<?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-11558410</id><updated>2011-07-19T22:04:04.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nikkimountain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-1833249956781212572</id><published>2008-01-09T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:00:31.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hi All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I'm back from my lucid dream...,, with a vengance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-1833249956781212572?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/1833249956781212572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=1833249956781212572' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/1833249956781212572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/1833249956781212572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-1943412323434024625</id><published>2007-05-02T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T14:49:04.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100ULTRA The Best Dating Site On The Web( Attractive single women!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UjZgg93Eedg/Rjjcaz0ic0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0h2GHyJRWVU/s1600-h/layer1-2+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UjZgg93Eedg/Rjjcaz0ic0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0h2GHyJRWVU/s320/layer1-2+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060036534496031554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100ULTRA Dating Site- Owned And Operated By 100 Attractive Single Women-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is membership in 100ULTRA.com growing at such an amazing rate and soon to be the Number One site on today's online dating scene? The most obvious reason - it features only the most attractive ladies from all over the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are credited with creating a tasteful and respectable place for serious people from all walks of life who are seeking not only love but lasting companionship, friendship, as well as contacts for networking. With some of the most beautiful singles available on the dating circuit, our stylish site was tailor-made to limit your search for people who are seeking only the best from an online dating experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR PHILOSOPHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our mission to provide a platform to connect people quickly, efficiently, and hassle free. We want this to be fun for our members, not work! We provide answers for those people looking to find the simplest and most effective way to enrich their personal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERVICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strive for excellence. Our site operates at optimum speed and is easy to navigate. It was designed to be hassle free - especially for the professionals who simply do not wish to squander their time trying to "figure out" the site. We use cutting edge technology and software to differentiate our site from those that are full of spy-ware and spam. Our site is not littered with tacky, unreadable advertisements - we advertise as well our ULTRA line of products, our Lounges, Style, Tunes and our online Magazine featuring spectacular photos of ULTRA members and of course, our “ULTRA” girl of the month. We only advertise products we like ourselves and those that may be of interest to our clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.100ultra.com/"&gt;MEMBERSHIP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our members are judged for acceptance on the site by a vote of their peers. Membership for women is always free and men who decide to join us receive one of the most competitive rates available on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost is $3.99 US$ per week. We believe that a flat rate is more beneficial to our clients – in terms of time, energy, and financial commitment. We do not support the "fee for every message/credits" theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100ULTRA FUN FACTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be having launch parties at our up - scale lounges and are planning to integrate dating events into the roster in the near future. We will be giving away some amazing prizes:  The 100,000 “ULTRA” girl will receive the use of a brand new Ferrari for a period of two years. The 100,000 subscriber will receive the keys to a brand new Harley Davidson and there will be weekly and weekend get-away prizes for two to exciting destinations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATING STATISTICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 44% of all adult Americans are single – which means there are over 100 million unattached singles out there! Of those, only 9 percent of women and 2 percent of men say they have found a serious relationship at a bar or club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're into online dating, you're not the only one: there are about 40 million Americans (that’s about 40% of the entire dating pool) and 2.1 million Canadians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online dating statistics from a recent survey by The Sunday Times indicate that&lt;br /&gt;"…email relationships can be far more intimate than normal dating. Women are most likely to find a potential lover online, with 72% admitting to having had an online romance compared to 52% of men. The online dating statistics report also found that 33% of all online relationships led to a date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.100ultra.com/"&gt;FIND YOUR 100ULTRA MATCH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get started today! Start looking for love right from our homepage. It's free for women but everyone can browse the site to their heart’s content. It's easy and it’s the best way to experience what we have to offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like what you see, please visit &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.100ultra.com/"&gt;100ULTRA The Best Dating Site On The Web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; and apply to become a member! It could be the start of a dramatic, wonderful improvement in your personal and professional life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA ENTERPRISES INC.&lt;br /&gt;info@100ultra.com&lt;br /&gt;647-242-3999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-1943412323434024625?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/1943412323434024625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=1943412323434024625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/1943412323434024625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/1943412323434024625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2007/05/100ultra-best-dating-site-on-web.html' title='&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.100ultra.com/&quot;&gt;100ULTRA The Best Dating Site On The Web( Attractive single women!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UjZgg93Eedg/Rjjcaz0ic0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0h2GHyJRWVU/s72-c/layer1-2+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-115067640986550803</id><published>2006-06-18T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:22:44.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend With My Little Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/owenmommylake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/owenmommylake2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/owenmommylake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/owenmommylake3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-115067640986550803?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/115067640986550803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=115067640986550803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/115067640986550803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/115067640986550803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/06/great-weekend-with-my-little-monkey.html' title='Great Weekend With My Little Monkey'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114787778064143137</id><published>2006-05-17T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:15:46.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Highwayman</title><content type='html'>I listen to this song every morining in the car.The lyrics and Johnny Cash's voice give me goosebumps. Sure as the sun will rise tommorow ,I'll get butterflies everytime I hear the Boulder Colorado verse.  The entire last verse makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck. If you havent heard this song or cant recall it, you MUST hear it. I hate country, but this isnt country,, this is CASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGWAYMAN-Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride&lt;br /&gt;With sword and pistol by my side&lt;br /&gt;Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade&lt;br /&gt;Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade&lt;br /&gt;The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five&lt;br /&gt;But I am still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide&lt;br /&gt;And with the sea I did abide.&lt;br /&gt;I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow&lt;br /&gt;And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed&lt;br /&gt;But I am living still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide&lt;br /&gt;Where steel and water did collide&lt;br /&gt;A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado&lt;br /&gt;I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below&lt;br /&gt;They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound&lt;br /&gt;But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and &lt;br /&gt;around and around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly a starship across the Universe divide&lt;br /&gt;And when I reach the other side&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I may become a highwayman again&lt;br /&gt;Or I may simply be a single drop of rain&lt;br /&gt;But I will remain&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114787778064143137?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114787778064143137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114787778064143137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114787778064143137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114787778064143137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/05/highwayman.html' title='Highwayman'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114723075499012920</id><published>2006-05-09T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:08:55.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>I am currently working with two writers and a producer on a film and will not be blogging much in the coming months. God knows I love to blog about nothing in particular, however my new project is now consuming all of my creative banwidth. I'll try to drop a line when I can. For now Miss Nikki is on hiatus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114723075499012920?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114723075499012920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114723075499012920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114723075499012920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114723075499012920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/05/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114603029490146107</id><published>2006-04-26T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:44:54.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meeee and bobby mageeee last weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/DSC06981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/DSC06981.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114603029490146107?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114603029490146107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114603029490146107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114603029490146107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114603029490146107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/04/meeee-and-bobby-mageeee-last-weekend.html' title='meeee and bobby mageeee last weekend'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114566030484701788</id><published>2006-04-21T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:53:36.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching For A Home In Oakville</title><content type='html'>Well recently I decided I am going to move to Oakville. So with my wonderful a.d.d at work I'm online looking up information on Oakville real estate when I stumble upon this very cool site. &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oakvillegalleries.com/547.htm"&gt;Oakville Galleries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; Being an amature artist and having a little artistic knowledge and a great love of exhibits I went off into the exhibition column. Some very interesting stuff there. &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oakvillegalleries.com/236.htm"&gt;Clues and Curiosities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; (The Floating House) caught my attention. &lt;br /&gt;Definately very, very cool. So I think I might go back and explore the site to its full extent. God life is great when youve got the internet for cheap entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114566030484701788?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114566030484701788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114566030484701788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114566030484701788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114566030484701788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/04/searching-for-home-in-oakville.html' title='Searching For A Home In Oakville'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114462422429291517</id><published>2006-04-09T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:10:24.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>Talk about being ill. I have a cold that just knocked me on my ass for 2 days. Taking nyquil and passing out shortly.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might start blogging again shortly. Time to take a hiatus. Need a little alone time. Must decompress..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114462422429291517?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114462422429291517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114462422429291517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114462422429291517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114462422429291517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/04/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114438404579482648</id><published>2006-04-07T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:24:22.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurieann and I are in Montreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114438404579482648?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114438404579482648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114438404579482648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114438404579482648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114438404579482648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/04/laurieann-and-i-are-in-montreal.html' title='Laurieann and I are in Montreal'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114358410603643163</id><published>2006-03-28T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:15:06.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Was Alright!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/DSC06920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/DSC06920.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114358410603643163?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114358410603643163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114358410603643163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114358410603643163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114358410603643163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/03/saturday-night-was-alright.html' title='Saturday Night Was Alright!'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114331338350069426</id><published>2006-03-25T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:12:48.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party With Clive Owen In Streetsville Tonight</title><content type='html'>Well this should be interesting.....I'll explain tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: So Clives stunt double had a birthday party..Alot of stuntmen and crew, but Clive was a no show, haha. Big suprise. &lt;br /&gt;Regardless we had an amazing time! I'll see if i can get in on the wrap party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114331338350069426?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114331338350069426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114331338350069426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114331338350069426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114331338350069426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/03/party-with-clive-owen-in-streetsville.html' title='Party With Clive Owen In Streetsville Tonight'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114325681693027691</id><published>2006-03-24T21:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:20:16.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Havent Been Blogging</title><content type='html'>Ive been having so much fun that I have almost left a part of me behind in the haze. When the world is spinning its easy to lose yourself. Its easy to forget who you are. Then one day you wake up when all is quiet, and its almost frightening. You open your eyes and your shadow is standing next to you, looking the same as it always has. Your conscience is rattling your brain with the same questions its been asking all along. With nothing to do but pace the room you get a sudden urge to look in the mirror, and then you realize that youve been living the good life all this time without even knowing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114325681693027691?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114325681693027691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114325681693027691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114325681693027691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114325681693027691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/03/havent-been-blogging_24.html' title='Havent Been Blogging'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114325372456860995</id><published>2006-03-24T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T21:28:44.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving This CD..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/she-wants-revenge-she-wants-revenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/200/she-wants-revenge-she-wants-revenge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114325372456860995?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114325372456860995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114325372456860995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114325372456860995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114325372456860995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/03/loving-this-cd.html' title='Loving This CD..'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114280429274807575</id><published>2006-03-19T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:38:12.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Killing some time before my flight this eve. I cannot wait to post the photos from NYC and Dominican..I think Ive just had the best 2 weeks of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114280429274807575?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114280429274807575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114280429274807575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114280429274807575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114280429274807575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/03/killing-some-time-before-my-flight.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114262121253290440</id><published>2006-03-17T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:31:44.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobotomized</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Writing from Dominican..Not able to post photos yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I am quite hungover today, sunburned, and completely brain dead. Hence why I am on this pc. Brief detox.. I am going to need Betty Ford after this trip. Well Ill be posting an absolute ton of photos from NYC and Dominican when&amp;nbsp;I return Monday....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114262121253290440?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114262121253290440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114262121253290440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114262121253290440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114262121253290440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/03/lobotomized.html' title='Lobotomized'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114141527836251661</id><published>2006-03-03T14:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:47:58.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time</title><content type='html'>March 11th.. I'll be 29 going on 28..( that wasnt a typo either) on the 12th My sister and I are going away for a week march break.  Palm trees, sandy beach  and pina coladas!!! I love my life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114141527836251661?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114141527836251661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114141527836251661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114141527836251661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114141527836251661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/03/vacation-time_03.html' title='Vacation Time'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114080690914380222</id><published>2006-02-24T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:27:48.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What music is playing in your car?</title><content type='html'>My ipod car playlist this week issssssssssss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmission- The Joy Division&lt;br /&gt;I could have lied- Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says hi- David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;Making plans for Nigel- XTC&lt;br /&gt;Stop me if you think that youve heard this one before- the Smiths&lt;br /&gt;A forest ( deep forest remix)- The Cure&lt;br /&gt;Condemnation-Depeche Mode&lt;br /&gt;Streets of Philadelphia- Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;One thing leads to another- The Fixx&lt;br /&gt;PS- James Laid&lt;br /&gt;Still Ill- The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Sade- The Sweetest Taboo&lt;br /&gt;Brass In Pocket- The Pretenders&lt;br /&gt;When the levee breaks- A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear me knockin'-Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;Jane says- Janes Addiction&lt;br /&gt;Monkey gone to heaven- The Pixies&lt;br /&gt;Peace frogs- The Doors&lt;br /&gt;The future- Leonard Cohen&lt;br /&gt;One of my turns- Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the cowboys gone- Paula Cole&lt;br /&gt;Aint no sunshine- Bill Withers&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful ones- Prince&lt;br /&gt;Someone must get hurt- She Wants Revenge&lt;br /&gt;Hurt- Johnny Cash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114080690914380222?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114080690914380222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114080690914380222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114080690914380222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114080690914380222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-music-is-playing-in-your-car.html' title='What music is playing in your car?'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-114057474199971216</id><published>2006-02-21T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:19:02.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the influence....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/DSC06602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/DSC06602.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-114057474199971216?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/114057474199971216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=114057474199971216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114057474199971216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/114057474199971216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/02/under-influence.html' title='Under the influence....'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113999459444847553</id><published>2006-02-15T04:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T04:09:54.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/evolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/evolution.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113999459444847553?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113999459444847553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113999459444847553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113999459444847553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113999459444847553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113994015374178603</id><published>2006-02-14T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:42:24.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hallmark day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/featured_tangledwebM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/featured_tangledwebM.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113994015374178603?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113994015374178603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113994015374178603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113994015374178603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113994015374178603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-hallmark-day.html' title='Happy Hallmark day!'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113973284664463157</id><published>2006-02-12T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:20:13.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Normally I dont follow celebrity gossip, but this site is hilarious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperficial.com/"&gt;The Superficial.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113973284664463157?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113973284664463157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113973284664463157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113973284664463157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113973284664463157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/02/normally-i-dont-follow-celebrity.html' title='Normally I dont follow celebrity gossip, but this site is hilarious...'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113973236608219772</id><published>2006-02-12T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T03:19:26.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Floyd</title><content type='html'>Its one of those Pink days....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;High Hopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young&lt;br /&gt;In a world of magnets and miracles&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary&lt;br /&gt;The ringing of the division bell had begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway&lt;br /&gt;Do they still meet there by the Cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a ragged band that followed our footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Running before time took our dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground&lt;br /&gt;To a life consumed by slow decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass was greener&lt;br /&gt;The light was brighter&lt;br /&gt;With friends surrounded&lt;br /&gt;The nights of wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us&lt;br /&gt;To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again&lt;br /&gt;Dragged by force of some inner tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a higher altitude with flag unfurled &lt;br /&gt;We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encumbered forever by desire and ambition&lt;br /&gt;There's a hunger still unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Though down this road we've been so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass was greener&lt;br /&gt;The light was brighter&lt;br /&gt;The taste was sweeter&lt;br /&gt;The nights of wonder&lt;br /&gt;With friends surrounded&lt;br /&gt;The dawn mist growing&lt;br /&gt;The water flowing&lt;br /&gt;The endless river&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113973236608219772?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113973236608219772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113973236608219772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113973236608219772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113973236608219772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/02/pink-floyd.html' title='Pink Floyd'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113955545052336178</id><published>2006-02-10T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:44:22.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/moiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/moiss2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now on pause...&lt;br /&gt;and you're about to return to your Lucid Dream.&lt;br /&gt;With all the upgrades...&lt;br /&gt;You won't remember any of this...&lt;br /&gt;nor will you be charged for technical support.&lt;br /&gt;It's now your moment of choice.&lt;br /&gt;You can return to your Lucid Dream and live a beautiful life...&lt;br /&gt;with Sofia or whomever you wish...&lt;br /&gt;or you can choose the world out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113955545052336178?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113955545052336178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113955545052336178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113955545052336178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113955545052336178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/02/were-now-on-pause.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113947285482555102</id><published>2006-02-09T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T03:23:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctuary for the Antisocialist...(man in thong not included)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/floating_Mann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/floating_Mann.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.floattank.com/what.html"&gt;Sensory Deprivation Tank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113947285482555102?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113947285482555102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113947285482555102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113947285482555102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113947285482555102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/02/sanctuary-for-antisocialistman-in.html' title='Sanctuary for the Antisocialist...(man in thong not included)'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113893470351187512</id><published>2006-02-02T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T01:51:55.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name That Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/IMG_1240.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/IMG_1240.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: This IS Jon Bon Jovis bum.&lt;br /&gt;My friend sent me this today...&lt;br /&gt;He was born In Jersey. He is now on tour...&lt;br /&gt;Who's ass is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113893470351187512?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113893470351187512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113893470351187512' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113893470351187512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113893470351187512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/02/name-that-ass.html' title='Name That Ass'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113891719345277262</id><published>2006-02-02T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:53:13.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Love The Cure!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/B00005S8L8.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/B00005S8L8.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cure made Some of THE coolest videos. I'm telling you.....This dvd is a MUST own for any Cure fan out there. My personal favorite is Lullaby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113891719345277262?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113891719345277262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113891719345277262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113891719345277262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113891719345277262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-love-cure.html' title='Still Love The Cure!!!!'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113882727492297315</id><published>2006-02-01T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T15:56:58.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backmaskonline.com</title><content type='html'>You know you have too much time on your hands when you're listening to hidden messages from old records.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113882727492297315?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113882727492297315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113882727492297315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113882727492297315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113882727492297315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/02/backmaskonlinecom.html' title='&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wootang.net/backmask/classicrock.html&quot;&gt;Backmaskonline.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113875757848855545</id><published>2006-01-31T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:46:41.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/image20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/image20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first low budget movie I've seen in a long time that actually had me at the edge of my seat. This movie is wild!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113875757848855545?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113875757848855545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113875757848855545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113875757848855545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113875757848855545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/01/cookers.html' title='&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cookers-movie.com/&quot;&gt;Cookers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113846944124988856</id><published>2006-01-28T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:55:52.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnose me</title><content type='html'>mental_illness, mental_disease, psychopathy&lt;br /&gt;Definition: Any disease of the mind; the psychological state of someone                     who has emotional or behavioral problems serious enough to require psychiatric intervention&lt;br /&gt;-- Acute stress disorder .......check&lt;br /&gt;-- Adjustment disorders .......check&lt;br /&gt;-- Alcohol and substance abuse.... only "recreationally"&lt;br /&gt;-- Amnesia.......when its convinient&lt;br /&gt;-- Anxiety disorders...............check&lt;br /&gt;-- Antisocial personality disorder.........absolutely &lt;br /&gt;-- Attention deficit disorder..........HUGE CHECK..&lt;br /&gt;-- Attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder &lt;br /&gt;-- Avoidant personality disorder........only when it comes to bill collectors, ex boyfriends, or stalkers &lt;br /&gt;-- Bipolar disorder ....well thats debatable.. &lt;br /&gt;-- Borderline personality disorder ........check&lt;br /&gt;-- Brief psychotic disorder.......only briefly&lt;br /&gt;-- Cannabis addiction....No...thats probably the problem&lt;br /&gt;-- Conduct disorder ......only sexually&lt;br /&gt;-- Conversion disorder.....Ok this is communist..how dare they? &lt;br /&gt;-- Delusional disorder...Oh you mean like actually believeing the guy you're with is faithful? &lt;br /&gt;-- Dependent personality disorder.....check &lt;br /&gt;-- Depersonalization disorder.....only if I were to go to bed with a 10 and wake up with a 2 .....which ofcourse I never do&lt;br /&gt;-- Depression.....CHECK.... thats called single during holidays&lt;br /&gt;-- Disorder of written expression.....this blog will answer that &lt;br /&gt;-- Dissociative identity disorder ....do you know any teenager who didnt have this? .....I still have it&lt;br /&gt;-- Enuresis (bedwetting) ....Only once....Thanks for the Tequila Mexico&lt;br /&gt;-- Exhibitionism..... If this is a disorder..well it all makes sense now. &lt;br /&gt;-- Expressive language disorder..... Check, yes sometimes I forget to say "Mother" before "Fucker"&lt;br /&gt;-- Female and male orgasmic disorders..apperently since I am a female and I am able to orgasm....I'de say thats a disorder?  &lt;br /&gt;-- Fetishism.......  CHECK &lt;br /&gt;-- Generalized anxiety disorder..... check&lt;br /&gt;-- General adaptation syndrome...Check...I have never adapted to the fact that the government is corrupt, politicians are liars, kids are starving in Africa, etc etc...Can't think about it or I'll Have a "Panic Attack"&lt;br /&gt;-- Intermittent explosive disorder.......I'm female..I get PMS..and I date men.. CHECK &lt;br /&gt;-- Kleptomania...Only mens hearts.....and their balls &lt;br /&gt;-- Down syndrome.......red bull and vodka &lt;br /&gt;-- Mania.....is that the feeling I get when I am shoe shopping? &lt;br /&gt;-- Mathematics disorder....Holy shit.... why didnt they just name this female disorder? &lt;br /&gt;-- Mental retardation....only while hungover&lt;br /&gt;-Multiple personality disorder....No But that would be kind of cool. &lt;br /&gt;-- Narcissistic personality disorder....According to everyone else.. check &lt;br /&gt;-- Narcolepsy &lt;br /&gt;-- Nightmare disorder.. Yeah I don't have enough of them...&lt;br /&gt;-- Obsessive-compulsive disorder...like listening to the joy division song "Disorder" 10 times in a row?  &lt;br /&gt;-- Oppositional defiant disorder .....Well my family and friends might check this one for me&lt;br /&gt;-- Pain disorder.......check... its called dating &lt;br /&gt;-- Panic attacks ....check.....reality=panic attacks &lt;br /&gt;-- Paranoid personality disorder....no way.. I'm like a shark when it comes to fear&lt;br /&gt;-- Pathological gambling......yep  &lt;br /&gt;-- Post-traumatic stress disorder .....aka post relationship disorder&lt;br /&gt;-- Premature ejaculation...yeah but im allowed...you're not &lt;br /&gt;-- Primary insomnia.....check &lt;br /&gt;-- Psychotic disorder, not otherwise specified...Well If I was Psychotic I wouldnt know I was psychotic so I cant answer that &lt;br /&gt;-- Pyromania......only when it comes to bills &lt;br /&gt;-- Reading disorder "     " &lt;br /&gt;-- Separation anxiety disorder.....yes when it comes to my money &lt;br /&gt;-- Sexual Masochism and Sadism.......I plead the fifth...damn I'm Canadian, ok so just assume I'm busy  sharpening my ice skates and leave it at that&lt;br /&gt;-- Shared psychotic disorder....Isnt that called marriage? &lt;br /&gt;-- Sleepwalking disorder.....check... this excuse comes in really handy  &lt;br /&gt;-- Social phobia....check..since the goverment makes up 1/2 of the population&lt;br /&gt;-- Specific phobias....yep.. the male species&lt;br /&gt;-- Stuttering....Only when I lie..... &lt;br /&gt;-- Tourette syndrome.....check Tell your family you have tourettes and you can swear like a trucker at family functions and get away with it &lt;br /&gt;-- Voyeurism.. not yet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113846944124988856?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113846944124988856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113846944124988856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113846944124988856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113846944124988856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/01/diagnose-me.html' title='Diagnose me'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113833581569773043</id><published>2006-01-26T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:33:43.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi</title><content type='html'>Lately I have had relentless cravings for sushi. I am eating, breathing, and dreaming sushi. I had a dream that sashimi were falling from the sky...It went from once every few months, to once a month, to once a week, to four times a week. Eating it four times a week seems fairly restrained considering that I'm craving it on a daily basis!!!!! My God, pretty soon I am going to grow scales and my legs are going to mutate into a fish tail. So I looked it up on the internet to see if there were any other sushi addicts, like maybe there is a program for it called SA, or something! I found that there is actually a movie called True Confessions of a Sushi Addict?! Wtf?! What are they putting in this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0206654"&gt;True Confessions of a Sushi Addict&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113833581569773043?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113833581569773043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113833581569773043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113833581569773043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113833581569773043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/01/sushi.html' title='Sushi'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113817056041278786</id><published>2006-01-25T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T01:29:20.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days....</title><content type='html'>I've been totally happy....happier than ever. You know what that means right?&lt;br /&gt;That means I've become boring. 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drones who get promoted to management&lt;br /&gt;conformists&lt;br /&gt;nonconformists&lt;br /&gt;poseurs&lt;br /&gt;people who use pretentious French words&lt;br /&gt;bores&lt;br /&gt;boors&lt;br /&gt;weasels&lt;br /&gt;barracudas&lt;br /&gt;pedophile priests&lt;br /&gt;leeches&lt;br /&gt;internal parasites&lt;br /&gt;investment bankers&lt;br /&gt;old-money snobs&lt;br /&gt;new-money snobs&lt;br /&gt;fashion snobs&lt;br /&gt;food snobs&lt;br /&gt;health-and-fitness snobs&lt;br /&gt;"I'm hipper than you'll ever be in your dreams" snobs&lt;br /&gt;upwardly-mobile career snobs&lt;br /&gt;"team players"&lt;br /&gt;negotiators&lt;br /&gt;the fine print&lt;br /&gt;broken contracts&lt;br /&gt;overbooked flights&lt;br /&gt;canceled concerts&lt;br /&gt;annulled marriages&lt;br /&gt;returned gifts&lt;br /&gt;recalled automobiles&lt;br /&gt;planned obsolescence&lt;br /&gt;knowing that your two-year-old $2000 computer is now a mere toy&lt;br /&gt;$500 electronic handheld organizers that are almost as efficient as $30 loose-leaf organizers&lt;br /&gt;27-year-old Silicon Valley millionaires&lt;br /&gt;computer literacy replacing literary literacy&lt;br /&gt;computer viruses&lt;br /&gt;software bugs&lt;br /&gt;unfathomable computer video games that are instantly mastered by subliterate pre-adolescents&lt;br /&gt;the values instilled by video games (if it gets in your way, nuke it)&lt;br /&gt;thinking about a future society run by people nurtured on video games&lt;br /&gt;watching helplessly as a full day's work is eaten alive by your PC&lt;br /&gt;watching the hourglass hang for two, three, four minutes&lt;br /&gt;"application has stopped responding to the system"&lt;br /&gt;"server does not have a DNS entry"&lt;br /&gt;spending three hours on the internet in a futile search for information&lt;br /&gt;the fact that you could have obtained the information in three minutes by opening a book&lt;br /&gt;the proliferation of websites featuring naked people exchanging bodily fluids&lt;br /&gt;the fact that those websites are more popular than yours or mine&lt;br /&gt;spam! spam! spam! spam!&lt;br /&gt;losing half our free time to internet addiction&lt;br /&gt;losing most of our day to meaningless work&lt;br /&gt;having to play office politics&lt;br /&gt;having to play golf with your superiors&lt;br /&gt;the term "superiors"&lt;br /&gt;the term "subordinates"&lt;br /&gt;cubicles and other sensory deprivation cells&lt;br /&gt;people who thrive in cubicles&lt;br /&gt;people who thrive on 14-hour workdays&lt;br /&gt;people who take their cell phones on vacation&lt;br /&gt;"A" students who end up working for "C" students&lt;br /&gt;"It takes money to make money"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not what you know, it's who you know"&lt;br /&gt;the "power words" used on resumes to impress employers&lt;br /&gt;the fact that employers are impressed with power words on resumes&lt;br /&gt;college graduates who have to settle for a job at Blockbuster&lt;br /&gt;the salaries of liberal arts graduates in the business world&lt;br /&gt;the miseries of liberal arts graduates in the business world&lt;br /&gt;prostituting yourself for less than a prostitute makes&lt;br /&gt;staying at a job you detest because the alternatives are even worse&lt;br /&gt;people who get promoted on the basis of the right shoes or haircut&lt;br /&gt;people who get promoted because they resemble their vice president&lt;br /&gt;executive bonuses that exceed your annual salary&lt;br /&gt;the "fast track"&lt;br /&gt;the "glass ceiling"&lt;br /&gt;being underemployed&lt;br /&gt;being overworked&lt;br /&gt;being reprimanded&lt;br /&gt;being ignored&lt;br /&gt;being framed&lt;br /&gt;being demoted&lt;br /&gt;being moved into the hallway&lt;br /&gt;watching everyone but you rise to the level of their incompetence&lt;br /&gt;the annual incomes of CEOs&lt;br /&gt;the writing ability of CEOs&lt;br /&gt;multimillion-dollar "golden parachutes" awarded to dismissed CEOs&lt;br /&gt;the practice of terminating veteran employees a year before retirement&lt;br /&gt;the term "terminating"&lt;br /&gt;"leveraging"&lt;br /&gt;"targeting"&lt;br /&gt;"impacting"&lt;br /&gt;calling downsizing "rightsizing"&lt;br /&gt;downsizing profitable companies for the sole purpose of wooing investors&lt;br /&gt;the fact that investors reward companies for downsizing&lt;br /&gt;the fact that companies now exist primarily to woo investors&lt;br /&gt;bonuses and stock options for executives who "trimmed the fat"&lt;br /&gt;diet plans -- all 2,178 of them&lt;br /&gt;joggers who perform ostentatious stretching exercises in public places&lt;br /&gt;fitness zealots who carry hand weights when they walk&lt;br /&gt;self-infatuated bodybuilders who know all their muscles by name&lt;br /&gt;health-food fanatics who faint at the sight of a cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;health-food fanatics who smoke&lt;br /&gt;anorexia nervosa (just put the food in your mouth and CHEW!)&lt;br /&gt;restaurant patrons who send back perfectly edible food to impress their dinner dates&lt;br /&gt;snippy waiters who would rather be snippy actors&lt;br /&gt;waiters who tell you their name, call themselves "servers," and expect a 25% tip&lt;br /&gt;waiting half an hour for a salad&lt;br /&gt;waiting twenty minutes for your check&lt;br /&gt;fussy, oily yuppie cuisine&lt;br /&gt;anything with pesto sauce&lt;br /&gt;"herbed" anything&lt;br /&gt;"fruited" anything&lt;br /&gt;anything with ingredients that require you to consult a glossary&lt;br /&gt;gated communities&lt;br /&gt;$600,000 yuppie homes on 1/4-acre lots&lt;br /&gt;yuppie parents jockeying to get their child into a prestigious nursery school&lt;br /&gt;the growing gap between haves and have-nots&lt;br /&gt;doctors marrying doctors&lt;br /&gt;lawyers marrying lawyers&lt;br /&gt;men marrying men&lt;br /&gt;computer geeks marrying computer geeks&lt;br /&gt;professional jargon: the Tower of Babel revisited&lt;br /&gt;the fact that people expect you to understand their jargon&lt;br /&gt;"newspeak"&lt;br /&gt;"groupthink"&lt;br /&gt;"Big Brother is watching you"&lt;br /&gt;totalitarianism&lt;br /&gt;mass movements&lt;br /&gt;mass media&lt;br /&gt;mass murder&lt;br /&gt;mass marketing&lt;br /&gt;telemarketing&lt;br /&gt;the pathetic scripts read by poor underpaid telemarketing agents&lt;br /&gt;saying "yes" so we don't hurt the poor underpaid telemarketing agent's feelings&lt;br /&gt;junk mail&lt;br /&gt;the time we spend sorting through junk mail&lt;br /&gt;the fact that junk mail is written by people who wanted to be writers&lt;br /&gt;"Urgent: Reply Requested!"&lt;br /&gt;"You may already have won!"&lt;br /&gt;"If you're the winner, we will say MR. OCCUPANT HAS WON $9,000,000.00!"&lt;br /&gt;"A special offer exclusively for Mr. Occupant"&lt;br /&gt;"No strings attached!"&lt;br /&gt;"FREE GIFT!"&lt;br /&gt;"FREE TRIAL OFFER!"&lt;br /&gt;televised trials&lt;br /&gt;medieval trials (if you drown, you're innocent; if you float, you're guilty)&lt;br /&gt;the irrelevance of the truth in all trials&lt;br /&gt;jury rigging&lt;br /&gt;plea bargaining&lt;br /&gt;murderers acquitted because their side had smarter lawyers&lt;br /&gt;innocent people sentenced because the OTHER side had smarter lawyers&lt;br /&gt;convicted murderers paroled after serving six months of a life sentence&lt;br /&gt;prisons that offer free education, VCRs, and complimentary mints on the pillows&lt;br /&gt;legal loopholes&lt;br /&gt;divorce settlements (both spouses lose; both lawyers win)&lt;br /&gt;lawsuits by people who spill coffee on themselves&lt;br /&gt;lawyers who encourage lawsuits by people who spill coffee on themselves&lt;br /&gt;the absurd amounts of money awarded to people who spill coffee on themselves&lt;br /&gt;the absurd amounts of money awarded to lawyers who prosecute lawsuits by people who spill coffee on themselves&lt;br /&gt;the cost of private medical care&lt;br /&gt;the tyranny of managed medical care&lt;br /&gt;the inefficiency of public medical care&lt;br /&gt;dying during a tonsillectomy&lt;br /&gt;the fact that your death will be referred to as a "negative patient healthcare outcome"&lt;br /&gt;health insurance companies that force hospitals to release patients as soon as the anesthesia wears off&lt;br /&gt;health insurance being denied to the people most likely to get sick&lt;br /&gt;health insurance as a capitalist enterprise&lt;br /&gt;health insurance that covers 80% of a $500,000 medical bill&lt;br /&gt;having a heart attack two days after your health insurance expires&lt;br /&gt;the effects of age and gravity on the human body&lt;br /&gt;shrinking from your original height&lt;br /&gt;going senile&lt;br /&gt;losing control of your bladder as a reward for reaching old age&lt;br /&gt;drugs whose side effects are worse than the disease&lt;br /&gt;cancer: opportunism incarnate&lt;br /&gt;dandruff&lt;br /&gt;gout&lt;br /&gt;flatulence&lt;br /&gt;herpes&lt;br /&gt;psoriasis&lt;br /&gt;Alzheimer's disease&lt;br /&gt;Tourette's syndrome&lt;br /&gt;St. Vitus' dance&lt;br /&gt;hemorrhoids&lt;br /&gt;chronic sinusitis&lt;br /&gt;yeast infections&lt;br /&gt;athlete's foot&lt;br /&gt;gum disease&lt;br /&gt;crotch rot&lt;br /&gt;mad cow disease&lt;br /&gt;elephantiasis&lt;br /&gt;crabs&lt;br /&gt;male-pattern baldness&lt;br /&gt;irritable bowel syndrome&lt;br /&gt;having to worry about your blood pressure and cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;the fact that worrying about your blood pressure and cholesterol will probably raise both of them&lt;br /&gt;the fact that virtually everything that tastes good can kill you&lt;br /&gt;subsisting on granola only to find that it contains more saturated fat than two Big Macs&lt;br /&gt;the wretchedness of heart-healthy diets (we are not RABBITS!)&lt;br /&gt;regaining more weight after a diet than you lost during it&lt;br /&gt;people who watch their fat intake and keel over at 47&lt;br /&gt;people who eat lard, smoke two packs a day, and live to be 97&lt;br /&gt;the likelihood that the survivors were also much HAPPIER during their long lives&lt;br /&gt;suspecting that you'll be more like #221 than #222&lt;br /&gt;the smugness of lucky people&lt;br /&gt;the smugness of high-school in-crowders&lt;br /&gt;the even worse smugness of art-world in-crowders&lt;br /&gt;the empty pretentiousness of most modern art&lt;br /&gt;performance artists: street loonies with foundation grants&lt;br /&gt;artists who gain attention by exhibiting their own bodily excretions&lt;br /&gt;artists who pass off collections of scrap metal as sculpture -- and have them deposited on idyllic college campuses&lt;br /&gt;artists who decorate an empty canvas with one horizontal stripe&lt;br /&gt;art critics who see profound meaning in an empty canvas with one horizontal stripe&lt;br /&gt;movie critics who give rave reviews to bad films so their names will appear in newspaper ads&lt;br /&gt;critics who call every passable film or play a "masterpiece"&lt;br /&gt;critics who trash a film, play or book for the chance to turn a clever phrase&lt;br /&gt;designated bestsellers stacked four feet high in the bookstore window&lt;br /&gt;good books going out of print because nobody knows about them&lt;br /&gt;nondescript chain bookstores driving out quirky independent bookstores&lt;br /&gt;celebrity authors who earn more for one ghostwritten book than 100 editors make in a year&lt;br /&gt;the state of publishing today&lt;br /&gt;the state of Nevada&lt;br /&gt;sleaze&lt;br /&gt;bogus fun&lt;br /&gt;bogus ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;breast implants&lt;br /&gt;sex-change operations&lt;br /&gt;bad toupees&lt;br /&gt;good toupees&lt;br /&gt;blazing white dentures&lt;br /&gt;used-car dealers&lt;br /&gt;chain letters&lt;br /&gt;pyramid schemes&lt;br /&gt;people who refer to pyramid schemes as "multi-level marketing"&lt;br /&gt;euphemisms like "differently abled" and "mentally challenged"&lt;br /&gt;oxymorons like "military intelligence" and "corporate culture"&lt;br /&gt;"Catch-22" situations; e.g., "you can't get a job unless you already have a job"&lt;br /&gt;millionaire ballplayers who grumble about their salaries&lt;br /&gt;artificial turf, polyester uniforms, costumed mascots and other tackiness on the field&lt;br /&gt;team owners who fire managers for losing the World Series&lt;br /&gt;free agents who jump from team to team like hungry fleas&lt;br /&gt;boxers who bite off their opponents' ears or other body parts&lt;br /&gt;"great white hopes" = great white dopes&lt;br /&gt;college football teams made up of convicted felons&lt;br /&gt;pro football players who either strut ostentatiously or pray ostentatiously each time they score a touchdown&lt;br /&gt;female sports reporters allowed into men's locker rooms&lt;br /&gt;male sports reporters allowed into women's locker rooms (as if!)&lt;br /&gt;sports teams with singular names; e.g., the Utah Jazz&lt;br /&gt;sports teams with absurdly incongruous names; e.g., the Utah Jazz&lt;br /&gt;sports parents who browbeat their kids for screwing up on the field&lt;br /&gt;asinine chants of "We're #1!" (Americans always have to be #1)&lt;br /&gt;sports fanatics who live vicariously through their teams&lt;br /&gt;nerds who live vicariously through "Star Trek"&lt;br /&gt;anyone who lives vicariously through any soap opera&lt;br /&gt;celebrity worship&lt;br /&gt;wealth without taste&lt;br /&gt;taste without wealth&lt;br /&gt;shamelsss celebrity promotional vehicles like "Entertainment Tonight"&lt;br /&gt;John Tesh, shameless composer&lt;br /&gt;"Candle in the Wind"&lt;br /&gt;eulogies delivered by clergymen who didn't know the deceased&lt;br /&gt;how we forget good people after their deaths and remember Attila the Hun&lt;br /&gt;Gresham's Law: the bad drives out the good&lt;br /&gt;the worldwide triumph of cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;the worldwide triumph of rats&lt;br /&gt;the worldwide triumph of American popular culture&lt;br /&gt;absurd foreign imitations of American popular culture: Russian nightclubs, Czech rock groups, Japanese jazz bands, Turkish soap operas&lt;br /&gt;the profitability of bad taste&lt;br /&gt;the bad taste graveyard: disco, leisure suits, velvet clown paintings&lt;br /&gt;pinkie rings and gold chains on wealthy building contractors&lt;br /&gt;bad art in hotel/motel rooms&lt;br /&gt;the fact that those bad artists can afford to stay in hotels with GOOD art&lt;br /&gt;romance novels with Fabio on the cover&lt;br /&gt;Elvis and Princess Diana collectibles&lt;br /&gt;the fact that the majority of autographed sports collectibles are fakes&lt;br /&gt;the need to purchase separate shoes for walking, jogging, tennis and basketball&lt;br /&gt;selling advertising space on anything that doesn't move and some things that DO (buses, stock cars, Olympic athletes)&lt;br /&gt;people who sell cemetery plots or penny stocks over the phone&lt;br /&gt;ingenious high-pressure sales tactics that make us feel stupid if we say "no" and even stupider after we say "yes"&lt;br /&gt;buying things on sale: spending money to save money&lt;br /&gt;annual "going out of business" sales&lt;br /&gt;people who spend an hour clipping coupons so they can save 87 cents&lt;br /&gt;receiving Christmas catalogs in August&lt;br /&gt;discovering there's no Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;the ugly, insanely popular, hard-to-obtain toys that parents must buy to appease their children&lt;br /&gt;the fact that parents NEED to appease their own children&lt;br /&gt;cheap toys with hundreds of dollars worth of accessories to buy&lt;br /&gt;toys merchandised as movie tie-ins&lt;br /&gt;the licensing of dead celebrities&lt;br /&gt;people who gain an identity by wearing t-shirts with commercial logos&lt;br /&gt;"As seen on TV!"&lt;br /&gt;the bewildering success of home shopping channels ("Who would ever watch nonstop commercials?," asked the cynic)&lt;br /&gt;infomercials for psychic hotlines, motivational tapes, exercise machines and baldness remedies&lt;br /&gt;people who have nothing better to do at night than watch infomercials&lt;br /&gt;people who promise they'll call but never do&lt;br /&gt;people who complain because you promised to call but never do&lt;br /&gt;people who ask "How are you?" but don't really want to know&lt;br /&gt;people who make you miserable&lt;br /&gt;the fact that you ALLOW people to make you miserable&lt;br /&gt;that luck is definitely a factor in getting what you want&lt;br /&gt;that you can make your own luck but nobody tells you how&lt;br /&gt;being unlucky in love&lt;br /&gt;being unlucky in the stock market&lt;br /&gt;stocks that plummet after you buy them&lt;br /&gt;stocks that go through the roof after you sell them&lt;br /&gt;having to pay your broker a commission on losing stocks&lt;br /&gt;the fact that your broker has no incentive to sell you WINNING stocks as long as you pay a commission on losing stocks&lt;br /&gt;the fact that the entire economy of the free world is in the hands of gamblers&lt;br /&gt;lotteries&lt;br /&gt;sweepstakes&lt;br /&gt;church bingo&lt;br /&gt;casinos&lt;br /&gt;Wall Street, the world's biggest casino&lt;br /&gt;that American Indians have to operate casinos to survive&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;lounge acts&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra after 1970&lt;br /&gt;pop music after 1970&lt;br /&gt;life after 1970&lt;br /&gt;striving&lt;br /&gt;giving up&lt;br /&gt;promises&lt;br /&gt;betrayals&lt;br /&gt;excuses&lt;br /&gt;prejudice against fat people&lt;br /&gt;prejudice against dark-skinned people&lt;br /&gt;prejudice against excessively stupid and excessively intelligent people&lt;br /&gt;prejudice against people with big noses&lt;br /&gt;prejudice against ugly women&lt;br /&gt;prejudice against gentle men&lt;br /&gt;"all men are created equal"&lt;br /&gt;"the pursuit of happiness"&lt;br /&gt;chronic disappointment&lt;br /&gt;expecting rewards in the hereafter&lt;br /&gt;the apparent indifference of God&lt;br /&gt;the possibility that God is a myth&lt;br /&gt;the possibility that God is a crank&lt;br /&gt;the possibility that God is a jokester&lt;br /&gt;the prevalence of unbelieving theologians: NOT a good sign&lt;br /&gt;the perverse intelligence of inanimate objects that roll just out of reach&lt;br /&gt;boxtops that tear as you open them&lt;br /&gt;paper grocery bags that tear when they're full of glass jars&lt;br /&gt;toilet paper that tears as you use it&lt;br /&gt;price labels that won't come off without tearing the product&lt;br /&gt;plastic bags you have to open with your teeth&lt;br /&gt;"twist-off" bottlecaps that rip your fingers&lt;br /&gt;VCRs so complicated that you need an engineering degree to program them&lt;br /&gt;500 channels and nothing you want to watch&lt;br /&gt;electronic gadgets that come with incoherent instructions written by well- intentioned Asians&lt;br /&gt;major appliances that break down two days after the warranty expires&lt;br /&gt;traffic lights that are programmed to turn red as soon as you arrive from the previous red light&lt;br /&gt;picking the shortest line at a toll booth or supermarket checkout -- and watching the others pass you by&lt;br /&gt;playing by the rules and watching the outlaws pass you by&lt;br /&gt;man's treachery toward his fellow-creatures&lt;br /&gt;raising and nurturing good-natured cows, pigs and chickens so they can become DINNER&lt;br /&gt;killing rhinos for their horns&lt;br /&gt;killing elephants for their tusks&lt;br /&gt;killing baby seals for their fur&lt;br /&gt;killing employees for their productivity&lt;br /&gt;the National Rifle Association&lt;br /&gt;the fact that it's easier in the U.S. to obtain handguns than Cuban cigars&lt;br /&gt;the oil cartel&lt;br /&gt;U.S. alliances and wars motivated by the sweet smell of oil&lt;br /&gt;the tobacco industry profiting from the slow suicides of smokers&lt;br /&gt;people who start smoking to be cool, then sue tobacco companies when they develop lung cancer&lt;br /&gt;the fact that tobacco ever caught on in the first place ("Why would anyone stick burning leaves in his mouth?," asked the cynic)&lt;br /&gt;the fact that tobacco is more profitable than book publishing&lt;br /&gt;the fact that nearly ANY industry is more profitable than book publishing&lt;br /&gt;exploitation of resources, including human resources&lt;br /&gt;the term "human resources" (we are not BAUXITE!)&lt;br /&gt;billion-dollar sportswear companies that profit from exploiting child labor&lt;br /&gt;clear-cutting the rainforests to make room for McDonald's beef cattle&lt;br /&gt;excessive hysteria over snail darters and northern spotted owls&lt;br /&gt;insufficient hysteria over the approaching extinction of tigers, pandas, gorillas and other first-rate mammals&lt;br /&gt;Greenpeace (skip the '60s poetics -- just tell us what you do)&lt;br /&gt;war&lt;br /&gt;Pentagon spending habits; e.g., $640 toilet seats and $76 screws&lt;br /&gt;the contractors who charge $640 per toilet seat and $76 per screw&lt;br /&gt;being drafted&lt;br /&gt;boot camp: sadomasochism as a character-builder&lt;br /&gt;being expected to die for a country you can't locate on a map&lt;br /&gt;bombing the wrong village&lt;br /&gt;being killed by "friendly fire"&lt;br /&gt;being killed one day before the truce is signed&lt;br /&gt;being hit by a bus one day after returning to civilian life&lt;br /&gt;the raunchy brutality of urban life&lt;br /&gt;drug pushers&lt;br /&gt;street gangs&lt;br /&gt;rapists&lt;br /&gt;carjackers&lt;br /&gt;slumlords&lt;br /&gt;racketeers&lt;br /&gt;panhandlers&lt;br /&gt;muggers who shoot you for a cigarette or a pair of sneakers&lt;br /&gt;welfare mothers raising FUTURE welfare mothers&lt;br /&gt;welfare fathers who sire six children by six different women&lt;br /&gt;ghetto dwellers blaming their problems on racism&lt;br /&gt;middle-class blacks encountering REAL racism when they move out of the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;the fact that most stereotypes contain a grain of truth that keeps them alive: emotional Italians; smart, aggressive Jews; hot-blooded Latins; beguiling, hard-drinking Irish; disciplined, regimented Germans and Japanese; inbred rednecks&lt;br /&gt;not being allowed to say that blacks have rhythm or superior athletic skill -- despite all the compelling evidence in their favor&lt;br /&gt;not being allowed to talk about Jewish cultural influence -- despite the likelihood that the 20th century will be remembered as a Jewish Renaissance&lt;br /&gt;the fact that Jewish sensitivities may have been conditioned by 2000 years of nonstop anti-Semitism&lt;br /&gt;"Some of my best friends are [fill in the blank]"&lt;br /&gt;the fact that every oppressed minority group likes to think it suffered more than every other oppressed minority group&lt;br /&gt;Holocaust museums, AIDS quilts and other public statements of victimhood&lt;br /&gt;the fact that we still NEED Holocaust museums, AIDS quilts and other public statements of victimhood&lt;br /&gt;symbolic protests with live people masquerading as dead bodies&lt;br /&gt;demands of amnesty by whining political agitators (if you don't want to be arrested, don't commit a crime)&lt;br /&gt;'60s radicals who used the Vietnam War as an excuse to promote Marxism&lt;br /&gt;'60s radicals who became Wall Street tycoons&lt;br /&gt;'60s radicals who still wear tie-dyed shirts and sandals&lt;br /&gt;liberals whose friends are exclusively upper-middle class&lt;br /&gt;conservatives whose friends are exclusively upper-middle class&lt;br /&gt;capitalism&lt;br /&gt;communism&lt;br /&gt;socialism&lt;br /&gt;fascism&lt;br /&gt;commericialism&lt;br /&gt;terrorism&lt;br /&gt;male chauvinism&lt;br /&gt;female chauvinism&lt;br /&gt;plagiarism&lt;br /&gt;optimism&lt;br /&gt;Freudianism&lt;br /&gt;psychoanalysts who keep their patients coming back for 20 years&lt;br /&gt;patients who still hope for a cure after being psychoanalyzed for 20 years&lt;br /&gt;group therapy: a less expensive cure that doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;electroshock therapy: a quicker cure that doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;finally going crazy&lt;br /&gt;psychiatrists who are crazier than their patients&lt;br /&gt;finding happiness only after getting a lobotomy&lt;br /&gt;being labeled a "former mental patient" for life&lt;br /&gt;"sensitivity" training and other forms of brainwashing&lt;br /&gt;psychobabble: the standardization of introspection&lt;br /&gt;codependency and other pop-psychology concepts designed to sell books&lt;br /&gt;the fact that there wouldn't be so many self-help books if any of them worked&lt;br /&gt;anyone associated with the O.J. Simpson trial who wrote a book&lt;br /&gt;O.J. Simpson&lt;br /&gt;20-year-old Hollywood starlets who form their own production companies&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood agents of any age&lt;br /&gt;the "A" list for Hollywood parties&lt;br /&gt;the people who decide who's on the "A" list&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood movies after "Star Wars"&lt;br /&gt;blockbusters&lt;br /&gt;sequels to blockbusters&lt;br /&gt;bad movies based on old TV shows&lt;br /&gt;the fact that those bad movies become blockbusters anyway&lt;br /&gt;Julia Roberts, highest-paid film actress of all time&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the highest-paid actress used to be Demi Moore until Julia Roberts replaced her&lt;br /&gt;the fact that it would take the average U.S. worker more than six centuries to earn what the top male stars receive for one film&lt;br /&gt;the fact that Michael Ovitz received five times that much when he was fired from Disney&lt;br /&gt;the fact that Michael Eisner received more than five times as much as Ovitz in ONE DAY, when he cashed in his Disney stock options&lt;br /&gt;the symbolism of Pia Zadora buying and demolishing Pickfair, once the grandest mansion in Beverly Hills&lt;br /&gt;overreliance on special effects in mainstream Hollywood films&lt;br /&gt;too much @$&amp;#*!% profanity in mainstream Hollywood films&lt;br /&gt;knee-jerk contempt for religion in mainstream Hollywood films&lt;br /&gt;knee-jerk contempt for Hollywood by the religious right&lt;br /&gt;films that depict Jesus as a blue-eyed Nordic&lt;br /&gt;"To him that hath, more shall be given"&lt;br /&gt;the old-boy network&lt;br /&gt;the tendency of high-school in-crowders to become adult in-crowders&lt;br /&gt;being snubbed by the in-crowd because of your looks, clothes, taste in music, or weird family&lt;br /&gt;being snubbed by a friend in the presence of in-crowders&lt;br /&gt;teachers who embarrass you in front of the entire class&lt;br /&gt;students who embarrass teachers in front of the entire class&lt;br /&gt;homework in every subject&lt;br /&gt;teachers' pets&lt;br /&gt;the worship of student athletes (except in cross-country, wrestling, golf and fencing)&lt;br /&gt;cheerleaders&lt;br /&gt;the importance of being selected as a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;parents who murder cheerleaders who were selected over their own kids&lt;br /&gt;wanting to be considered cool: the root of all teenage vices&lt;br /&gt;the inexplicable vogue for multiple pierced body parts, including tongues&lt;br /&gt;peer pressure (ask any lemming)&lt;br /&gt;being taunted for being virtuous&lt;br /&gt;having to worry that you're gay if you're still a virgin at 18&lt;br /&gt;having to think your entire future will be determined by your college board scores&lt;br /&gt;being rejected by your #1 college&lt;br /&gt;being rejected by your #2 college&lt;br /&gt;being rejected by every college except your "safety" school&lt;br /&gt;being rejected by your "safety" school&lt;br /&gt;going to your #1 college -- and hating it&lt;br /&gt;bickering with the college administration&lt;br /&gt;crass college students who major in merchandising or finance&lt;br /&gt;idealistic college students who major in history, philosophy or French (turn back before the world devours you!)&lt;br /&gt;being stuck with a roommate from hell&lt;br /&gt;the hell you have to go through to pledge a fraternity&lt;br /&gt;fraternities in general&lt;br /&gt;sororities in general&lt;br /&gt;fraternity boys who become top executives&lt;br /&gt;private university graduates who look down on state university graduates&lt;br /&gt;state university graduates who look down on state college graduates&lt;br /&gt;state college graduates who look down on community college graduates&lt;br /&gt;high school dropouts who earn more than all of them&lt;br /&gt;mom-and-pop businesses driven out by shopping malls&lt;br /&gt;mom-and-pop businesses driven out by designer boutiques and tattoo parlors&lt;br /&gt;what it takes to succeed&lt;br /&gt;motivational seminars that promise easy success&lt;br /&gt;the fact that the easiest way to succeed is to give motivational seminars&lt;br /&gt;consulting: the art of succeeding while unemployed&lt;br /&gt;the success of writers and artists who sell out&lt;br /&gt;the wretchedness of writers and artists who don't&lt;br /&gt;tenure for scholars: freedom to be mediocre&lt;br /&gt;being denied tenure&lt;br /&gt;semiotics, deconstructionism, and similar vehicles for academic obfuscation&lt;br /&gt;Afrocentrism (sorry, the Egyptians weren't black)&lt;br /&gt;Women's Studies (sorry, women aren't an ethnic group)&lt;br /&gt;the shameful exclusion of non-Western cultures from old history textbooks&lt;br /&gt;the overemphasis on non-Western cultures in current textbooks&lt;br /&gt;the term "Third World" ("How come we never hear about the First and Second Worlds?," asked the cynic)&lt;br /&gt;Montezuma's revenge&lt;br /&gt;what the Spaniards did to Montezuma&lt;br /&gt;trying to convert the heathens&lt;br /&gt;selling refrigerators to Eskimos&lt;br /&gt;having to call Eskimos "Inuit"&lt;br /&gt;having to call Burma "Myanmar"&lt;br /&gt;having to call Dave Barry "America's favorite humorist"&lt;br /&gt;the fact that Tom Cruise is more famous than John Adams or Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;the fact that MTV is more famous than the 3,000-year-old nation of Armenia&lt;br /&gt;Planet Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;the Hard Rock Cafe&lt;br /&gt;gawking tourists who wear Hard Rock Cafe t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;supermarket tabloids&lt;br /&gt;people who buy tabloids and complain about paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Klein ads (what exactly are we selling here?)&lt;br /&gt;reading about the triumphs of the shallow in "People" magazine&lt;br /&gt;the term "beautiful people" used without irony&lt;br /&gt;chic: the triumph of style over substance&lt;br /&gt;55-year-old celebrities who try to look 30&lt;br /&gt;cosmetic surgery&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson, self-made alien&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson's marriages&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson's peculiar friendship with Elizabeth Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Taylor's marriages&lt;br /&gt;the publicity uses of entering the Betty Ford Clinic&lt;br /&gt;alcoholism as a "disease"&lt;br /&gt;gambling as a "disease"&lt;br /&gt;AIDS as a "civil rights issue"&lt;br /&gt;the sad last days of discarded celebrities&lt;br /&gt;tabloids that exploit the sad last days of discarded celebrities&lt;br /&gt;the woes of former child stars&lt;br /&gt;the warped ambitions of stage parents&lt;br /&gt;the futile ambitions of would-be writers&lt;br /&gt;the fact that nobody reads literature anymore&lt;br /&gt;the fact that Walt Disney World is the biggest single tourist attraction in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;the disappearance of classical music radio stations&lt;br /&gt;the perplexing success of the ugliest pop music&lt;br /&gt;the inevitable triumph of energy over refinement&lt;br /&gt;the fact that cultured men today are predominantly gay&lt;br /&gt;the fact that heterosexual men today are predominantly uncultured&lt;br /&gt;the fact that single men have to feel suspect if they're cultured&lt;br /&gt;men who regard women as sex toys&lt;br /&gt;smart middle-aged women who regard uneducated young men as sex toys&lt;br /&gt;middle-aged alpha males with trophy wives&lt;br /&gt;women who praise sensitive men but fall for alpha males&lt;br /&gt;men who demand that their women look like Barbie&lt;br /&gt;women who demand that their men be "financially secure"&lt;br /&gt;crude, lascivious men who leer at women, make jokes about breasts, etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;hip, contemporary women who leer at men, make jokes about penises, etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;the comical ineptness of intellectual men in the real world&lt;br /&gt;the shrill fascism of intellectual feminists who denounce our rigid "phallocentric" institutions, like grammar, sex and rocket science&lt;br /&gt;the condescension of older businessmen toward the "little ladies"&lt;br /&gt;women who characterize flirtation as sexual harassment&lt;br /&gt;men who characterize sexual harassment as flirtation&lt;br /&gt;the male double standard: it's OK for men (but not women) to fool around&lt;br /&gt;female double standards: it's OK for women (but not men) to bash the opposite sex, have their own colleges and clubs, whine, let their spouses support them, etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that everything ultimately boils down to sex&lt;br /&gt;the fact that sex fuels the egos of people whose egos don't need fueling&lt;br /&gt;kinky sex (isn't "normal" sex kinky enough?)&lt;br /&gt;impotence: nature's way of telling a man he doesn't deserve to get lucky&lt;br /&gt;faked orgasms: woman's way of telling a man he's luckier than he deserves to be&lt;br /&gt;potential lovers who tell you about the "great sex" they had with a previous lover&lt;br /&gt;current lovers who are having "great sex" with somebody else but don't tell you about it&lt;br /&gt;current lovers who are having "great sex" with somebody else and DO tell you about it&lt;br /&gt;the inventiveness of women's excuses for saying no&lt;br /&gt;the inventiveness of men's arguments for persuading a woman to say yes&lt;br /&gt;sexual starvation&lt;br /&gt;watching people who are dorkier than you get all the sex they want&lt;br /&gt;having to practice safe sex&lt;br /&gt;having to practice salesmanship to get sex&lt;br /&gt;the depth of conversations at singles bars&lt;br /&gt;the depth of conversations in online chat rooms&lt;br /&gt;the depth of conversations in most marriages&lt;br /&gt;spats&lt;br /&gt;replays of the same spats&lt;br /&gt;breaking up after making up&lt;br /&gt;being dumped by someone you love&lt;br /&gt;being dumped for your best friend&lt;br /&gt;being dumped for your mate's best friend&lt;br /&gt;being dumped as part of your mate's latest career move&lt;br /&gt;"Can't we just be friends?"&lt;br /&gt;watching your ex-mate get lucky while your heart is still broken&lt;br /&gt;searching for new mate so you have another chance to experience all of the above&lt;br /&gt;the lamentable decline of romance&lt;br /&gt;the unlamented demise of Western Civilization&lt;br /&gt;the survival of tuberculosis bacilli and political parties&lt;br /&gt;big government: a charity funded by legalized extortion&lt;br /&gt;taxation without representation&lt;br /&gt;taxation WITH representation&lt;br /&gt;representative government masquerading as democracy&lt;br /&gt;Washington insiders&lt;br /&gt;dinner parties for Washington insiders&lt;br /&gt;buying an ambassadorship&lt;br /&gt;foreign ambassadors with 137 parking tickets who claim diplomatic immunity&lt;br /&gt;backslappers and palm-greasers&lt;br /&gt;congressmen who sell out to lobbyists&lt;br /&gt;presidents who sell out to lobbyists&lt;br /&gt;lobbyists&lt;br /&gt;political cronies appointed to high office&lt;br /&gt;the politicians who appoint the appointees&lt;br /&gt;political scandals&lt;br /&gt;cover-ups of scandals&lt;br /&gt;press coverage of cover-ups of scandals&lt;br /&gt;the blindness of the press toward JFK's scandals&lt;br /&gt;the bloodlust of the press in covering Nixon's one scandal&lt;br /&gt;candidates for the U.S. presidency since 1960&lt;br /&gt;candidates for local office in every era&lt;br /&gt;selling favors for campaign contributions: political prostitution&lt;br /&gt;making impossible campaign promises: political courtship&lt;br /&gt;committing impeachable offenses: political adultery&lt;br /&gt;being impeached: political divorce proceedings&lt;br /&gt;photo opportunities and sound bites&lt;br /&gt;spin doctors&lt;br /&gt;mudslinging as a viable campaign strategy&lt;br /&gt;pollsters' and psychics' predictions&lt;br /&gt;corporate earnings forecasts&lt;br /&gt;investors who bail out of a company because it earned $1.24 per share instead of $1.26 per share&lt;br /&gt;companies that downsize because they earned $1.24 per share instead of $1.26 per share&lt;br /&gt;the stock market soaring on news of higher unemployment&lt;br /&gt;going on unemployment yourself&lt;br /&gt;mortgages and other long-term, life-sapping obligations, like marriage&lt;br /&gt;divorce&lt;br /&gt;having to pay alimony and child support&lt;br /&gt;not receiving alimony and child support&lt;br /&gt;staying single because you think the other option is even worse&lt;br /&gt;having to think of yourself as "unfit" if you don't propagate your genes&lt;br /&gt;looking at some of the people who DO propagate their genes&lt;br /&gt;watching a billion years of evolution sputter out when you die childless&lt;br /&gt;knowing that all your knowledge and experiences will evaporate when you die&lt;br /&gt;being dead&lt;br /&gt;being embalmed&lt;br /&gt;being displayed at an open-casket funeral&lt;br /&gt;decomposition&lt;br /&gt;eternal damnation&lt;br /&gt;heaven&lt;br /&gt;purgatory ("What's the point?," asked the cynic. "We've already been there.")&lt;br /&gt;reincarnation (damned if I'm taking calculus again!)&lt;br /&gt;past-life regression therapy&lt;br /&gt;aromatherapy&lt;br /&gt;foot reflexology&lt;br /&gt;chakras&lt;br /&gt;auras&lt;br /&gt;spirit channeling&lt;br /&gt;energy vortexes&lt;br /&gt;good karma and bad karma&lt;br /&gt;gurus&lt;br /&gt;false idols&lt;br /&gt;pop idols&lt;br /&gt;the artist formerly known as Prince&lt;br /&gt;the company still known as Microsoft&lt;br /&gt;monopolies&lt;br /&gt;landing on Boardwalk with a hotel on it&lt;br /&gt;not passing "GO"&lt;br /&gt;not winning&lt;br /&gt;not even breaking even&lt;br /&gt;the fact that virtue is rarely rewarded&lt;br /&gt;that the rewards usually go to the wrong people&lt;br /&gt;that good things don't last&lt;br /&gt;that bad things never go away&lt;br /&gt;that nothing you do in this life will matter 10,000 years from now&lt;br /&gt;that nothing you do in this life will matter 10 years from now&lt;br /&gt;that nearly everything you do is dictated by your genes&lt;br /&gt;that you'll never have enough time to do everything you want&lt;br /&gt;that everything declines eventually, including you&lt;br /&gt;the decline of language&lt;br /&gt;the decline of art&lt;br /&gt;the decline of decency&lt;br /&gt;puritanism: lusting to prevent others from lusting&lt;br /&gt;searching for happiness&lt;br /&gt;searching for kindred spirits&lt;br /&gt;searching for love&lt;br /&gt;searching for self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;searching for the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;searching for a flashlight with live batteries&lt;br /&gt;searching for answers&lt;br /&gt;never finding the answers&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to find the answers&lt;br /&gt;realizing that the answers will always elude you if you search for them&lt;br /&gt;knowing that you're still clueless after all these years&lt;br /&gt;realizing that all the wise men, philosophers and self-help authors were clueless, too&lt;br /&gt;knowing that the world is going to fall apart eventually&lt;br /&gt;not caring if the world falls apart&lt;br /&gt;"whatever"&lt;br /&gt;© 1997-2001 by Rick Bayan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113807488537997166?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113807488537997166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113807488537997166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113807488537997166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113807488537997166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/01/714-things-to-be-cynical-about.html' title='714 Things to be Cynical About'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113752850783925726</id><published>2006-01-17T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:21:57.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing Freud was right about....</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://primal-page.com/madonna.htm"&gt;The Madonna Whore Complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More typically in healthy relationships, sex improves&lt;br /&gt;with time and shared experiences. Addictive sex, on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;wanes with increased knowledge of the other person &lt;br /&gt;because it no longer provides escape from buried feelings." &lt;br /&gt;-- Charlotte D. Kasl, Ph.D. in Women, Sex, and Addiction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113752850783925726?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113752850783925726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113752850783925726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113752850783925726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113752850783925726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-thing-freud-was-right-about.html' title='One thing Freud was right about....'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113745071500213332</id><published>2006-01-16T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:01:32.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpts from dating mail</title><content type='html'>Take a look some of the best and worst emails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) guess you did'nt like my mug, I liked your's , take care Phil. ( at least hes intelligent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I'm certainly not boring, I am intelligent, have a very good job, I have no criminal record I don't do drugs and best of all I haven't killed anyone either ( great..what about this little problem called your face though?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) why not just pretend like we're in some dimly-lit place ( can I barf now?)and we've just exchanged real smiles. &lt;br /&gt;If that were the case I'd probably find out what you're drinking, set us up with a couple, ( a couple of swingers you mean?) then ask you what you do for living, what you find interesting about it. ( what do you think I find interesting about work? answer...fuck all!!)&lt;br /&gt;If I had the impression that you were pretty sound, I might try to find out your favourite colour or something. Who knows? ( Im not sound..thank god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is my favorite email yet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Going by what I remember of your list.... here goes! &lt;br /&gt;-Confident but not arrogant.... for example, walking into a bar knowing your the best looking there... but just not saying it. &lt;br /&gt;-Dominant but not controlling... Hmmmmm, there is a time and a place to tell eachother what to do. &lt;br /&gt;Emotionally availiable...... Yep, got that covered &lt;br /&gt;Financially Stable..... Define stable please. &lt;br /&gt;Bad in a good way..... is that like "Phat" not "Fat"????? (ha, ha) &lt;br /&gt;And edge....... they don't call me the razor for nothing...(OK, THAT WAS A JOKE...REALLY!!!!) &lt;br /&gt;Leader......... absolutly (don't hold this against me later!) &lt;br /&gt;Strong but not cold.....as every good leader is. &lt;br /&gt;LOYAL.......... no problem....Seriously, hey just cause I'm a guy!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous..... Oh boy, likely on the extreme side &lt;br /&gt;Most important... Brains. Well, you'll have to be the judge on that one, I think I'm border line genius... However, bias opinion. &lt;br /&gt;the do not contact list.... I almost pee'd my pants laughing. (you know that just doesn't sound right for a grown man to say!) &lt;br /&gt;Drug addict... nope &lt;br /&gt;Booze.... rye and coke kinda guy, but not every day! &lt;br /&gt;federal convict... let me check and see if my charges were federal !! &lt;br /&gt;Gay... I did kiss a boy once for 20 bucks.. does that count?? &lt;br /&gt;Broke.... sometimes Unemployed..... well... Self employed &lt;br /&gt;Valid Drivers licence..check ! &lt;br /&gt;Dying...aren't we all??? but not any faster than the next guy. &lt;br /&gt;Fantasizing about under age girls...... You have had some bad lava experiances! &lt;br /&gt;Male Prostitute.... Nope &lt;br /&gt;Hate women.... if I did, then I would have to cuddle with boys.. and that just doesn't paint a pretty picture. &lt;br /&gt;Hate children... If I did, when I read the last line of your profile I likely wouldn't have started this little novel. &lt;br /&gt;Killed someone...... Ya but they totally deserved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Next up the worst conversation in my entire online dating career....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;br /&gt;You look great and I fit your criteria, but tell me you're not as negative as your prifile seems. &lt;br /&gt;ME: &lt;br /&gt;Im not negative..Im cynical, there's a difference.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: &lt;br /&gt;Good to hear. Yup, there definitely is a difference...Important distinction. Sounds like you have your guard up, too which isn't necessarily a bad thing. As long is it's coming from a good place (good self esteem), I really dig strength and independence in a woman. &lt;br /&gt;Wanna play a little game? I just thought of this. How would you complete this sentence? &lt;br /&gt;[A few/Some/All] men are selfish jerks? &lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;br /&gt;You ARE kidding me right??? &lt;br /&gt;I hope this is a trick question? &lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but in good conscience, I will not answer that question.. &lt;br /&gt;I can tell you I do not hate men...is this sufficient? &lt;br /&gt;A "game" for you.... &lt;br /&gt;Repeat the word condescending 5 times&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands&lt;br /&gt;Do a 360 degree spin&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands again &lt;br /&gt;Hold a head stand for 3 minutes..followed by the splits&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and do the radio dance all the way back to your pc...and then get back to me. &lt;br /&gt;( I actually was so certain he wouldnt be emailing back, when to my astonishment (cough) he proves me wrong)&lt;br /&gt;HIM: &lt;br /&gt;:-) Wow, those were some serious hoops, but I'm back now. &lt;br /&gt;Not trying to be condescending...it's tough to get a feel for somebody online, and the only info I have to go on is a few sentences and a list of "don't"'s. I had to ask, and think it was a fair question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I have to be honest....my coworkers said I only stayed on my head for 2:45. &lt;br /&gt;(damn it I should have ordered him to do a permanent headstand.....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113745071500213332?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113745071500213332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113745071500213332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113745071500213332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113745071500213332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/01/excerpts-from-dating-mail.html' title='Excerpts from dating mail'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113729447807627107</id><published>2006-01-14T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:13:18.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least We Tried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113729447807627107?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113729447807627107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113729447807627107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113729447807627107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113729447807627107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-least-we-tried.html' title='&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://simon.castpost.com/170958.html&quot;&gt;At Least We Tried&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113719241955333422</id><published>2006-01-13T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:57:12.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attraction Theory</title><content type='html'>"People do not attract that which they want, but that which they are."   &lt;br /&gt; -Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113719241955333422?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113719241955333422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113719241955333422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113719241955333422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113719241955333422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/01/attraction-theory.html' title='&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.colostate.edu/Depts/Speech/rccs/theory08.htm&quot;&gt;Attraction Theory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113623821044867731</id><published>2006-01-02T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:38:24.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me looking healthy before the party..and the poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/IMGP0107.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/stevemelea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a "quiet" New Years eve!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113617279933016089?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113617279933016089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113617279933016089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113617279933016089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113617279933016089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-dear-friends-steven-and-leah.html' title='My dear friends Steven, and Leah....'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113554391468894856</id><published>2005-12-25T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T15:51:54.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My huney bunny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/DSC06475a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/DSC06472b.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113554270995678735?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113554270995678735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113554270995678735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113554270995678735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113554270995678735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-sister-and-i-having-blast.html' title='My sister and I having a blast!!'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113545562235154982</id><published>2005-12-24T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:27:45.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me this am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/DSC06429.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/DSC06429.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went out for a few xmas drinks..stumbled in at 3:30 am, ofcourse I was lonely and wanted to cuddle..so I went and snuck in bed with my son......well 8 am I open my eyes and he has a camera pointed at my face...lol  This was the most civilized one of the bunch....&lt;br /&gt;Note: Slept with make-up on... :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113545562235154982?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113545562235154982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113545562235154982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113545562235154982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113545562235154982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-this-am.html' title='Me this am'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113545183130495151</id><published>2005-12-24T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T14:17:11.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.....</title><content type='html'>Santa Please bring me a man with ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates Money&lt;br /&gt;Donald Trumps Brain&lt;br /&gt;Mark Wahlbergs body&lt;br /&gt;Jfk Jrs face&lt;br /&gt;David Carusos attitude&lt;br /&gt;Gene Simmons sexual skills&lt;br /&gt;Sings like Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;Plays guitar like Stevie Ray Vaughn&lt;br /&gt;thats all.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113545183130495151?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113545183130495151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113545183130495151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113545183130495151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113545183130495151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas.....'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113528336471182105</id><published>2005-12-22T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:31:56.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Having the time of my life!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/DSC06399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/DSC06377.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113512897767908736?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113512897767908736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113512897767908736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113512897767908736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113512897767908736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-little-photographer-takes-my-pic.html' title='My Little Photographer Takes My Pic!!'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113512879807214195</id><published>2005-12-20T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:33:18.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Main Man!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/owenmummy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/owenmummy.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113512879807214195?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113512879807214195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113512879807214195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113512879807214195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113512879807214195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-and-my-main-man.html' title='Me and My Main Man!!!!'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113502603192218648</id><published>2005-12-19T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:22:48.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally happy...</title><content type='html'>Its been a hard year for me, maily due to men. I am finally, finally beginning to feel happy for the first time in, well forever. I have taken up guitar lessons, and well I suck right now, but I get to laugh at myself!! I have already decided my first major project will be Fairies Wear Boots...I will learn to play that song before I die!!!! God It may take 20 yrs, but ill learn it..on second thought maybe I should start with Planet Caravan..lol I really admire Randy Rhodes, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Jimi Hendrix, Joe Satriani, Jimmy page, Steve Vai, Johnny Winter, David Coverdale. The funny thing is alot of their music is heavier than I like..but when you listen to music based on guitar playing..this stuff is mind blowing...these guys are in a caliber unknown to most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113502603192218648?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113502603192218648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113502603192218648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113502603192218648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113502603192218648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-happy.html' title='Finally happy...'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113502517392811600</id><published>2005-12-19T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T15:46:13.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE CHANEL</title><content type='html'>Everyone has been asking me "what do you want for xmas" and I have told everyone.....Chanel!!! I got one friend  Platinum Chanel for men...Goooooooooood damn the stuff smells like new money!!!!!!! Wow they make THE best perfumes and colognes bar none!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113502517392811600?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113502517392811600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113502517392811600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113502517392811600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113502517392811600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-chanel.html' title='I LOVE CHANEL'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113484234166384496</id><published>2005-12-17T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:59:01.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depeche Mode...</title><content type='html'>I cant believe this..going to budapest to see them!!! God my life is becoming a whirlwind of excitment...either that or im obsessed with martin gore? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113484234166384496?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113484234166384496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113484234166384496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113484234166384496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113484234166384496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/depeche-mode.html' title='Depeche Mode...'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113450304149279801</id><published>2005-12-13T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:46:39.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God....I love Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/madonnaharryt9ir.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madonna.com/"&gt;Madonna.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113450304149279801?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113445549541541131</id><published>2005-12-13T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T01:50:01.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/opgetready4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113445549541541131?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113445549541541131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113445549541541131' title='0 Comments'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113445032792825859?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113445032792825859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113445032792825859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113445032792825859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113445032792825859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dont-want-to-start-any-blasphemous.html' title='I don&apos;t want to start any blasphemous rumours..but'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113433170119923519</id><published>2005-12-11T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T15:08:21.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Alone!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is probably only the second christmas I have spent completely single in my life..it feels weird. Instead of shopping for my significant other I bought my own xmas gifts...lol I am even wrapping them how pathetic!!!!! If I hadnt bought myself stuff..I wouldve had nothing to open xmas am...  that is so sad..&lt;br /&gt;God I really hate being single in December. Christmas is so much better when you have your boyfriend to cuddle with!!!!!!! guess I wont be dressing up as santas little helper this year lol.. this is lame...can we ffwd to new years eve already? Oh ya..I have no date for that either!!!!!! ok, screw it can I just sleep until may?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113433170119923519?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113433170119923519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113433170119923519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113433170119923519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113433170119923519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-alone.html' title='Christmas Alone!!!!'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113428235767079567</id><published>2005-12-11T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:58:39.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/101_3135x400.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the snow is falling... im thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;the curtain's calling...im loving the new&lt;br /&gt;the wind is blowing...im getting colder&lt;br /&gt;the phone is ringing...ive gotten bolder&lt;br /&gt;nights are longer..when you spend them alone&lt;br /&gt;days seem shorter...when you're turning to stone&lt;br /&gt;heart beats slowly...time and a maze&lt;br /&gt;pulse starts racing.. its all a big haze&lt;br /&gt;life goes on and its always the same&lt;br /&gt;only the names will change&lt;br /&gt;when the credits roll to this empty stage&lt;br /&gt;you were the lead on every page&lt;br /&gt;for every story has an end&lt;br /&gt;every lover considered a friend&lt;br /&gt;no time to be bitter, no room to be sad&lt;br /&gt;you were the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;the laughs were valiant&lt;br /&gt;the tears were pure&lt;br /&gt;who we are &lt;br /&gt;is part of what we were&lt;br /&gt;life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;like the lines on our face&lt;br /&gt;words will never change&lt;br /&gt;what time cannot erase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113428235767079567?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113428235767079567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113428235767079567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113428235767079567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113428235767079567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow-is-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113419970375116735</id><published>2005-12-10T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:27:05.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A metaphor for my life!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/me.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113419970375116735?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113419970375116735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113419970375116735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113419970375116735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113419970375116735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/metaphor-for-my-life.html' title='A metaphor for my life!!!!!'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113398136101051901</id><published>2005-12-07T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:01:53.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaaaah Humbug!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/fuckxmas.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;I hate shopping in December&lt;br /&gt;I hate picking out gifts&lt;br /&gt;I hate spending money on people because Im obligated&lt;br /&gt;I hate sitting with relatives I dont know &lt;br /&gt;I hate sitting with relatives I do know&lt;br /&gt;I hate snow&lt;br /&gt;I hate sweaters&lt;br /&gt;I hate Christmas carols&lt;br /&gt;I hate fruit cake&lt;br /&gt;I hate red and green as a pair&lt;br /&gt;I hate candy canes&lt;br /&gt;I hate wrapping gifts&lt;br /&gt;I hate cleaning up wrapping paper&lt;br /&gt;I hate filling out christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;I hate listening to drunk relatives repeat stories about when I was 2 for the 27th year in a row &lt;br /&gt;I hate traditional Christmas trees&lt;br /&gt;I hate the price of decent tree orniments&lt;br /&gt;I hate Christmas elves they are creepy&lt;br /&gt;I hate Santa..because hes a big fat lie&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for ever believing in Santa&lt;br /&gt;And...last but not least I think Rudolph was a pathetic reindeer who should have been shot in the first scene!!!!&lt;br /&gt;thats all.....  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113398136101051901?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113398136101051901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113398136101051901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113398136101051901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113398136101051901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/baaaaaah-humbug.html' title='Baaaaaah Humbug!!!'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113397536364077676</id><published>2005-12-07T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:09:41.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New World Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/SecurityIsthegreatestenemy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed that this world is subtlely, and simultaneously not so subtlely being infiltrated and dominated by Japan????? Is it just me or..are people severely oblivious to the obvious? Think about that for a second. Then look around you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113397536364077676?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113397536364077676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113397536364077676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113397536364077676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113397536364077676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-world-order.html' title='New World Order'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113347990905065584</id><published>2005-12-01T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:42:44.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paras kaul is a genious!!!!! Check out this Peace Stream Video...this is revolutionary!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainwavechick.com/pages/thepeace.html"&gt;Peace Streams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read post below for a more in depth look at what this demiurgic&lt;br /&gt;artist has tapped into!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113347990905065584?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113347990905065584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113347990905065584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113347990905065584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113347990905065584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/paras-kaul-is-genious-check-out-this.html' title='Paras kaul is a genious!!!!! Check out this Peace Stream Video...this is revolutionary!!!!'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113347952020616048</id><published>2005-12-01T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:25:20.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art as a State of Mind</title><content type='html'>Paras Kaul really lets you know what's on her mind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While most artists use paint brush on canvas or another medium to get concepts across, Kaul expresses her ideas with a brain-wave interface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been experimenting with the technology for years and appears poised for a breakthrough. Her newest creation, Peace Streams -- a combination of poetry, music, graphics, video and hypnosis technique -- debuts on August 1 at the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaul's interest in this kind of work was sparked in her teens, during the 1960s. Her father, a psychologist, taught her how to induce altered states of consciousness through hypnosis. After attending the Art Institute of Chicago, Kaul began researching how artists could more easily self-induce an alpha state, that level of consciousness believed to be optimal for creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the best state," Kaul said. "You're so balanced. You're connected with the real world, but with higher consciousness as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In creating her work, which has been exhibited at SIGGRAPH and other major graphics shows, Kaul consciously tries to enter an altered state. But she thinks she can go even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending a recent trade show, Kaul saw a demonstration from IBVA Technologies that let musicians send their brain waves to synthesizers and make music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaul reasoned that this technology –- a headband with three electrodes, connected to a computer which reads and sends brain waves to PCs and other devices -– could be used to create other forms of art, including visual art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew I had to have that," she said. "And I didn’t even have a computer (at home) at the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create the Peace Streams project, Kaul used an array of Macintosh computers, including a G4 and Titanium. After writing the poem conventionally and typing it into the computer, she turned inward on herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaul thought about the poem, which in turn produced brain wave images, based on her emotions, that were captured and edited using special software. Separate audio and graphical tracks were composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they've been remixed for the Kennedy Center performance, said Kaul, where hers will be part of a 60-minute show featuring artists who took part in the Sonic Circuits competition. The "concert," as organizers are calling it, will be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Kennedy Center show, Kaul's work may finally be hitting the big time. She is preparing a proposal for the National Science Foundation to study learning methods through the use of brain waves. In this, she has a collaborator, William F. Reeder, dean of the College of Visual and Performing Arts at George Mason University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paras is a unique talent," says Reeder. "Using brain waves, the activity of her mind, to create new expression is really innovative. It's a whole new canvas. It's very exciting. It's a way of escaping gravity, so to speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor will Kaul be done experimenting with brain waves anytime soon. In fact, she considers herself not just an artist, but a "neural artist researcher." Her goal is to work in multimedia education development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some day, we will all be communicating non-verbally," said Kaul. "When that happens, our communications will be much more truthful and emotional."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by Gene J. Koprowski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113347952020616048?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113347952020616048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113347952020616048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113347952020616048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113347952020616048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/12/art-as-state-of-mind.html' title='Art as a State of Mind'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113338151108418166</id><published>2005-11-30T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:11:51.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/pregnant350.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113338151108418166?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113338151108418166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113338151108418166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113338151108418166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113338151108418166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/11/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom_30.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113338100360131736</id><published>2005-11-30T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:27:51.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphors by Sylvia Plath</title><content type='html'>I'm a riddle in nine syllables. &lt;br /&gt;An elephant, a ponderous house, &lt;br /&gt;A melon strolling on two tendrils. &lt;br /&gt;O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! &lt;br /&gt;This loaf's big with its yeasty rising. &lt;br /&gt;Money's new-minted in this fat purse. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf. &lt;br /&gt;I've eaten a bag of green apples, &lt;br /&gt;Boarded the train there's no getting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I got off the train.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113338100360131736?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113338100360131736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113338100360131736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113338100360131736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113338100360131736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/11/metaphors-by-sylvia-plath.html' title='Metaphors by Sylvia Plath'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113329226762957087</id><published>2005-11-29T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:26:50.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Famous Frauds.. Three F's for FFF..uck are we ignorant!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://linkerupper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Four Famous Frauds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113329226762957087?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113329226762957087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113329226762957087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113329226762957087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113329226762957087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/11/four-famous-frauds-three-fs-for-fffuck.html' title='Four Famous Frauds.. Three F&apos;s for FFF..uck are we ignorant!!'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113285098068542026</id><published>2005-11-24T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T11:54:12.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/1600/hello-kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/943/320/hello-kitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113285098068542026?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113285098068542026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113285098068542026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113285098068542026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/113285098068542026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/11/men-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113158030121918304</id><published>2005-11-09T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:08:59.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymiserablelife.com/archive/30s.shtml"&gt;My Miserable Life .com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;Dont feel guilty for laughing. &lt;br /&gt;I did, and Im probably going to hell for it.  &lt;br /&gt;Then again Ive been on the devils guest list for years..&lt;br /&gt;talk about laughing at someone elses expense.&lt;br /&gt;Using others misfortunes as entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;God Im awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113158030121918304?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113139413055295128</id><published>2005-11-07T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:21:59.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia Research Instigates Phobophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113139413055295128?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/113139413055295128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=113139413055295128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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target&lt;br /&gt;Sitting waiting&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Is full of surprises&lt;br /&gt;It advertises&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I trying to do&lt;br /&gt;What am I trying to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to tell you anything&lt;br /&gt;You didn't know&lt;br /&gt;When you woke up today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting target&lt;br /&gt;Sitting praying&lt;br /&gt;God is saying&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;Knows the prospects&lt;br /&gt;Learnt to expect&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-113111707250314952?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-113047585357055393</id><published>2005-10-28T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:55:25.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sentence For Killing Time Is Death</title><content type='html'>young and blessed with ignorance&lt;br /&gt;longing to become one of the great&lt;br /&gt; when I grow up..I want to be a doctor&lt;br /&gt;do you remember the day you realized you werent invinsable?&lt;br /&gt;i do&lt;br /&gt;the day reality became jekyl and hyde&lt;br /&gt;it became clear...its all inside...there is nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;your tree fort is no longer a sufficient shelter&lt;br /&gt; become life, before it becomes you&lt;br /&gt;this bittersweet fleeting existence is a gift&lt;br /&gt;and theres always a catch&lt;br /&gt;nothing is free, you'll have to pay for that&lt;br /&gt;pay your dues, pay unto thee&lt;br /&gt;its not fair and it doesnt make sense&lt;br /&gt; just do your best&lt;br /&gt;smile and pray for mercy&lt;br /&gt;embrace your regrets&lt;br /&gt;the clock is ticking&lt;br /&gt;the world is waiting, with open arms&lt;br /&gt;all things great, all things evil, all things meaningless, all things meaningful&lt;br /&gt;millions of usless activities designed merely to sedate us&lt;br /&gt;we invite these man made comas&lt;br /&gt;come,,, eat up our precious time&lt;br /&gt;let us throw our hours, our years, and our lives into the abyss&lt;br /&gt; life is "always" right there waiting..waiting like summer waits for spring&lt;br /&gt;waits for spring to do its thing&lt;br /&gt; banish always from the english dictionary&lt;br /&gt; abandon assumptions&lt;br /&gt;one day life will sail on by &lt;br /&gt;our time is up....and how we dared taunt time&lt;br /&gt;the almighty mirage&lt;br /&gt;time-the most underrated, yet fiercely hated illusion&lt;div 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Death'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112922797536686234</id><published>2005-10-13T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:35:45.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/DSC02477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/th_DSC02477.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112922797536686234?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112922699284740087</id><published>2005-10-13T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:20:10.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little morbid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/DSC05949.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/th_DSC05949.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passive aggression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken threat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impending doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distortion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffocate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mutilate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interruption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death of beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death of mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS...today imploring me to purge morbid thoughts....and doing so at your expense.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apology accepted??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112922699284740087?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112922699284740087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112922699284740087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112922699284740087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112922699284740087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-morbid.html' title='a little morbid?'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112922586019639519</id><published>2005-10-13T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:51:00.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/DSC02421.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The spectator is a dying animal." - Jim Morrison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112922586019639519?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112922586019639519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112922586019639519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112922586019639519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112922586019639519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/10/spectator-is-dying-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112904946244023336</id><published>2005-10-11T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T12:51:02.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/kahnmemory.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112904946244023336?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112904946244023336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112904946244023336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112904946244023336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112904946244023336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/10/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom_11.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112904821984080754</id><published>2005-10-11T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T12:31:58.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beck- Everybodys gotta learn sometime..</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.telenet.be/koenweerts/mp32.htm"&gt;Everybodys gotta learn sometime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112904821984080754?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112904821984080754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112904821984080754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112904821984080754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112904821984080754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/10/beck-everybodys-gotta-learn-sometime.html' title='Beck- Everybodys gotta learn sometime..'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112899686545878498</id><published>2005-10-10T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:14:25.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Knows...I love Leonard</title><content type='html'>Leonard Cohen-Everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that the dice are loaded &lt;br /&gt;Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that the war is over &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows the good guys lost &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows the fight was fixed &lt;br /&gt;The poor stay poor, the rich get rich &lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that the boat is leaking &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that the captain lied &lt;br /&gt;Everybody got this broken feeling &lt;br /&gt;Like their father or their dog just died &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody talking to their pockets &lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants a box of chocolates &lt;br /&gt;And a long stem rose &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that you love me baby &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that you really do &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that you've been faithful &lt;br /&gt;Ah give or take a night or two &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows you've been discreet &lt;br /&gt;But there were so many people you just had to meet &lt;br /&gt;Without your clothes &lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows, everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows, everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows that it's now or never &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that it's me or you &lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows that you live forever &lt;br /&gt;Ah when you've done a line or two &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows the deal is rotten &lt;br /&gt;Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton &lt;br /&gt;For your ribbons and bows &lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows that the Plague is coming &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that it's moving fast &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that the naked man and woman &lt;br /&gt;Are just a shining artifact of the past &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows the scene is dead &lt;br /&gt;But there's gonna be a meter on your bed &lt;br /&gt;That will disclose &lt;br /&gt;What everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows that you're in trouble &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows what you've been through &lt;br /&gt;From the bloody cross on top of Calvary &lt;br /&gt;To the beach of Malibu &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows it's coming apart &lt;br /&gt;Take one last look at this Sacred Heart &lt;br /&gt;Before it blows &lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows, everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh everybody knows, everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112899686545878498?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112899686545878498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112899686545878498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112899686545878498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112899686545878498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/10/everybody-knowsi-love-leonard.html' title='Everybody Knows...I love Leonard'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112871231304405745</id><published>2005-10-07T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:29:08.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>la de da.....</title><content type='html'>Okay that last post was too funny. How many people actually tried to decipher that pic? If you did..all I have to say is......You either have too much time on your hands.......OR you are obsessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So new subject, well I have decided that I would be the bigger person and send my ex's a small gift along with their christmas card...  Check it out....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flamewear.com/store/images/980101-002_b.jpg"&gt;Christmas Gift for ex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112871231304405745?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112871231304405745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112871231304405745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112871231304405745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112871231304405745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/10/la-de-da.html' title='la de da.....'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112860906553310959</id><published>2005-10-06T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:31:05.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/frinight025.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vietnammmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112860906553310959?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112860906553310959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112860906553310959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112860906553310959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112860906553310959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-morning.html' title='good morning'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112801967712980761</id><published>2005-09-29T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:05:57.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y263/nikki_mountain/frinight023.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Isnt life wonderful? Today is the first day of the rest of my life, and I have offically decided to stop romanticizing the&amp;nbsp;idea that anything with a penis&amp;nbsp;is CAPABLE of being LOYAL. That Romeo and Juliette thing..It doesnt exist. This is precisely why Shakespares works became renound, and highly regarded. He gave us all an illusion, an escape from the harsh realities in the land of LOVE. His most famous work was the most far fetched.&amp;nbsp; Wisely he omitted the REAL ending..the way&amp;nbsp;the story would have ended if it were real life.&amp;nbsp; He gave us a &amp;nbsp;dream, and unfortunately our dreams can sometimes be cruel and antagonistic. No life will not immitate art. No man is going to die for you. You'll be lucky if he can keep his eyes in his head, and his dick in his pants. If he does somehow miraculously manage to conquer both of these "tasks"&amp;nbsp;with ease and contentment, &amp;nbsp;it is almost certain he is either mentally challenged, casterated, taking a salt peter diet, or severly brain damaged. I have possibly&amp;nbsp; and I stress POSSIBLY known MAYBE "A" as in ONE as in SINGULAR male who was physically loyal, and&amp;nbsp;very close to being&amp;nbsp;emotionally loyal.&amp;nbsp; But In my 29 years on this planet I have YET to meet a man who's heart is 100% loyal. It may be&amp;nbsp;speculated that I am just unlucky in love, or I am just a horrible person, or I am an unsatisfying lover, or I am "wrong"..and some of this speculation may or may not be correct. However, I am not just referring to the men I have been intimate with I am referring to ALL men I have KNOWN. If one man could prove beyond a reasonable doubt..(I mean the only way would be if he were living like Jim Carrey&amp;nbsp;as Truman) that he were 100% faithful Well I would have to brand him the 8th wonder of the world. I contend that NO MAN is faithful.&amp;nbsp; Guys, &amp;nbsp;look up the meaning of faithful in the dictionary..before you get offended. I am guessing that there are millions of people with millions of&amp;nbsp;different interpretations on the meaning of FAITHFUL. But guess what?! The meaning&amp;nbsp;int he dictionary, is the proper meaning. The dictionary&amp;nbsp;will not&amp;nbsp;debate with you.&amp;nbsp; I challenge even one man reading this to look up the meaning, and then lay claim to 100% loyalty( his heart, and his penis) &amp;nbsp;with a woman at any point in his life for a SUBSTANTIAL ( being years not days) amount of time. Now if this should happen ( God forbid a miracle takes place) There are a few rational explanations for it. One, the guy is in denial, and is totally ignorant to who he is. Two, he is illiterate. Three he is a liar ( far stretch for most men) Four he is Jesus, or is of the belief that he is?&amp;nbsp; Every man has a cheating heart, this is my theory. Yes it is generalizing, stereotyping, and typecasting. I look at it as sort of a census type thing, a statistical approach. I mean if GOD were to show all women the factual stats of cheating men??..&amp;nbsp;Unleash the&amp;nbsp;cold war baby!! I have male friends who read my blog and guys I apologize , but the truth is ....well the truth is you guys know what the truth is!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112801967712980761?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112801967712980761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112801967712980761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112801967712980761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112801967712980761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/09/isnt-life-wonderful-today-is-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112776732673579720</id><published>2005-09-26T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T16:42:06.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Zoo</title><content type='html'>Well Funny, thing happened this am..in strange relation to my recent obsession with different theories on "addictions". This morning I got up, went to Tim Hortons in zombie mode- Realized at the drive thru that I had forgotten my purse. I was able to dig up about $2 in change..so there I am in a predicament. I am starving, and I need a coffee...which Item do you think I purchased- the coffee or the muffin??????? LOL..... THE COFFEE ofcourse!!!! Ide rather feed my caffine addiction than eat!!!! Thats sickening!!! Also about an hour later while on complete auto pilot was on my way to the store, a store which is in the same plaza as a Tim Hortons...and went into the Tim Hortons instead accidently!!! My brain is programmed to go to Tim Hortons???????!! Everyone says they put "something" in the Tim Hortons coffee...well they do....caffeeine and its just one of many overlooked addictions most of us SHARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112776732673579720?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112776732673579720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112776732673579720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112776732673579720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112776732673579720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/09/zombie-zoo.html' title='Zombie Zoo'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112752966475454853</id><published>2005-09-23T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:43:02.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphors are all around us....</title><content type='html'>"Life Is But A Dream Deciphering the Experiences of Waking Life"&lt;br /&gt;-Tianna Galgano&lt;br /&gt;"Decipher Your Dreams; Decipher Your Life"&lt;br /&gt;This is an amazing book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112752966475454853?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112752966475454853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112752966475454853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112752966475454853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112752966475454853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/09/metaphors-are-all-around-us.html' title='Metaphors are all around us....'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112741685887835321</id><published>2005-09-22T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:27:25.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphorically Speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/piccccccccccczzz.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/piccccccccccczzz.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metaphors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linear scales are paths&lt;br /&gt;Emotion is motion&lt;br /&gt;Logic is gravity&lt;br /&gt;Theories are beings with life cycles&lt;br /&gt;Change is motion&lt;br /&gt;Change of state is change of direction&lt;br /&gt;Logical relations are casual relations&lt;br /&gt;Action is self propelled motion&lt;br /&gt;Emotional stability is contact with the ground&lt;br /&gt;Disparity is change&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is a substance&lt;br /&gt;Casual precedence is temporal precedence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112741685887835321?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112741685887835321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112741685887835321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112741685887835321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112741685887835321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/09/metaphorically-speaking.html' title='Metaphorically Speaking'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112732360391871926</id><published>2005-09-21T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:26:43.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasentville</title><content type='html'>JUST LOVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Wheres John Lennon when you need him????? Oh thats right he was killed because he wanted WORLD PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Repeat after me.....LOVE AND PEACE.....LOVE AND PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!I'm assuming I was born in the wrong generation, cause this one sucks!!!!!!!This rat race is a big vortex that is constantly pulling at you trying to suck you into corruption.  No one values what is important anymore. I even find myself so easily swayed, and its sickening. Where have all of the good people gone??? They're all in the botomless pit of GREED!!! Thats it im moving to the country, and im going to be poor and just sit around all day picking food from my garden, making homade wine and homeade paper and paint! Im going to live in my pretty little sanctuary and pretned im in Pleasentville, and live in denial. Pretending the world is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112732360391871926?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112732360391871926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112732360391871926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112732360391871926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112732360391871926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/09/pleasentville.html' title='Pleasentville'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112723109540294644</id><published>2005-09-20T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:44:55.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David Ames</title><content type='html'>Whats the answer to 99 out of 100 questions???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112723109540294644?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112723109540294644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112723109540294644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112723109540294644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112723109540294644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/09/david-ames.html' title='David Ames'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112605111312479475</id><published>2005-09-06T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:49:28.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Break Your Addiction to a Person</title><content type='html'>Last night I rambled on about addictions.....well It got me thinking. So I went out and bought this book titled "How to break your addiction to a person" By Howard M, Halpern.. Very interesting indeed. This book covers everything from the chemical reactions that are triggered in our brains from certain stimuli to societial views, etc. Its very interesting understanding that we are creatures of habit, and the chemicals in our brains play an enormous role in our evey day decision making, and thought process....I am beginning to feel like a robot and now finally understand why my ex boyfriend mocked life, love, and religion, and was of the strong belief that we are all puppets. Science takes the romance out of life. Science creates the cynic. I suppose ignorance really is bliss. Is it possible to become addicted to a person?? Hmm....sounding eeriely familiar. Throw science, some amazing sex, a huge ego and a little bit of O.C.D in a blender, and see what you get! Its really hard to accept any addiction especially to another person! Deny, deny, deny!!!! It can't be!!!! No way not ME!!! Well I am going to read this wonderful book this evening in an effort to validate my denial!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112605111312479475?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112605111312479475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112605111312479475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112605111312479475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112605111312479475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-to-break-your-addiction-to-person.html' title='How to Break Your Addiction to a Person'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112596463303125548</id><published>2005-09-05T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:20:03.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/marilyn-monroe-008-img.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/marilyn-monroe-008-img.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomatter how cliche, and unorigional it may be....I will always love looking at Marilyn Monroe. She was beauty at its best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112596463303125548?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112596463303125548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112596463303125548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112596463303125548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112596463303125548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/09/nomatter-how-cliche-and-unorigional-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112579191377697085</id><published>2005-09-03T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:58:33.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/bright.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/bright.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was an absolute blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112579191377697085?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112579191377697085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112579191377697085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112579191377697085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112579191377697085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-night-was-absolute-blast_03.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112558897554196119</id><published>2005-09-01T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:34:59.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a beautiful day......dont let it get away.....</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been somewhat neglegent in my posting lately. So I thought I would drop a few lines this am. These blogs are highly narcissistic ( and I am not looking up the spelling on that one) Who in the hell do us bloggers think we are to actually assume anyone gives a shit about our lives??? Anyway, let me bask in my arrogance for just a moment. Humor me.  So whats on my mind?? Well I have been asking myself for a long time "what do I want"??? The million dollar question. How is it that I expect to get what I want when I dont even know what exactly that is? Okay everyone says " I just want to be happy" How repulsively cliche. What the hell is happiness?? Happiness is a matter of perception. Whenever someone asks me "what is happiness to you?" I have caught myself replying with the same cliche lines as the next guy. But look deeper for a moment. Take some time to sit there in the dark, in the quiet, be still and think about it. WHAT DO I WANT?!!!! When you have figured out the answer, move on to the next question "HOW DO I GET IT" when you figure that out...move on to question number three, "HOW DO I KEEP IT"? And after all of this is done and your sitting there with all that you thought you wanted ( if you dare be so lucky) ...then comes question number four "NOW THAT I HAVE WHAT I WANT DO I STILL WANT IT???? For me the answer would inevitably be "NO" I mean I am never satisfied..is anyone? What fun would life be if we had all that we wanted?? Where would our dreams then be? The best part about life is what we imagine it could be. The greatest gift we were given was imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a big fat joke, Im telling you. God must have no time to do anything but laugh..  The only thing we need to do is learn to be good. I know, easier said then done and im living proof..however, at the end of the journey the only thing you take and the only thing you will leave behind is your integrity. And how ironic?? Don't we all know just too well, how utterly challenging it is to live this life resisting the temptations that compromise our integrity? My conclusion,  He who reaches his last day with his integrity intact has beaten the world at its own game..now that's success....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112558897554196119?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112558897554196119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112558897554196119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112558897554196119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112558897554196119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-beautiful-daydont-let-it-get-away.html' title='Its a beautiful day......dont let it get away.....'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112538504656444703</id><published>2005-08-30T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T02:57:26.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/DSC05785.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/DSC05785.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellllloo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112538504656444703?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112538504656444703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112538504656444703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112538504656444703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112538504656444703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/hellllloo.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112473312921214003</id><published>2005-08-22T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:52:09.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/Poster_15722.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/Poster_15722.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the BEST movie I have seen in a looooong time!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112473312921214003?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112473312921214003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112473312921214003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112473312921214003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112473312921214003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-best-movie-i-have-seen-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112473303844848125</id><published>2005-08-22T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:50:38.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/sincitybest.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/sincitybest.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clive Owen Is such a doll!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112473303844848125?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112473303844848125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112473303844848125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112473303844848125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112473303844848125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/clive-owen-is-such-doll.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112421271649532482</id><published>2005-08-16T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:18:36.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/untitlednikki.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/untitlednikki.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine redid the color in this pic using an apple photo program. I think I want a mac....lol  Cool color!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112421271649532482?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112421271649532482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112421271649532482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112421271649532482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112421271649532482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/friend-of-mine-redid-color-in-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112389681526399454</id><published>2005-08-12T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T21:33:35.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/Anesthesiagroup12.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/Anesthesiagroup12.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My surgery is done!!! what a day...nothing like a morphine buzz...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112389681526399454?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112389681526399454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112389681526399454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112389681526399454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112389681526399454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-surgery-is-done-what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112355433275316504</id><published>2005-08-08T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:25:32.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/DSC05735a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/DSC05735a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeeeeee a little narcissistic today??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112355433275316504?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112355433275316504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112355433275316504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112355433275316504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112355433275316504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/meeeeeee-little-narcissistic-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112346313496696308</id><published>2005-08-07T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:05:34.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/DSC0569412aa6.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/DSC0569412aa6.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112346313496696308?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112346313496696308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112346313496696308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112346313496696308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112346313496696308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/meeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112346286350799387</id><published>2005-08-07T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:01:03.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/DSC05676.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/DSC05676.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112346286350799387?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112346286350799387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112346286350799387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112346286350799387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112346286350799387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-little-man.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112338360598245430</id><published>2005-08-06T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:00:05.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/owen%20prints.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/owen%20prints.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little guys feet cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112338360598245430?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112338360598245430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112338360598245430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112338360598245430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112338360598245430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/little-guys-feet-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112338351850428908</id><published>2005-08-06T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:58:38.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/owen%20prints2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/owen%20prints2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owens footprints&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112338351850428908?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112338351850428908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112338351850428908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112338351850428908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112338351850428908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/owens-footprints.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112338336735964765</id><published>2005-08-06T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:56:07.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/640/DSC05707r.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/DSC05707r.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me at the beach!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112338336735964765?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112338336735964765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112338336735964765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112338336735964765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112338336735964765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-at-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112324954199416087</id><published>2005-08-05T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:00:37.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Using photoshop to map out paintings</title><content type='html'>I use photoshop as a brainstorming tool for paintings. This program can be a curse..or a blessing. It somewhat takes the "romance" out of the traditional way of painting abstract peices. Creating digital art is definately the lazy mans opera.  Nevertheless, it has proven to be a much more diabolical approach. Not sure if any of these concoctions are worth bringing to canvas??????? By the way this site "fotoflix" I used to present this slide is amazing. You get 10 mb of FREE space, and can add music in mp3 format. Also, if you want it posted on your blog they do it for you! No messing around with html codes, or copying and pasting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112324954199416087?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112324954199416087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112324954199416087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112324954199416087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112324954199416087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/08/using-photoshop-to-map-out-paintings.html' title='Using photoshop to map out paintings'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-112282964683822640</id><published>2005-07-31T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T13:07:26.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes to live by</title><content type='html'>"You can have power over people as long as you don't take everything away from them. But when you've robbed a man of everything, he's no longer in your power."&lt;br /&gt;-ALEKSANDR I. SOLZHENITSYN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these."&lt;br /&gt;-GEORGE WASHINGTON CARVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The person that loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping."&lt;br /&gt;-IZAAK WALTON &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Indifference is the strongest force in the universe. It makes everything it touches meaningless. Love and hate don't stand a chance against it." &lt;br /&gt;-JOAN VINGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning."&lt;br /&gt;-IVY BAKER PRIEST&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"No one, Eleanor Roosevelt said, can make you feel inferior without your consent. Never give it."&lt;br /&gt;-MARIAN WRIGHT EDELMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Truth is generally the best vindication against slander."&lt;br /&gt;-ABRAHAM LINCOLN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do."&lt;br /&gt;-ELEANOR ROOSEVELT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will."&lt;br /&gt;-FREDERICK DOUGLASS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No question is so difficult to answer as that to which the answer is obvious."&lt;br /&gt;-GEORGE BERNARD SHAW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A person cannot approach the divine by reaching beyond the human. To become human, is what this individual person, has been created for."&lt;br /&gt;-MARTIN BUBER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not the possession of truth, but the success which attends the seeking after it, that enriches the seeker and brings happiness to him."&lt;br /&gt;-WILL DURANT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-112282964683822640?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/112282964683822640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=112282964683822640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112282964683822640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/112282964683822640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/07/quotes-to-live-by.html' title='Quotes to live by'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11558410.post-111869190839666948</id><published>2005-06-13T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:53:27.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my daily prayer....This is why I love Leonard Cohen, for this very poem which I have read and found solace in durng my darkest hours.-</title><content type='html'>" BLESSED ARE YOU WHO, among the numberless swept away in terror, permitted a few to suffer carefully. Who put a curtain over a house so that few could lower their eyes. Blessed be Ishamel, who taught us how to cover ourselves. Blessed are you who dressed the shivering spirit in a skin. Who made a fence of changing stars around your wisdom. Blessed be the teacher of my heart, on his throne of patience. Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with firey swords, and heaven and earth with a word. Who, in the terrible inferno, sheltered understanding, and keeps her still, beautiful and deeply concealed. Blessed are you who sweetens the longing between us. BLESSED BE YOU WHO BINDS THE ARM TO THE HEART, AND THE WILL TO THE WILL. Who has written a name on a gate that she might find it, and come into my room. Who defends a heart with strangerhood. Blessed are you who sealed a house with weeping. Blessed be Ishamel for all time, who covered his face with the wilderness, and came to you in darkness. Blessed be the covenant of love between what is hidden and what is revealed. I was like one who had never been caressed, when you touched me from a place in your name, and dressed the wound of ignorance with mercy. Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night." Leonard Cohen- Book Of Mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11558410-111869190839666948?l=nikkimountain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/feeds/111869190839666948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11558410&amp;postID=111869190839666948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/111869190839666948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11558410/posts/default/111869190839666948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkimountain.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-my-daily-prayerthis-is-why-i.html' title='This is my daily prayer....This is why I love Leonard Cohen, for this very poem which I have read and found solace in durng my darkest hours.-'/><author><name>nikkimountain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/4217/320/msnred5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
