<?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-5004840</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:11:26.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yarbo.</title><subtitle type='html'>they were cooones.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-115622792316603613</id><published>2006-08-21T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:25:23.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update before sleep.</title><summary type='text'>Hi.Okay. Here we go:I still suck at keeping in touch. I am sorry!I saw The Walkmen back in June, and they fucking ROCKED.I still love my job, but it's keeping me insanely busy these days. I am apartment hunting. I have 4 cats now.I never spend any time at home because I hate my house, and I hate being here.I love Battlestar Galactica. It is the best show ever.I love Scrubs. It is the best show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/115622792316603613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=115622792316603613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/115622792316603613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/115622792316603613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2006/08/quick-update-before-sleep.html' title='quick update before sleep.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-115001077420085964</id><published>2006-06-11T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:26:14.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, how's it goin'? are you flowin'?</title><summary type='text'>To anyone who actually checks this blog for updates: sorry.I haven't been properly internetting in the past few months. I never email when I should. I never blog when I should, and I never read blogs anymore. I will login to myspace (fuck off, myspace) - but only when an email alerts me to a new comment or message or something. I am going to try to get better about keeping in touch, damnit. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/115001077420085964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=115001077420085964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/115001077420085964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/115001077420085964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-hows-it-goin-are-you-flowin.html' title='hey, how&apos;s it goin&apos;? are you flowin&apos;?'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-113834405040460160</id><published>2006-01-26T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:40:50.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fundamentalist bears and the radical bear agenda.</title><summary type='text'>i love the colbert report.it's been a long time. sorry. i've been busy. i've been leaving the house. i have also been suffering from some sort of crazy hormonal shit. this puts me in sporadic bad moods, gives me dry skin, bad hair days and results in trips to the doctor and a couple of ultrasounds. fun.anyway, hooray for anniversaries of bad things that happened 11 years ago. jesus. 11 years. i'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/113834405040460160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=113834405040460160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113834405040460160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113834405040460160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2006/01/fundamentalist-bears-and-radical-bear.html' title='fundamentalist bears and the radical bear agenda.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-113282703683671975</id><published>2005-11-24T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T03:10:36.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what was i supposed to say about re-generating heads?</title><summary type='text'>April will know. :POKAY. So, I was thinking I'd try to post when I was not in a horrible mood. This is hard, because when I sit down to blog, I sit down to THINK. And we all know what happens when I do that.But, I can fend off the bitterness for a few paragraphs by talking about my new action figure. Yes, I have an action figure. A JAYNE action figure. April gave it to me, and it's probably the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/113282703683671975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=113282703683671975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113282703683671975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113282703683671975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-was-i-supposed-to-say-about-re.html' title='what was i supposed to say about re-generating heads?'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-113221300944755331</id><published>2005-11-17T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:45:01.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this isn't me, it's just a joke. all this breathing makes me choke.</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I'm listening to sad and wussy song. Hey, it's not *my* fault that most good songs are sad songs.I'm up too late again. And my fucking arm hurts from the flu shot I got yesterday. I have a ginormous bruise. Is that supposed to happen? I have no idea. This is my first flu shot.Oh. The other night, I saw Demetri Martin on The Daily Show. That made me giddy. He is so great.Did I mention that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/113221300944755331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=113221300944755331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113221300944755331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113221300944755331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-isnt-me-its-just-joke-all-this_17.html' title='this isn&apos;t me, it&apos;s just a joke. all this breathing makes me choke.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-113191470255181534</id><published>2005-11-13T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:45:02.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm trying to find something to do.. other than clean my house.</title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure how i missed this one, but I find it fascinating. Yes, I am a huge nerd.I just finished watching Heat for the bazillionth time. I love that movie. I do not love watching it on TNT, though. The Perfect Storm is on right now. I've never seen it, but I don't think I want to be stuck here until 4pm. I do kind of have a thing for John C. Reilly, though... and I might have a small thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/113191470255181534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=113191470255181534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113191470255181534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113191470255181534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-trying-to-find-something-to-do.html' title='i&apos;m trying to find something to do.. other than clean my house.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-113187626563524215</id><published>2005-11-13T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T03:10:07.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if time is my vessel, then learning to love might be my way back to sea</title><summary type='text'>i'm kind of sort of drunk right now. yet, i thought blogging would be a FINE idea. i'm obviously too bored for my own good. i'm really entertained right now by my typing abilities. i'm pretty fucking awesome.here's the thing. i was drunk LAST night, too. i must be bored. it's not like i planned on it. i just decided to have one drink.. and then bam. i've had 3 or 4 and i'm blogging.i woke up this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/113187626563524215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=113187626563524215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113187626563524215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113187626563524215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-time-is-my-vessel-then-learning-to.html' title='if time is my vessel, then learning to love might be my way back to sea'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-113090988107123791</id><published>2005-11-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:41:47.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dry or wet ice, they both melt and you're equally cheated.</title><summary type='text'>i'm sitting here in my pajamas, hating everything.i hate beer. i hate cigarettes. i hate tv, i hate my house, i hate the internet. yes, even the internet. i was without internet access for a day and a half. i was twitchy, but now that i have it back.. i'm not sure why i cared so much. i'm not going to check my email, because i never do. why not? i don't know. i check my email about as often as i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/113090988107123791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=113090988107123791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113090988107123791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/113090988107123791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/11/dry-or-wet-ice-they-both-melt-and.html' title='dry or wet ice, they both melt and you&apos;re equally cheated.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-112998292861161214</id><published>2005-10-22T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T05:12:43.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's face it, bears are scary... and they want our honey.</title><summary type='text'>i'm up too late. even for a friday, 4:30 a.m. is too late when you're old like me. i'm watching the colbert report, and considering life's possibilities. if i am going to do something to change my life, is now the time to do it? i've been putting so many things off for so many years, i'm not sure where to start. there are a lot of things up in the air right now. a lot of uncertainties. and of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/112998292861161214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=112998292861161214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112998292861161214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112998292861161214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-face-it-bears-are-scary-and-they.html' title='let&apos;s face it, bears are scary... and they want our honey.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-112832445521238116</id><published>2005-10-02T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:27:35.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet dreams? not quite.</title><summary type='text'>I have about a thousand half-finished entries. I'll start something and then just sort of give up on it. Maybe it's too angry. Maybe it's too sad. Maybe it sounds too much like poetry. Maybe it's too boring. Maybe it makes me sound like a fifteen-year-old girl. Whatever the reasons, you guys will probably never read them. Although, I have been meaning to try new things lately. Maybe I'll start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/112832445521238116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=112832445521238116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112832445521238116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112832445521238116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/10/sweet-dreams-not-quite.html' title='sweet dreams? not quite.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-112780733637051162</id><published>2005-09-27T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T00:56:09.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my stomach hurts.</title><summary type='text'>I ate half a pb&amp;j. What a horrible error. My appetite is all over the place these days. Sometimes, I think I eat like a normal person. Other times, I'll go without food for too long, and I'll feel my body yelling at me to eat, but the thought of food makes me want to vomit. So, I seek out something boring and inoffensive. Like Ritz crackers or cottage cheese. Then there are days like today, where</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/112780733637051162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=112780733637051162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112780733637051162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112780733637051162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-stomach-hurts_27.html' title='my stomach hurts.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-112728309377000646</id><published>2005-09-20T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:17:29.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, so..</title><summary type='text'>i went to the doctor today. to get my thyroid checked. she was very thorough and asked me a million questions, and got me to bring up some things like my erratic sleeping, erratic behavior, stomach problems, anxiety, nightmares. what have you.i walked out of there with a prescription for sleeping pills and wellbutrin. i have been diagnosed with insomnia. i told her, "no, i can sleep. just not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/112728309377000646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=112728309377000646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112728309377000646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112728309377000646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-so.html' title='okay, so..'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-112720436313207385</id><published>2005-09-20T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:03:52.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckin' nightmares.</title><summary type='text'>I keep having horrible nightmares, and it's really getting old. Last night was the last straw. I won't even begin to try to describe yesterday's sleep disaster right now. Maybe later, after I can take my 3am scribblings and turn them into something that makes sense. Let's just say it involved a dead fetus, a child molester and a waffle in the shape of the star of david. yeah, i know. i'm insane, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/112720436313207385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=112720436313207385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112720436313207385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112720436313207385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuckin-nightmares.html' title='fuckin&apos; nightmares.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-112461518123561283</id><published>2005-08-21T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T02:06:21.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new shirt, new jeans, free beer.</title><summary type='text'>i bought 2 new shirts, and a new pair of jeans. then i went out with some friends.and now i'm kind of drunk, and my car is in a parking lot behind a bar. cool. this must be what college was supposed to be like.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/112461518123561283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=112461518123561283&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112461518123561283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112461518123561283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-shirt-new-jeans-free-beer.html' title='new shirt, new jeans, free beer.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-112416703667665073</id><published>2005-08-15T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:55:13.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet me in montauk.</title><summary type='text'>and like that, he's gone again.you never get used to it, you know? never.and they say i will be MORE than fine. they say this is a blessing, somehow. they say i'm young and free. but to be young and free also means to be alone. left with 6 years of memories, some betrayal and a whole lot of love, somehow. and i feel like i won't ever feel love like that again. i don't want to bother trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/112416703667665073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=112416703667665073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112416703667665073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112416703667665073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/08/meet-me-in-montauk.html' title='meet me in montauk.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-112159303261632372</id><published>2005-07-17T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T02:37:13.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the few things on this planet that can make me forget how miserable i am...</title><summary type='text'>he doesn't have a name yet. he's about 4 months old, has pale blue eyes, and loves to sleep and cuddle. if you have any suggestions, feel free to comment. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/112159303261632372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=112159303261632372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112159303261632372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/112159303261632372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-of-few-things-on-this-planet-that.html' title='one of the few things on this planet that can make me forget how miserable i am...'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-111700064789934380</id><published>2005-05-24T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:05:18.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phase 2.</title><summary type='text'>phase 1 was pretty obvious. i'm sure phase 3 will be, as well. what's phase 2? just like the underpants gnomes, i have no idea. i'm not sure if i'm in denial or awe of what's going on. these days, i just kind of move in and out of various states of.. being. i'm obviously depressed. my eating habits have changed, my sleeping patterns have changed, i'm moody, i'm exhausted, i'm achey. i expected </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/111700064789934380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=111700064789934380&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/111700064789934380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/111700064789934380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/05/phase-2.html' title='phase 2.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-111195618270804122</id><published>2005-03-27T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T13:43:02.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.</title><summary type='text'>as promised, i'm posting again while in a better mood. i don't feel GREAT, but better. i'm a little pissed at myself for sleeping in, though. and i hate sundays. and i hate my backyard. it's been overtaken by weeds. i have a weed eater, but i have no energy. i'm at least going to have to clear myself a path today, though.. if i want to hang any laundry on the line.anyway, i should really go get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/111195618270804122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=111195618270804122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/111195618270804122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/111195618270804122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/03/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-111189756485932089</id><published>2005-03-26T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T21:26:04.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, i'm still here. reluctantly.</title><summary type='text'>and right now, i feel like a wretched, undesirable shell of a woman. so what else is new?of course, i don't always feel this way. but i never feel like blogging when i'm feeling good about myself or anything else. so, get used to more of the same cranky bullshit from the same ol' me. i need a vacation. anyone out there feel like letting me crash on their couch? preferably in a city near a coast. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/111189756485932089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=111189756485932089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/111189756485932089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/111189756485932089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/03/yeah-im-still-here-reluctantly.html' title='yeah, i&apos;m still here. reluctantly.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-111017229593589459</id><published>2005-03-06T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:11:36.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so ordinary.</title><summary type='text'>i've come to realize that everything i'm feeling has been felt before. by me, by you, by someone. when you're hurting, you think that NO ONE has felt this way before. you think there's NO WAY you'll get through this one. lies. how did i come to discover this? well, let me tell you.at any given moment on any given day, i can listen any number of a large handful of songs that can very accurately </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/111017229593589459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=111017229593589459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/111017229593589459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/111017229593589459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-so-ordinary.html' title='i am so ordinary.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-110965685169781384</id><published>2005-02-28T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:00:51.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests.</title><summary type='text'>so. it's my birthday. i'm 25. it's kind of scary.i'm tired. getting over my sickness. my mom's out of the hospital, but still feeling like shit.we didn't really celebrate today, as i'm still feeling cruddy. but, i imagine there will be some eating out later in the week, and perhaps some cake. AND. today gabe got me swedish pancakes for lunch, and we had take-out from my favorite italian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/110965685169781384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=110965685169781384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110965685169781384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110965685169781384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-stepped-in-middle-of-seven-sad.html' title='i&apos;ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-110922178739110182</id><published>2005-02-23T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:09:47.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love truth but pardon error.</title><summary type='text'>bleh. i have plenty i want to talk about, but fuck, i'm tired. i've got a cold or the flu or something. shit just keeps getting crazier, and i just want a BREAK. tucson was a nice break, but it was only 2 days.when everything calms down, i swear i'll write a book or something.in the meantime, the newest development is this:last night i saw my mom have a minor seizure of sorts, and we took her to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/110922178739110182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=110922178739110182&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110922178739110182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110922178739110182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-truth-but-pardon-error.html' title='love truth but pardon error.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-110870524801289097</id><published>2005-02-17T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:40:56.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fake update.</title><summary type='text'>uh, some crazy shit happened, and then some more crazy shit happened.then after that, gabe and i bought a new (used) car. it's PiMP. (IT HAS A MOONROOF AND A CD PLAYER.)we're going to tucson tomorrow. the end.okay, there really is a whole lot more to talk about, but i feel like shit, i'm tired, and i have to wash clothes for the trip.peas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/110870524801289097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=110870524801289097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110870524801289097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110870524801289097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/02/fake-update.html' title='fake update.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-110766350310306138</id><published>2005-02-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T21:18:23.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music sucks.</title><summary type='text'>am i losing control? am i losing my soul? just tell me.. am i losing you?        audio: handsome boy modeling school - i've been thinking (featuring cat power)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/110766350310306138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=110766350310306138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110766350310306138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110766350310306138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/02/music-sucks.html' title='music sucks.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-110697384010559329</id><published>2005-01-28T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:44:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so bored...</title><summary type='text'>that i'm blogging about how fucking bored i am.i'm so bored that i took a shower and put on makeup. just to kill time, and "feel pretty." and no, i have no plans to paint the town red. if i did, i'd be wearing underwear right now.so that's it. i'm drinking, i'm smoking, i'm fucking BLOGGING on a friday night. fuck it, i'm out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/110697384010559329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=110697384010559329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110697384010559329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110697384010559329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-so-bored.html' title='i&apos;m so bored...'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-110685001767637898</id><published>2005-01-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T12:02:16.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EDIT.</title><summary type='text'>i was going to delete this post almost as soon as i wrote it. but, it got an amusing comment, so instead, i am EDITING FOR CLARITY.nothing to see here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/110685001767637898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=110685001767637898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110685001767637898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110685001767637898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/01/edit.html' title='EDIT.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-110611687033172010</id><published>2005-01-18T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:41:10.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck fuckity fuck fuck.</title><summary type='text'>a whole bunch of other shit (sort of) has happened since my last post.okay, maybe not. but it feels like it. the icing on the cake: the theft of my debit card, the loss of 265 bucks. but, don't fret, i'm getting it all back. anyway, i was just tired of looking at my most recent post, so i thought i'd give it another go. unfortunately, i'm tired and feeling very.. negative. i have no concrete </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/110611687033172010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=110611687033172010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110611687033172010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110611687033172010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/01/fuck-fuckity-fuck-fuck.html' title='fuck fuckity fuck fuck.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-110526756582563697</id><published>2005-01-08T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T03:46:05.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unsure about everything in this new year.</title><summary type='text'>i'm a little buzzed right now, so hang on, y'all.so what's happened since I last blogged...my mom's car got stolen, and recovered.. with over $1500 in damage, and all the christmas presents stolen from the trunk. my sister is getting divorced, and has a new boyfriend in portland, oregon. some jackass in a bmw suv hit my car in a parking lot, and refuses to take responsibility. now, my trunk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/110526756582563697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=110526756582563697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110526756582563697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110526756582563697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2005/01/unsure-about-everything-in-this-new.html' title='unsure about everything in this new year.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-110186866771994949</id><published>2004-11-30T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:41:25.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ncis is on again.</title><summary type='text'>hi. in case any of you were wondering, that episode of ncis i watched last week was pretty good. i came in half way through this one, though. i have no idea what's going on. but mark harmon is cool, and so far, this chick with the pigtails has yet to annoy me. but give her time.scrubs isn't on tonight. this makes me sad. i hope it makes you sad, too. i'm going to publish this post now. for some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/110186866771994949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=110186866771994949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110186866771994949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110186866771994949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2004/11/ncis-is-on-again.html' title='ncis is on again.'/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-110118163438431514</id><published>2004-11-22T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:47:14.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, this is where my shit might end up for a while. i've had this blog for a long time, but never really  used it. well, never really told anyone about it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/110118163438431514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=110118163438431514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110118163438431514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/110118163438431514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-this-is-where-my-shit-might-end-up.html' title=''/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-106124912482762996</id><published>2003-08-18T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T16:25:24.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's not enough time in the day to gather up those crumbled thoughts and take a closer look. her fingers are shredded and throbbing from all this digging, and that dirt will not wash away from her fingernails.and she is weary.sliding backwards into herself, she whispers those things you'll never hear. this moment never lasts as long as the next one. or is this the last one? and she's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/106124912482762996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=106124912482762996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/106124912482762996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/106124912482762996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2003/08/theres-not-enough-time-in-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-94806580</id><published>2003-05-23T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T16:32:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are a few too many fragments of events, ideas and people drifting inside this gray and tattered puzzle.  these pieces constantly collide, changing and challenging the other's form and direction. this ensures most of these pieces will never fit. this composition will never resemble the picture on the box. it's a frightening concept. this vs. that. you vs. them. now vs. later. here vs. there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/94806580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=94806580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/94806580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/94806580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2003/05/there-are-few-too-many-fragments-of.html' title=''/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-94414334</id><published>2003-05-15T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T15:15:48.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well well well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/94414334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=94414334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/94414334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/94414334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2003/05/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-90608222</id><published>2003-03-12T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T14:15:36.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just wondering if there's a way I can make the Sun my home page.  I don'tlive in Yuma anymore, but I like to keep up with what's going on.Thanks,Jane DoeSomewhere, MO</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/90608222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=90608222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/90608222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/90608222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2003/03/just-wondering-if-theres-way-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004840.post-88275215</id><published>2003-01-30T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T16:39:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hrm. so. what's up? there's nothing here, and i don't really have any plans thus far. i just wanted another place to put things.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/feeds/88275215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004840&amp;postID=88275215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/88275215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004840/posts/default/88275215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yarbo.blogspot.com/2003/01/hrm.html' title=''/><author><name>aja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09739444365746654049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
