt;br /&gt;cause of your wings but you as specail as can&lt;br /&gt;be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DemonKasumi/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20demon%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What kind of demon are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-110037464219675679?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110037464219675679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110037464219675679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2004/11/thats-better.html' title='Thats better!!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363469.post-110037446360645190</id><published>2004-11-13T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T11:34:39.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Animal Spirit...a bird...typical..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Owl" src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aeon65/1089235911_nimalsowl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The vision and hearing of Grandmother Owl is&lt;br /&gt;very powerful. Those with this medicine are&lt;br /&gt;can be gifted with the ability to see into the&lt;br /&gt;human psychic and become clairvoyant listeners.&lt;br /&gt;Owl often visits those who are teachers,&lt;br /&gt;therapists and counselors. As a guide, the owl&lt;br /&gt;teaches us to see and hear past shadows, beyond&lt;br /&gt;fear and darkness, though to the other side&lt;br /&gt;that promises light, happiness and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owl's Wisdom Includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrecy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent and swift movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing behind masks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keen sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messenger of secrets and omens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape-shifting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link between the dark, unseen world and the world&lt;br /&gt;of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort with shadow self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon magick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owl, whose large eyes peering through the&lt;br /&gt;darkness can see any deception. He is always&lt;br /&gt;wary of those who he does not feel completely&lt;br /&gt;close to (which is not many). The owl is a&lt;br /&gt;loner. Call on him if you think people are&lt;br /&gt;keeping the truth from you. He will be able to&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes.&lt;bgsound&lt;br /&gt;src=http://www.othellobloke.co.uk/Nativemid/prairiewind.mid&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aeon65/quizzes/Animal%20Spirit%20Guides%20~%20Which%20One%20Calls%20To%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Animal Spirit Guides ~ Which One Calls To You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-110037446360645190?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/110037446360645190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=110037446360645190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110037446360645190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110037446360645190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-animal-spirita-birdtypical.html' title='My Animal Spirit...a bird...typical..'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-110037381913854639</id><published>2004-11-13T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T11:24:03.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL WELL WELL id never of guessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Green" src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AfroBurdie/1099000715_ight-green.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green is your Lightsaber's color.&lt;br /&gt;Green is the color of nature. It symbolizes growth,&lt;br /&gt;harmony, and freshness. Green has strong&lt;br /&gt;emotional correspondence with safety. Green is&lt;br /&gt;also commonly associated with wealth and&lt;br /&gt;happiness, so someone with a green lightsaber&lt;br /&gt;like yourself is a fortunate soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AfroBurdie/quizzes/What%20Colored%20Lightsaber%20Would%20You%20Have?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Colored Lightsaber Would You Have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-110037381913854639?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/110037381913854639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=110037381913854639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110037381913854639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110037381913854639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-well-well-id-never-of-guessed.html' title='WELL WELL WELL id never of guessed'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-110017152179513355</id><published>2004-11-11T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T03:12:01.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm i think not....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1067461097_turesangel.jpg" border="0" alt="ex angel" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like an angel. As everyone knows, angels&lt;br /&gt;dwell in heaven. They were desribed as shining&lt;br /&gt;ones wearing white and the idea that they have&lt;br /&gt;wings is believed as well. Guardian angels are&lt;br /&gt;the ones that many people think are dead loved&lt;br /&gt;ones who try to protect the living friends or&lt;br /&gt;family they have on Earth. They usually had&lt;br /&gt;blonde hair and maybe brown with flawless&lt;br /&gt;appearance and sweet dispositions. They were&lt;br /&gt;cheerful, hopefull, selfless, loving, and kind.&lt;br /&gt;Angels are the one mystical creature that a&lt;br /&gt;majority of people truly believe in. Encounters&lt;br /&gt;with angels are poping up all over the world&lt;br /&gt;and reassuring people's beliefs in angels. (If&lt;br /&gt;you cannot see the picture, go to my userpage&lt;br /&gt;and look near the bottom. There should be the&lt;br /&gt;picture and description for all the results)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/carmabell/quizzes/What%20Mystical%20Creature%20Are%20You%3F%20(Pictures)/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Mystical Creature Are You? (Pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-110017152179513355?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/110017152179513355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=110017152179513355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110017152179513355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/110017152179513355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmm-i-think-not.html' title='hmm i think not....'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-109895854670890007</id><published>2004-10-28T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T03:22:40.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really...i am....am i.....hmmmm...i dunno...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"  style="color:#33ffcc;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="255"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am&lt;strong&gt;Azathoth&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Known as the "Blind Idiot God", the center of all cycles known as Azathoth is the great void itself, infinite creation and inescapable oblivion made one. The Great God is without ego, as it has been embodied in a seperate consciousness as Azathoth has cast off the curse of self-awareness. Surrounded by the host of flautist servitors, piping the songs of the unknowable, Azathoth is not to be known by his aspirants. That is the purpose of another God...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="189"&gt;&lt;img height="268" src="http://www.caracarn.com/blog/quizzes/oldones/Azathoth.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Murkatos/quizzes/Which%20Great%20Old%20One%20Are%20You?"&gt;Which Great Old One are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-109895854670890007?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/109895854670890007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=109895854670890007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one thing bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was strange around 9 oclock last night i felt like i was extreamly lonley....you know that sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i still feel the same....and another reason this worries me.....is the last time i felt like this matt was in trouble.... youll have to ask him the story to find out y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....he feels the same this time...im not one to belive in 6th senses but this is freaking me out. more than last time. you know fluke once but twice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-109870428261596471?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/109870428261596471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363469.post-109826502320328902</id><published>2004-10-20T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T02:37:03.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Really Really.....Shit</title><content type='html'>you know when you make a mistake by not telling someone somthing...no nor do my friends....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i had a huge debate.....hmm when i say debate i mean me trying to stay calm whilst having a go at matt and ryan. about our friendship and how its a little...uhhhh lapse at the moment. well not really lapse just in need of some care....but not from me as usual. i made them both feel like shit and now i feel bad for two bloody reasons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was upset at them&lt;br /&gt;i was guilty for telling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all that matter is that i had a problem and i told them about it straight off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even with the 2-1 odds i think i got them to understand. acctually the argument was a bit one sided...they couldnt say anything that i couldnt put out of the way or just remove by sticking to my original argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ive told the truth....but you tell me where its got me....doesnt seem like anywhere good....i still feel like shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mans calling gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-109826502320328902?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/109826502320328902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/109826502320328902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. long time back i was gonig to write somthing about matt an emma. but dont need to now. she uhhhh put the nail in the coffin. by wishing matts dad would get ill and die so matt would know that life hurt.....WTF no way..no really she did i heard the voicemail message 4 times in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next... went to see John Bailey And Fragile Peat in london. johns got a sweet little room in probably the safest place in london...next to a police station....on top of a fire station...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man sometimes i wish i went to uni...o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o poo the mans calling gotta go hit him with a stick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHALLOP SMACK CRACK*   "that was for Fragile" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all  soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;russ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;my problems seem to want me to fix them...as none of my friends belive they can help.....is that them giving up...or just not caring...even when  i cant help i still try till i bleed....litterally i have bled to save my mates from shame or pain....why do they not belive in them selves enough to help someone who has tried so hard already for them....no one take offence to this...i just seemed to write it....and im not sure why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn....i fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-109639263521657678?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/109639263521657678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363469.post-109602683280024096</id><published>2004-09-24T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T04:53:52.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it time is running out</title><content type='html'>this post may seem weird but i got lots to do i meant to write a huge peice today about matt and emma about matt and laura,about my work, about me, about ryan but i seem to have fucked up and the man is calling early so youll have to wait to read my ramblings... sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEIRRA OSCAR SEIRRA&lt;br /&gt;SEIRRA OSCAR SEIRRA&lt;br /&gt;SEIRRA OSCAR SEIRRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PINEAPPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Well well well rumours...</title><content type='html'>I have recently had the pleasure to find out one of my best friends has been spreading rumours about me and he will regret it. i cant take anymore shit this time. my life has soo many problems....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Keep your friends close but your enemys closer...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway back to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as its now down to me im going to sort my life in the next 3 months. and you lovely people get to see how it goes.or how it doesnt... first things first... car must be repaired and sorted. secound where the hell my life is going...am i going to uni.....can i go to uni...damn a levels....third...real friends to try and work out who they are. that should be fun. but not too difficult. and the best bit is im not going to test them or anything. ill just know.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(war......a chocking bruise....destruction...life's choices)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well i recently made up a game for my close friends to work out what they were about. but i told them my mum made it up. lol. one was on the fly and another more carefully thought out. but i found out some very strange things...and then had them proved to me in a even stranger way.... lol isnt life weird....when you try nothing happens...sit back and watch and you cant stop the pace....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ill sign out now becuase the man's calling. damn work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(war...A freindly hate...love...a friendly war)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Russ...war...on...all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this time im not taking any shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my choice no one else's mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-109585591449521573?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/109585591449521573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=109585591449521573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/109585591449521573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/109585591449521573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2004/09/22nd-september-well-well-well-rumours.html' title='22nd September.... Well well well rumours...'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-109577038042824885</id><published>2004-09-21T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T05:39:40.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21st September 2004 My Car &amp; Its Little Problems</title><content type='html'>Hi Russ here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets get to it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Things 1st. Matts now going out with laura. (&lt;strong&gt;GOOD BOY&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Ive just renemed my car insurance ( &lt;strong&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd I found out i need £2000 to repair it to a happy state. (&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;any donations to the car of larp would be much appreciated (&lt;strong&gt;LIKELY&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;i think not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Im going to gym alot recently think its my way of hitting walls if you know what i mean. i just gotta take out my shit on somthing so i decided my body was the best way. at least im not acctually hitting walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th my rents decided to take me out to a family meal for my grandads 70th...cool i guess so off i go. when i got back all good.....nect day they tell me i was an arrogant shit. a useless son and a total wanker to my sister and brother...(&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;) so i have a huge argument with my entire family an end up storming out of the house teary eyed&lt;br /&gt;and hitting the walls (&lt;strong&gt;OOOPS&lt;/strong&gt;) but sometimes i cant get to the gym....im going again trmos (&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th I have/Had a freind in bristol and she is a nice girl but recently i havent been talking to her. i would but she is too far away to really speak to...yes i know a phone was invented but i dont want a long range disscussion with someone when i cant even see there face...so im gunna have to make it up to her some how. i dont now when but it will have to be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right i wont write any more for the moe i might add some on later if i can get ot this keyboard without getting angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need a deagle...or a big can of gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIERRA OSCAR SIERRA&lt;br /&gt;SIERRA OSCAR SIERRA&lt;br /&gt;SIERRA OSCAR SIERRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFILA&lt;br /&gt;Russ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-109577038042824885?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/109577038042824885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=109577038042824885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/109577038042824885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/109577038042824885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2004/09/21st-september-2004-my-car-its-little.html' title='21st September 2004 My Car &amp; Its Little Problems'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-109568339824465489</id><published>2004-09-20T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T12:46:57.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20th September 2004 WTFILA</title><content type='html'>well lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first ill sign in......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Russ/Aconite/Adam/sonic/BALDY(john you arse)&lt;br /&gt;reporting in. and now you get to look at my cruddy life from this day forward and appreciate how much better your's is. LOL get some confidence if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly. only one song can describe me at the moment and thats take it easy by &lt;strong&gt;The Eagles&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura is a popular subject so i thought id write my 2 pence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's hot and she's intelligent (&lt;strong&gt;WARNING WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;so she's not going to fall for pineapple's (&lt;strong&gt;DAMN&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;so i have stepped back so that my mate matt can give it a go. and it seems that not only have i set them up.. although she does like to wind me up this time she did somthing very strange indeed. infront of John Peat and Andy. she attempted to turn me on. now it was funny at first but she kept doing it. but what can you do .......damn i fucked up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. life at thew moment is as uneventful as ever. except for the fact of i have some top mates i think im bored about everything else.&lt;br /&gt;im starting to sell my discs to peeps(dont ask) and hopefully setting up a bit of a trade route for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my music collection is diminishing by the day due to scratches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN FOR WEDNESDAY YOU OLD FART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well GTG so best leave with a sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFILA.&lt;br /&gt;Russ A K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-109568339824465489?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/109568339824465489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=109568339824465489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/109568339824465489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/109568339824465489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2004/09/20th-september-2004-wtfila.html' title='20th September 2004 WTFILA'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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-8363469.post-109542383331740990</id><published>2004-09-17T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T05:23:53.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello all</title><content type='html'>im a bit new to this so this is my test posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alpha beta charlie delta echo fox trot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siesta oscar siesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems to be working....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363469-109542383331740990?l=thornsinmyside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/feeds/109542383331740990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363469&amp;postID=109542383331740990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/109542383331740990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363469/posts/default/109542383331740990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thornsinmyside.blogspot.com/2004/09/hello-all.html' title='Hello all'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822377050595798597</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>
