tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16843394257008911072024-03-14T06:37:08.346-04:00The Life Or Times Of DerekLife or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-60544456910755006542022-09-10T19:30:00.003-04:002022-09-10T19:30:52.213-04:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Why are you minding me?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsXoV8_y63xqLq8qIhLNsv6Ck2T-Xw5RlG-XaCMXOf5cz9ZgWnkoQf1EAg_4tBCZpe1-GfbLSgDl8sSF9FkoBilAHU4YonE3EBdmaUkJb78BFq8rUSTYrREfzfHf6vvx8sdXvc9Ebn1e8f4dD43X88zaHeWJ9DC23oziRs_Xn8U8QAH2Y43RFVOfnyQ/s300/gitgud.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="299" data-original-width="300" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsXoV8_y63xqLq8qIhLNsv6Ck2T-Xw5RlG-XaCMXOf5cz9ZgWnkoQf1EAg_4tBCZpe1-GfbLSgDl8sSF9FkoBilAHU4YonE3EBdmaUkJb78BFq8rUSTYrREfzfHf6vvx8sdXvc9Ebn1e8f4dD43X88zaHeWJ9DC23oziRs_Xn8U8QAH2Y43RFVOfnyQ/s1600/gitgud.png" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-73714297254058795182021-07-05T22:10:00.004-04:002021-07-05T22:10:38.712-04:00<p> Again, don't mind me</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_16lgvVt4x26SrgfyPlLxfP2jbHeihuJ76y54WcbmQEC6kRHDxV5N_YMUAV1OBj30CacYbDlTmpZazQRmDGUk05p4oQmt-5FoSn1vbSteEvO3i6KWkrCGU5DrtkV_OjUfnNoJZVtTs0P1/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="1866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_16lgvVt4x26SrgfyPlLxfP2jbHeihuJ76y54WcbmQEC6kRHDxV5N_YMUAV1OBj30CacYbDlTmpZazQRmDGUk05p4oQmt-5FoSn1vbSteEvO3i6KWkrCGU5DrtkV_OjUfnNoJZVtTs0P1/s16000/KSeagerSwing.png" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p><div id="fpCE_version" style="display: none;">10.1.1</div>Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-3150136711664813292019-09-02T19:52:00.002-04:002019-09-02T21:30:48.712-04:00Just some stuff<br />
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<br />Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-5132989447125933962019-02-16T01:38:00.003-05:002019-02-16T01:39:57.332-05:00Huh?What the fuck are you doing here?<br />
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WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!<br />
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Like, don't ask me what I'm going to talk about. As of right now, I have no idea. </div>
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Spotify, maybe?</div>
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Recently, Spotify generated my 2018 Year in review playlist of all my <a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1EjsMRf6CBTWIG">Top 2018 Songs</a>. And, the reception from Twitter a few friendly twitter followers was...critical. </div>
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Second, I realized that I probably use Spotify different than most. I figure that for people who use Spotify, it's their primary music player. They can listen to it in their car, at home, on the go, at work, etc. So, their playlist will be filled with their favorite songs, from today's top 30 lists, or whatever.</div>
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Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-43345061988705532102017-02-27T19:08:00.001-05:002017-02-27T19:08:34.330-05:00More stuff<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqoE0fVnH-1jJoqe6y1p0jH76TBbQIrwwrl9-476v-Jvu33d9k9-XYiHzj5wJ_QgTfxD7kOLQkf0nVr2sWsJu5XYMwjeUoPe2Qwky4HQr17XiNpOC_TWd56zK_JtQDECObkwGKE6mhuTi/s1600/PS_WASR.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqoE0fVnH-1jJoqe6y1p0jH76TBbQIrwwrl9-476v-Jvu33d9k9-XYiHzj5wJ_QgTfxD7kOLQkf0nVr2sWsJu5XYMwjeUoPe2Qwky4HQr17XiNpOC_TWd56zK_JtQDECObkwGKE6mhuTi/s320/PS_WASR.png" width="320" /></a>Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-23645833610584796392017-01-27T23:02:00.001-05:002017-01-27T23:02:50.850-05:00What? Me...?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3kX4tRNRftLKpRob_rPNNPW8pkQndSpGstYrCVWXiECqqU8oKhRyLkWlwFO-JQoNawxDW1a5V8Oqw2TT5d8XPqtLq7UIJ27YWEOEpaBy3OpcEqJTXw36Livq8kx07Uic9fjnFacLFtvrn/s1600/nes_profile.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3kX4tRNRftLKpRob_rPNNPW8pkQndSpGstYrCVWXiECqqU8oKhRyLkWlwFO-JQoNawxDW1a5V8Oqw2TT5d8XPqtLq7UIJ27YWEOEpaBy3OpcEqJTXw36Livq8kx07Uic9fjnFacLFtvrn/s320/nes_profile.png" width="320" /></a>Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-35657086774911482812016-08-27T04:55:00.002-04:002016-08-27T04:55:16.557-04:00Don't Mind Me...again....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWFrIa9vjwY0p9i8OXF3t32TD48Njc367aa8v-djGcSMIu5fkA_6FvH3vzgAgtazimC_-0QUps-U2p4xYYW6KE85mzEg9Ec6ReqWeBxHtMgULaPF4OIz2E7becT0IIlWUio3HM0QNPsMj/s1600/Anonymous-Nobody_I95.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWFrIa9vjwY0p9i8OXF3t32TD48Njc367aa8v-djGcSMIu5fkA_6FvH3vzgAgtazimC_-0QUps-U2p4xYYW6KE85mzEg9Ec6ReqWeBxHtMgULaPF4OIz2E7becT0IIlWUio3HM0QNPsMj/s400/Anonymous-Nobody_I95.jpg" /></a>Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-54235557647912123312014-09-14T23:47:00.002-04:002014-09-14T23:47:23.844-04:00"Don't mind the post...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-30059941002534453672012-04-20T01:37:00.001-04:002012-09-19T02:30:14.129-04:00Today...was a "I suck at life" day.So, you don't have to read my entire blog to know that I fucking suck at getting women.<br />
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OK, maybe I don't mention it. But I'm mentioning it now, so now you fucking know.<br />
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Sorry, just a little testee.<br />
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It all started at Bolocolocolocolocolocoloco (or 'Boloco", for the less illiterate). I was getting out of my car and saw this really cute cutie (yep, that cute). Now, I see cuties, beauties and pretty women all the time, but I'm never in a position to just walk up and say "hi" without making it really awkward. And I don't do awkward. So, I usually just go on with my day.<br />
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Well, without getting into the complete details, we shared a laugh as we were walking into the store. Furthermore, because of the timing, we were next to each other in line. Do you really see what's about to (or NOT about to) happen? Do you really not know me that much?<br />
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It was a particularly long line as well, so what did I do? (or didn't do...really, still no idea what's about to happen...or NOT happen?)<br />
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I didn't speak. I didn't say anything. We chared one or two glances in line and as we were waiting to get our food. But I didn't say a god damn word. But that's not the worse. (Yes, it gets worse).<br />
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It wasn't so much that I <i>couldn't</i> say something, I made a conscientious <i>decision</i> NOT to talk to her. Like, I had openings to say something. Ask her if she went to Boloco often? Tell her how much I love Boloco (I do). Ask her if she had favorites? Fuck, anything. It was all there. BTW, did I mention how cute she was?!?! And I thought up every single reason why she would reject me, why we wouldn't work, why she was probably already in a relation. Oh yeah, did I mention I <i>knew absolutely nothing about her</i>?!?! At no point did I think "maybe you'll be really funny. Maybe you'll have something in common. Maybe, not only would something bad not happen, something good might happen." Nope, never entered my brain. But, now, I can't stop thinking about the opportunity I completely missed.<br />
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I mean, I'm not saying we would live happily ever after. In all honesty, I think the best that would have happen was a nice 5 minute conversation, then we would part ways. The worse, I say something, she gives me a quick answer and ignores me. But, just because I didn't try, I have no idea what could have happen. Yeah, that whole "Failing is better than not trying" thing is legit. But that's not what I'm afraid of.<br />
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I'm terrified that if this situation occurs again, I would make the same mistake again. That scares me. Because, what does that say about me? I feel like shit for not trying, then when I can try again, I still don't have the guts to make a move?<br />
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I'm about to go to sleep and I just don't know what to do with myself. If I actually thought therapy would help, I would try. But, really, fuck that.<br />
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I'm just going to go to sleep and hope that I suck a little less at life tomorrow.<br />
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BTW, I'm still in love with a married woman. Ah, another post, another day.<br />
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~ Derek.Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-59172239687208748942012-03-09T00:39:00.002-05:002012-04-20T01:44:27.982-04:00So, there's nothing going on with my life......I'm only completely in love with a married woman.<br />
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Now, before you think, "What is she, like 35, 40?"<br />
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Actually, she's in her mid 20's.<br />
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I was in love with her before she was married, so it wasn't like I only knew the married her.<br />
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And before you think, "why didn't you make a move."<br />
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Oh, contraire. I actually did ask her out. Yeah, I know, surprising.<br />
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Alas, when I did, she was dating someone.<br />
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I see her everyday, so, we still talked. Yeah, she works in my building.<br />
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She did break up with that person, so I was going to go back in, make another move. I've NEVER done that before.<br />
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OK, once, with whatsherface, but that's different. Also, you probably don't know who whatsherface is. Well, I refuse to talk about her on this blog. Visit my old Xanga blog to read all that shit about the HomeTown Honey (www.xanga.com/dr_omels).<br />
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But, I was starting to get the feeling that she was nice to everyone (since, that's kinda in her job duties). But, even still, I believed we shared something.<br />
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But, I was conflicted, so I was quiet. Yes, that's the real me. Staying quiet while life passes me by. Moving on.<br />
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A month later, she was dating someone else. 6, 8, 10 months later, she was engaged. 2 months later, she was married.<br />
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Or something like that, I'm not exactly sure of the timeline.<br />
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Either way, we still talk. We still have a little jokes, are little comments, our little ol' connection, that really never went away.<br />
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Sometimes, we share a brief moment, where she flashes me a little smile, that she sometimes, tries to hide, and I think "Wow, I could see that smile for the rest of my life and live happy".<br />
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Yes, lusting after taken women or women that have refused me is sorta the essences of my core. <---I have no idea what "the essences of my core" really means, but you know what I am saying.<br />
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I have no idea what I am going to do (yes I do), but I know what I should do (but I won't) and come to grips with the fact that we will never happen (I won't).<br />
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Yeah, I am a real piece of work. Why am I even on this planet?<br />
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~ DerekLife or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-49363621499858958132012-02-13T23:40:00.000-05:002012-02-13T23:40:33.647-05:00That Sad Moment......when you realize, years after the fact, that you made a potential horrible mistake in life.<br />
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What decision am I referring to? There are plenty of things I wish I have done. Not chase Dacia after going to Temple. Ask out Cherisse. Been a little less of a bitch with Sabine (yep, most of my bad decisions deal with women and/or pussing out).<br />
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But the main decision I'm regretting: Looking for a job in Philly with much more gusto.<br />
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When I think about my life here, in Boston, the one thing I wish I had was a really good friend. Like, someone I didn't have to fake myself around. Someone I could be my bad-freestyling, terribly-eating-habit-having, corny-joke-making self. And I had that in spades in Philly after graduating.<br />
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I mean, not to disparage the people I know, hang out with (on occasion) and work with here. But, I really miss the camaraderie of my Philly friends. And I just don't have anything like that here.<br />
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And I think how that affects other things in my life. I have few friends, none that I hang out with on a regular basis and very little social life. Which makes finding women incredibly hard.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7UK_EOH6qFUqJiINBS7lc_t9gTVXRguZ1WbsPGb08dBO3PLA0izK8dGtbpPgzP1qmmgnf740Oqo2lQAPticNSwsYtx0fzYwVOSBtnWdmsTT90F5H4X_Ea5Nvi4rO9WD6iUQdfpZQdtCwe/s1600/1325521544341_circle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7UK_EOH6qFUqJiINBS7lc_t9gTVXRguZ1WbsPGb08dBO3PLA0izK8dGtbpPgzP1qmmgnf740Oqo2lQAPticNSwsYtx0fzYwVOSBtnWdmsTT90F5H4X_Ea5Nvi4rO9WD6iUQdfpZQdtCwe/s400/1325521544341_circle.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Not that I don't have any other "You're FUCKED" qualities, but this one is big.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
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</span></div>I mean, it's not that I absolutely hate living in Boston. I'm close to my family, I kinda like my job and the people I work with. But sometimes, just sometimes, I miss friends.<br />
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I'm 29 years old. It's fucking impossible to find new friends. People are getting married. Having kids. Doing real shit in life. These hypothetical people don't have time for my ass.<br />
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That's it...that's all I got...just some reflection shit...<br />
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~ DerekLife or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-54927019709217137582012-02-08T00:41:00.002-05:002012-02-08T00:41:55.102-05:002012 NFL Off-season.From <a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fsportsillustrated.cnn.com%2F2012%2Fwriters%2Fjeff_diamond%2F02%2F07%2Foffseason.roadmap%2F1.html&h=KAQEVXa2xAQF-GuGUEUWvLMEHM_3w0IeGsGxi_2uh5fiaBA">here</a>:<br />
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New England Patriots: "Team Needs: CB, DE, WR.<br />
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Their Super Bowl run proved once again that the Patriots are superbly coached by Bill Belichick and have a great QB in Tom Brady, which allowed them to overcome some personnel deficiencies. The team's biggest problem area is the secondary, where the Patriots had to use wide receiver Julian Edelman late in the season. Their No. 31-ranked pass defense is somewhat misleading, as teams had to throw on the Pats once they fell behind. But the Patriots could not match up for 60 minutes with Eli Manning and his trio of wide receivers, so look for them to draft -- or sign in free agency --corners and another pass rusher. The Pats need to re-sign or, more likely will franchise, free-agent-to-be WR Wes Welker and then add another impact wide receiver or two, while bidding farewell to Chad Ochocinco and perhaps Deion Branch."<br />
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Looking at the WR pool, *coughBrandonLloydcough*, I'm looking forward to this off-season! *coughSeeingHowImDesperatelyTryingNotToLookBackSneeze<br />
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Plus, last year's second round pick, Ras-I Dowling (who was put on IR early in the season) will be back to help out the secondary. And the Pats have two first round picks and two second round picks (which they will convert into first round picks in 2043). But, hey, they may actually use them. So, yeah, silver lining (because I got nothing else).<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">~ Derek</div>Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-83619726974745765192012-02-03T01:08:00.003-05:002012-02-03T01:10:51.632-05:00So I did Karaoke tonight...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take a guess at what song I sung:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nope...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Really? That song? Nooo...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What is this, 1985? One more guess?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wasn't that in a porno? Sounds familiar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">OK, I'll tell ya'll. It was this song:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yes, this is Pearl Jam! Yes, it was 'Black'. No, I didn't pick this song because I'm black.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yes, a part of me wanted the people to ask themselves, "Really, THIS song? But, you're...you're...you're...a ... Bostonian. Why not pick faves, like Sweet Caroline or Journey or Some other common Karaoke song?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To which I say..."exactly!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyways, I gotta say, I fucking love being on stage! I was butchering the hell out of the song and there's no possible way I sounded anything that was be considered singing (There may also be video...which I hop, never comes to the surface). But, fuck...I loved performing. I mean, like, this is what I should be doing with my life! There was a point when I wasn't on stage. I was in my bedroom, all alone, in front of my mirror, singing my ass off. And the crowd didn't even have my back. and I still enjoyed it. I can only image the feeling if the crowd was groovin' with me. Makes me wish I had some skill. Because there's no way I won't sing on stage every night! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, I can't sing. Aww....but I am kinda funny. This makes me think that I should get back into comedy. I've written so much down over the last six months, that I should be able to perform a solid 5 min set. Hell, my latest shit talked about how black people have no idea how long 5 mins is, which is kinda like how people going on diets underestimate how much they eat, so they can rationalize eating more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I sign off, here's some more music from random rap guy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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~ DerekLife or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-90741911390278631932012-01-21T01:16:00.001-05:002012-01-21T01:17:37.208-05:00Just when I start to think......why I don't get drunk, or high, or, just in general, not get fucked up, almost every night, I think, "You know what, I do have a way to get my high."<br />
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Huh?<br />
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Nevermind. Here's some awesome music...<br />
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~ DerekLife or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-88045093415618736672012-01-17T16:30:00.003-05:002012-02-01T20:34:39.955-05:00Wow...I just realized......how incredibly heavy my last post was.<br />
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Something tells me that I should delete before too many people say it.<br />
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But lets be honest, I'm talking to myself here.<br />
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So, I'm gonna allow it to stay.<br />
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(Until I hid it...)<br />
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Just gives me enough reason to create more posts to knock it off the front page. Does that even work in Blogger? I'm use to Xanga, where there were only 5 updates be page.<br />
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"Xanga? Isn't that a board game?"<br />
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~ DerekLife or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-18313614239891572862012-01-02T01:23:00.003-05:002012-01-02T01:27:24.000-05:00What do you do?What do you do when you are kinda, sorta into someone, yet...<br />
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1. You question how you two dating would, not only affect the group dynamic, but how it would affect your relationship, it general?<br />
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2. You truly think there is a better fit for them than yourself. Not really saying that you're not good enough, just given the situation, you think they need someone unlike yourself, and because you care about them so much, you want what's best for them?<br />
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3. If you are not even sure if you like them or what they represent.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1XOpeG0Jok/TwFNiBwLV8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_8vhNnFt59k/s1600/confused-guy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1XOpeG0Jok/TwFNiBwLV8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_8vhNnFt59k/s320/confused-guy.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">#Wat?</span></span> </div><br />
If you said, "Umm...I don't know...make a blog post?", you win!<br />
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~ DerekLife or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-57211750914566467542011-12-11T22:32:00.005-05:002011-12-11T22:37:31.794-05:00I wanna get back into the blogging game...I feel like I have so much to talk about.<br />
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1) I can talk about my big plans for 2012. Barbaods, a wedding (not mine), maybe going to Chicago, LA or London (completely by my Goddamn self, because that's how I roll).<br />
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2) My dating year in review. Actually, I can do that now. Meet a girl, had many great pre-date conversations, had pretty good first date, *POOF*, she disappeared, stop returning all communication from me. Talk about frustrating...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Uc980NITAZa8PQQg4mhELBa3I-l7kLFroi61DkRMtrvuq9OrMdNkS0C2MydlvZIMHFK6g7L7TbGIGVYeGNltAvbUhLZQtIQe0ZHxDHQmM6eiAEpEroz7z3LvCh_h3bYtU2To3voTybLu/s1600/EHarmonyLogo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="64" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Uc980NITAZa8PQQg4mhELBa3I-l7kLFroi61DkRMtrvuq9OrMdNkS0C2MydlvZIMHFK6g7L7TbGIGVYeGNltAvbUhLZQtIQe0ZHxDHQmM6eiAEpEroz7z3LvCh_h3bYtU2To3voTybLu/s320/EHarmonyLogo.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Should change their name to 'eFuckFuckFuckittyFuck'</span></div><br />
3) My assorted crushes and my attempts to do something about them (Long story short...comedy ensued).<br />
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4) My brief stint in comedy. From Standup, which is as hard as you think it is, to Improv, which is HARDER than you think it is.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGOzV9avrz9t7CiV6OkdDWDurXBeof_zQeFA48iOcArtvknr9Tp62JBVbUEWXLngXWG14EA74XT5tmOE6EyDDbhU5QYI0Wr3PQUJ3Qj-7hGuqRBZ1dc4rixt0VFFXeLPcVNaR6aL9Q9Ff/s1600/dane-cooksiriusbuzzcom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGOzV9avrz9t7CiV6OkdDWDurXBeof_zQeFA48iOcArtvknr9Tp62JBVbUEWXLngXWG14EA74XT5tmOE6EyDDbhU5QYI0Wr3PQUJ3Qj-7hGuqRBZ1dc4rixt0VFFXeLPcVNaR6aL9Q9Ff/s400/dane-cooksiriusbuzzcom.jpg" width="362" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">This is the only time in life I will give you credit...</span></div><br />
5) My adventures perusing Quibids, looking for deals (and getting screwed in the end...like a well paid pornstar). I can give you this advice: If you're thinking about using it, don't. Just don't...<br />
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6) Music, TV, movies...alot of good shit this year. Well, good music, great TV, and I think there was one decent movie.<br />
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7) I website I found, which is great...if you like gore, racism, 9/11 jokes and the such. Essentially, a site only for the worse in all of us. And titties...(always relevant).<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSqrE7ymP5gnVX8ZARJ3ksjzX6zfBHhWa5A_fybUlhA_3z-LynpSP07W77v_mu2JnsUXfEqoQV76hmYWTDPEUiBIXRrp3BCng4PuHW39_h-GLn79KfYmenEXSP8QaOHlD5tKuThfZTeOx/s1600/1295764662488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSqrE7ymP5gnVX8ZARJ3ksjzX6zfBHhWa5A_fybUlhA_3z-LynpSP07W77v_mu2JnsUXfEqoQV76hmYWTDPEUiBIXRrp3BCng4PuHW39_h-GLn79KfYmenEXSP8QaOHlD5tKuThfZTeOx/s400/1295764662488.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Not the worse site on the internet...just the worse that doesn't require proxies</span></div><br />
8) The state of the world. Occupations, revelations, Tea Party Nations, etc.<br />
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9) Looming in the background, a Presidential election. Which is really, really, fucking depressing, if you're paying attention (which is probably why you're not...).<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NW22HTk5KMcEDs-IfhVLpIIvsM9q_VdXh6Tu214JlyHBDQa0938gk0i8KYDlH2LpTuaWGpLpRW1Jy8-888hkxHbNcgvNxDCnz974MMlJbQ0getRE95idSgJny-lJjMW7CiMjU-DxF3Bl/s1600/romney-bachmann.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NW22HTk5KMcEDs-IfhVLpIIvsM9q_VdXh6Tu214JlyHBDQa0938gk0i8KYDlH2LpTuaWGpLpRW1Jy8-888hkxHbNcgvNxDCnz974MMlJbQ0getRE95idSgJny-lJjMW7CiMjU-DxF3Bl/s400/romney-bachmann.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Romney, ever so perfectly, made the face we all make whenever watching a GOP Debate</span></div><br />
Now, I've made this declarations before. To start blogging again, then said. "Nuts to this...I'm mobile...". The only problems is, sometimes I make a post and think, "what the hell is this crap? The Internet, which has special sites to see Guys blow transvestite dogs, is telling you to get rid of that shit."<br />
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So, will I stick to it? Probably not. Will you care? Probably not. Will I finish this sente...<br />
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~ Derek<br />
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(PS...if you're reading this...you're in for a treat. This is the only time I will tag a post with 'life' AND 'times'. This happens once a lifetime. Black Presidents happen more often...<br />
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I've been looking for these lyrics all over the net. But I could only find the <a href="http://www.urbanlyrics.com/lyrics/kendrick-lamar/vanityslavept2.html">lyrics</a> to the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3XPFEOJw4E">Remix with Gucci</a>.<br />
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So, fuck it...I did it myself:<br />
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Sometimes I wanna leave, sometimes I wanna cry<br />
sometimes I hate to bear the truth,<br />
sometimes I wanna lie<br />
sometimes I wanna school the youth<br />
sometimes I wanna ride<br />
sometimes I wanna not think<br />
sometimes I wanna vibe<br />
Sometimes I wanna bump Tribe and zone out, this song 'bout a young boy<br />
that's gone wild inside, where my world collide<br />
With your world, where your girl and your kids resides<br />
We killed the facade, we feel free to fly<br />
With bird that reserve in the charmisatic sky<br />
I care about my pride too much<br />
If my clothes is new<br />
If my ride is plush<br />
If my hair is cut<br />
If my diamonds is crush<br />
I look in the mirror, "I'm trendy enough?"<br />
Wrong<br />
Insecurity roams the black community homes<br />
where kids must have jewelry<br />
The high school females need earrings in detail<br />
So she can be cool to be, amongst popularity<br />
The various name brands, that reach the price scan<br />
It's not about the right price, but more like the right scam<br />
To rule us all, confuse us all<br />
Hit the bank within five minutes, then withdraw<br />
Now, let's draw, the picture of a rapper with a chain<br />
and a Range that is not paid for<br />
My cousin from the South, said he just bought him a house<br />
That lives around his neck like a white collar<br />
So, I fast forward, then I rewind<br />
the time machine can help me double back to Slavery times<br />
Picking cotton from a field that a white man own,<br />
the blacker you are, farther from the white man home<br />
Negro spiritual songs, gave us some type of sanity<br />
Before your vanity, they parted our families<br />
They put us in 100 degree shade and outside we bathed<br />
The more we were afraid, the more they made rules<br />
To trap our minds in the cage, our freedom was so vague, <br />
Couldn't see it with the eyes of Tracee Ross, ugh.<br />
And school was exempted, see, we couldn't have smarts<br />
and a smirk would get you hurt, wounded first, from a scar<br />
400 years of nothing, 400 years of suffering, 400 years of tears,<br />
and tribulations, miseducation, see what we facing is now coming,<br />
back to the roots<br />
Remember whips on our back and if we would run, they would shoot?<br />
Called us niggers and figured that we never live and pursuit<br />
Of happiness, we captured these feelings in things that we do<br />
Thought this (?) and slavery, but we made it come to<br />
About our perspective, my shoe selecetion gotta be Louie<br />
Her handbag gotta be Gucci, <br />
It's fake and she fooled me<br />
She still bad, though<br />
And her fake Gucci ain't that bad, though.<br />
We fillin' up the gas for Rollies,<br />
Upgrade to 26s after riding Kobes<br />
My cousin from the South, slavery started in the South<br />
And I bet cha<br />
He overcompensates for the life of his ancestors<br />
So blame in on the 400 years we never saw<br />
The reason why the next 400, we gotta floss<br />
Slaves...Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-3684902972152656402011-08-03T15:19:00.000-04:002011-08-03T15:19:28.243-04:00Great news!I didn't lose control of this blog. I forgot it was under my old hotmail email and not my old gmail email...<br />
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Either way, I'm happy it's back!Life or Times of Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-26989553841349080482011-01-26T19:07:00.025-05:002011-01-27T01:35:37.721-05:00Top 15<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" >1) Mila Kunis<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDZUN4S5zlyo7mc1e7RXoUWwlFm0U9m-NtIAZExuAJgbKSutgQaxbbuwkXIcRwjiQWEjSf3Z4uTsFK9DJdxipLe8jevmYnYBhT-7HWpYJbantYjm3e8x2b_tnwpMgy5yvvktxOfeRnX8d/s1600/mila-kunis-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDZUN4S5zlyo7mc1e7RXoUWwlFm0U9m-NtIAZExuAJgbKSutgQaxbbuwkXIcRwjiQWEjSf3Z4uTsFK9DJdxipLe8jevmYnYBhT-7HWpYJbantYjm3e8x2b_tnwpMgy5yvvktxOfeRnX8d/s400/mila-kunis-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566665660298627074" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" >2) Raven-Symone<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk325z3klUwEH5X9E6otKWUIy50CuSdGBhGE_IbRs-x_lOYVUFKE5tmaSi_LpD9-d-mIFJ_pJj6LfHYrfbY5HjLsXxEg8ziHz5OC0SFjR98iwLnqgIr81aKSZH2WDlRmcTEr2h2R3uSnx/s1600/raven201009_jr0064.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk325z3klUwEH5X9E6otKWUIy50CuSdGBhGE_IbRs-x_lOYVUFKE5tmaSi_LpD9-d-mIFJ_pJj6LfHYrfbY5HjLsXxEg8ziHz5OC0SFjR98iwLnqgIr81aKSZH2WDlRmcTEr2h2R3uSnx/s400/raven201009_jr0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662291496036066" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" >3) Mya<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTrTbGuiKCmbqVi9SZUq_CoLoPCWxOBHJ2uemtm-oyCl4Ed6vwVJ2BQfcGwaeHTIC7PVNKAxF0QVGsOQC7XesqL7MmYET_CRjNQlW9Jfj9cA-yG56DREe8M9z2ywcM-8vM0zlh0b64GZh/s1600/mya.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTrTbGuiKCmbqVi9SZUq_CoLoPCWxOBHJ2uemtm-oyCl4Ed6vwVJ2BQfcGwaeHTIC7PVNKAxF0QVGsOQC7XesqL7MmYET_CRjNQlW9Jfj9cA-yG56DREe8M9z2ywcM-8vM0zlh0b64GZh/s400/mya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663618790524130" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" >4) Margarita Levieva<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVySFplCvFcf8HN5YQCMG8SmVjEf6DnU_EZYKt2kHmMTk3kx3IRBpOusbYjvwFGZnfqiIaix052BqxdbyAXsqailJQT8nuOmy6eBeu0-kPNFtG7LUQdUeCJRnUMPOdgrcEknpGE7cN8R-s/s1600/Margarita%252BLevieva%252BShoulder%252BLength%252BHairstyles%252BV63DHEb_IWxl.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVySFplCvFcf8HN5YQCMG8SmVjEf6DnU_EZYKt2kHmMTk3kx3IRBpOusbYjvwFGZnfqiIaix052BqxdbyAXsqailJQT8nuOmy6eBeu0-kPNFtG7LUQdUeCJRnUMPOdgrcEknpGE7cN8R-s/s400/Margarita%252BLevieva%252BShoulder%252BLength%252BHairstyles%252BV63DHEb_IWxl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662676407071714" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />5) Taraji Henson<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7XQGSEuy7mumi1rc7iUUY_pVTlaqDk1RVy9M-vHLM0T5gNO5H8D-HW7dQJ1nuKFpXQa1W5InzNx7Lj5QXd1jC-pSVz8tO_OBXKGMFlluHwlxGNQAMyoqJuLbRCe-wGzxviJj7n1GlkeVI/s1600/taraji-p-henson-2010-independent-spirit-awards-photos-03062010-04-430x640.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7XQGSEuy7mumi1rc7iUUY_pVTlaqDk1RVy9M-vHLM0T5gNO5H8D-HW7dQJ1nuKFpXQa1W5InzNx7Lj5QXd1jC-pSVz8tO_OBXKGMFlluHwlxGNQAMyoqJuLbRCe-wGzxviJj7n1GlkeVI/s400/taraji-p-henson-2010-independent-spirit-awards-photos-03062010-04-430x640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663702361702498" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />6) Scarlett Johansson<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPggSCDK_FuXVhVAftqWQAG6PjUEF8Hw63ZxBclhJrnObrZfPXd-7U5L3joJMyqbo-SvbsZ0bdqAX2MbPZM392LeAa1-b7MCbRUqgLq9HIf0vsoc59NTA0T4T7PnzbElPby0cyu0j8n23w/s1600/scarlett-johansson-mtv-movie-awards-photos-06062010-43.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPggSCDK_FuXVhVAftqWQAG6PjUEF8Hw63ZxBclhJrnObrZfPXd-7U5L3joJMyqbo-SvbsZ0bdqAX2MbPZM392LeAa1-b7MCbRUqgLq9HIf0vsoc59NTA0T4T7PnzbElPby0cyu0j8n23w/s400/scarlett-johansson-mtv-movie-awards-photos-06062010-43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566664993534299266" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />7) Parminder Nagra<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga80OWi7RF-82id70iSUhuUVg_L1YCCHzsdqJE0CdSeByKqWJ3QTwKwjhTtvMqX1niYs6m7w5sBPnZAcQv-TmSMBs-pL2tRbGGIyNg7S5Ak7L7hS8nVMFIoDi4ViaijwZpqdAw6RjRWvZ4/s1600/parminder-nagra-black-dress-0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga80OWi7RF-82id70iSUhuUVg_L1YCCHzsdqJE0CdSeByKqWJ3QTwKwjhTtvMqX1niYs6m7w5sBPnZAcQv-TmSMBs-pL2tRbGGIyNg7S5Ak7L7hS8nVMFIoDi4ViaijwZpqdAw6RjRWvZ4/s400/parminder-nagra-black-dress-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566664603726207170" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />8) Paula Garces<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha52VNmbn9SIiXkVX2prkT8P9zGp9Nx7KN8D8aCZU6WBxJUTI8nTmH_rwRn4m7yLkEzEIFWPXqCj-d_4Na9LhL24eFmjUrOBHcLbclsAg7WBgOGG2ADMsJAJy1NtEqkdjKjEuR5zytk1lT/s1600/paula+garces.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha52VNmbn9SIiXkVX2prkT8P9zGp9Nx7KN8D8aCZU6WBxJUTI8nTmH_rwRn4m7yLkEzEIFWPXqCj-d_4Na9LhL24eFmjUrOBHcLbclsAg7WBgOGG2ADMsJAJy1NtEqkdjKjEuR5zytk1lT/s400/paula+garces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663840799496162" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />9) Alison Brie<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XiROtVc-4P5Z2M0e0x6J17lwdMEJ-JrfV890Jy0oRjPDBE-VgffXcvXLTRj3SRS2_JBnRsLdmhcwcYMHUmrq_ZVcx25hSUe76MTohX_8H98xs7wKRM1WavJR68XdfsLUB0iZSfcneO_r/s1600/alison+brie.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XiROtVc-4P5Z2M0e0x6J17lwdMEJ-JrfV890Jy0oRjPDBE-VgffXcvXLTRj3SRS2_JBnRsLdmhcwcYMHUmrq_ZVcx25hSUe76MTohX_8H98xs7wKRM1WavJR68XdfsLUB0iZSfcneO_r/s400/alison+brie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662725522371362" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />10) Alicia Keyes<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbHRrCMEr3z-XKj0c71LePTq4z1XYc5aS4GZTgwExZ7bHYD_93qO7r4eShT3ou1uqMKmfPQSKYGaucUS-H7oGDBIaCTuerusuQq0b6mZWzjAtym1q1e9Z1hN3Y0lMQUXQHYvG06sOaLYi/s1600/alicia-keys-ringtone_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbHRrCMEr3z-XKj0c71LePTq4z1XYc5aS4GZTgwExZ7bHYD_93qO7r4eShT3ou1uqMKmfPQSKYGaucUS-H7oGDBIaCTuerusuQq0b6mZWzjAtym1q1e9Z1hN3Y0lMQUXQHYvG06sOaLYi/s400/alicia-keys-ringtone_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662785066197090" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />11) Stacey Dash<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiaiQniTIkoUWrCOgZ3UjRa6gmVnqcYivgNHbSEfqGVt3siJFiZ6-KcidPIATi2CW31h9wAvHEW3Tqe9unVG7in9onS7tei1VkBsbO1fBWFTm6LzGi0HF1mNpSw4w0tuPVuIj0C6ytWCm/s1600/stacey-dash-smooth-magazine-003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiaiQniTIkoUWrCOgZ3UjRa6gmVnqcYivgNHbSEfqGVt3siJFiZ6-KcidPIATi2CW31h9wAvHEW3Tqe9unVG7in9onS7tei1VkBsbO1fBWFTm6LzGi0HF1mNpSw4w0tuPVuIj0C6ytWCm/s400/stacey-dash-smooth-magazine-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663969535200098" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />12) Tracie Thoms<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFnMYLcl7ULij5D8AhFLvuN1-L-NfFvAFV0qHpv-NC2XZvlKZa3Bjuj026RF9Rn0NQMFDgr-8nMAXWe615SQagEJVdjedRwdYy8RBbOji-SVcckZGY9qhcdBOyIvK-D5gwHNXKSUdRftpq/s1600/tracie-thoms-03280701.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFnMYLcl7ULij5D8AhFLvuN1-L-NfFvAFV0qHpv-NC2XZvlKZa3Bjuj026RF9Rn0NQMFDgr-8nMAXWe615SQagEJVdjedRwdYy8RBbOji-SVcckZGY9qhcdBOyIvK-D5gwHNXKSUdRftpq/s400/tracie-thoms-03280701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662924635642818" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />13) Melissa Rauch<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg1MbJ73LtdRd-aPAnEVGsidXDLkcjPnBWrv0WzU25mp-8fezrsO2bBKAvHA8Pmktq6ox1PiA1shS542tXL1Xw28514NBm_8ciuVwRZDZPwgNRzsc4l5aTk-uCqx7HcHQ65bQCC4zcUx8f/s1600/2010-07-20_Melissa_Rauch.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg1MbJ73LtdRd-aPAnEVGsidXDLkcjPnBWrv0WzU25mp-8fezrsO2bBKAvHA8Pmktq6ox1PiA1shS542tXL1Xw28514NBm_8ciuVwRZDZPwgNRzsc4l5aTk-uCqx7HcHQ65bQCC4zcUx8f/s400/2010-07-20_Melissa_Rauch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662837936702850" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />14) Abby Elliot<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gEQXdCrfshSvx-LkdK8f_3YiAGKA6fpZdkWBfh6caMy9cL1cNul63rKgcCi99xobRDzPLOqRKdXqd_0zVdEGtLp3I7ODarMqJm2wvx4pKgN24aXgesMXrddXAYH4DP2HDE53KHqqg0Fn/s1600/abby+elliott.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gEQXdCrfshSvx-LkdK8f_3YiAGKA6fpZdkWBfh6caMy9cL1cNul63rKgcCi99xobRDzPLOqRKdXqd_0zVdEGtLp3I7ODarMqJm2wvx4pKgN24aXgesMXrddXAYH4DP2HDE53KHqqg0Fn/s400/abby+elliott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662167465375074" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />15) Amy Adams<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaHtR9WO_HxhQagsVaZn37AMbksl5pggluf7Hm1WrkAQXVWiQmJUu3Xq-eVaiOAj_HVcFniut7uvT8oZnxYQ8w2Zvu-CWCxcl7G0cSvKRT_hNL_zs-pkEY-4abz25bSMhFpNq-nhIbQKC/s1600/amy-adams.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaHtR9WO_HxhQagsVaZn37AMbksl5pggluf7Hm1WrkAQXVWiQmJUu3Xq-eVaiOAj_HVcFniut7uvT8oZnxYQ8w2Zvu-CWCxcl7G0cSvKRT_hNL_zs-pkEY-4abz25bSMhFpNq-nhIbQKC/s400/amy-adams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662055523759906" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" >Honorable Mentions:<br /><br />Zoe Saldana<br />Beyonce<br />Salma Hayek<br />Natalie Portman<br />Kaley Cuoco<br />Rose Byrne<br />Emma Stone<br />Morena Baccarin</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-33168337324735045162010-03-10T09:46:00.003-05:002010-03-15T10:56:15.268-04:00Yahoo! Tournament Pick-em<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >That time of year again!<br /><br /><a href="http://tournament.fantasysports.yahoo.com/t1/register/joinprivategroup">http://tournament.fantasysports.yahoo.com/t1/register/joinprivategroup</a><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Group ID: 32475<br />PW: </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">madrealworld</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Let's do it!</span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-66235939350878686632010-02-08T22:52:00.006-05:002010-02-10T10:20:20.081-05:00Religious Talk with my parents.So, my parents were talking about Lent. I told my Lent joke which I always find funny:<br /><br />"You know what I'm giving up for Lent? Religion."<br /><br />I love this joke!<br /><br />My Parents...not so much.<br /><br />I know religion is sensitive for my parents (especially, my father, which is very surprising).<br /><br />So, I was real careful not to make any of my sarcastic comments, even though there were three distinct opportunities to do so:<br /><br />1) My Father, after my joke, said I shouldn't make jokes about things like that. I was gonna respond with:<br /><br />"...this coming from a guy that only goes to church twice a year."<br /><br />Really. Sometimes only once a year. So, I figured he was just going through the motions. But apparently, he really believes hard. (Can you believe hard?). Also, my mother missed a real opportunity to sucker my father into a few more church visits.<br /><br />2) Coming off my father's comment, my sister said that "you don't think God has a sense of humor?" I was immediately going to tell the story of Desiree Jennings. I can tell you now, or let the video talk:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QG5pj_TWJ6o&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QG5pj_TWJ6o&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />For those of you on News Channel 8 (#insidejoke), the video is of a girl who got a flu shot. However, there was a side effect that triggered some disease in which she couldn't walk straight without a stammering and spazzing out. But could walk backwards and run with absolutely no problems with her movement or speech. With that said, my sarcastic comment was gonna be:<br /><br />"After hearing this story, I completely believe that God exists...and just loves messing with us for laughs."<br /><br />On a side note, they ended up finding out what was wrong with her and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfIC0sqtUNs">cured</a> her. So, I have no guilt in showing you this clip:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lLqqR2pcws&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lLqqR2pcws&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Ah, I'm probably still going to hell.<br /><br />3) Finally, after hearing my jokes and being slightly annoyed, my mother claimed that she "raise us better than that." I was gonna say:<br /><br />"Mum, you raised us to be analytical, critical-thinking, individuals, capable of having our own thoughts, making our own decisions. and in that regard, you succeeded."<br /><br />And I'm sure this probably wouldn't have played over well. So, I held restraint.<br /><br />I feel like I accomplished something.<br /><br />Praise Jesus!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1uoy4PscV5FIQ8wr7MIaoh08pg2ke-PPXzAC59LGuIcxEpwbyo0MAZKsUusNUR8GPKM6nO5ds1pcsuhBnSvDY_JLGTe8EHQqHR6sHhH8dfmmSsb3ldWi5QWjacSUipJcQml74GfUnD7p/s1600-h/spanishworker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1uoy4PscV5FIQ8wr7MIaoh08pg2ke-PPXzAC59LGuIcxEpwbyo0MAZKsUusNUR8GPKM6nO5ds1pcsuhBnSvDY_JLGTe8EHQqHR6sHhH8dfmmSsb3ldWi5QWjacSUipJcQml74GfUnD7p/s400/spanishworker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436096603056476066" border="0" /></a><br />OK, she might have raised us to be a <span style="font-style: italic;">little</span> racist, as well.<br /><br />DerekUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-85093092637035891942010-02-08T17:38:00.002-05:002010-02-08T17:40:19.000-05:00I think I'm gonna say it...I rather have Hillary.I would love, love, love, for politics to be civil so that we can have honest and open discussions, with an well-informed public, vote on conscious and keep it moving. In that world, Obama may have done some shit. But we don't live that world. We live in a world were it's all about the dirty, do whatever it takes, lie, cheat, bribe, steal, mislead the public, open to manipulation as if they were kids in a candy shop. In this world, Hillary would have gotten in the mud. If that is what it takes to get things done, then son of a bitch, lets do it. (Rant over).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-89724788341746739242010-02-08T17:08:00.001-05:002010-02-08T17:09:46.139-05:00Dems suckIt's over.<br /><br />It's not entirely their fault. Yes, the country voted them in to do shit. Yes, they can take alot of the blame. They tried to be civil and it didn't work. There's no room for civility in Modern US politics. Most Dems want to be the calm individuals to talk things thru. As oppose to Republican's who use every trick in the book to completely trick the stupid American voter into believing whatever they say. Name calling, lies, etc. It works. Dems tried to play above that and it didn't work.<br /><br />Now, I saw it's not entirely their fault because this country, at heart, is Center-Right. So, politics is gonna have to play that way. Have you heard about the Liberal Republicans in the House? No, because they don't exist (or they aren't enough of them to form a group). But you have Conservative Democrats. And because they exist, there is a tough time for Democrats to get together on anything. Could you image what we would have right now if Republican's had a Super-majority? All their policies would have passed by July.<br /><br />But then again, it doesn't matter who is in charged. The entire political process is so far flawed, that the people are gonna get fucked and there isn't much we can do about that, unless the Tea Partyiers make do on their imply threat and attempt to overthrow the country. But I wouldn't trust those guys with my mail, let alone an type of responsibility over others.<br /><br />In essence...we're fucked.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-38078319518900493472010-01-23T16:58:00.011-05:002010-01-26T10:14:03.023-05:00You Ever Think About......why we feel the need to celebrate every birthday?<br /><br />I mean, some birthdays I get.<br /><br />Your 1st birthday, your 13th birthday, 16th, 18th (for the porn...oh, the porn), 21st and every 10 years starting with your 30th.<br /><br />Those birthdays can be seen as "milestone" birthdays. But all your other birthdays...what are you celebrating?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfoLjjHzV09wE_6i2PzEuG_qi_kjEfkYnhK51v5t3L2YwmUcpmQnDM4x_WZyoq-KdKfExD8AWx8L1ZAJ93njadZc8xCcbrK8TIcosz7zrUOqJVqHjCAV4GzynbpBRFRP4KuxOUGTqdIer/s1600-h/vjUnuTS2Txyaq2KUXWzw9_extra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfoLjjHzV09wE_6i2PzEuG_qi_kjEfkYnhK51v5t3L2YwmUcpmQnDM4x_WZyoq-KdKfExD8AWx8L1ZAJ93njadZc8xCcbrK8TIcosz7zrUOqJVqHjCAV4GzynbpBRFRP4KuxOUGTqdIer/s400/vjUnuTS2Txyaq2KUXWzw9_extra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430060618904906530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">So Boring...</span><br /></div><br />I mean, of course, when the average person died at 33, making it to 27 can be seen as something of importance. But why do we feel the need to treat the other "non-important" birthdays as something needed for celebration? What are you celebrating, really? The fact that you haven't done something stupid enough to get killed for it? Congratulations! You didn't try to prove that you can jump from that one building in to the pool below! Here's some cake!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tvLYh7yWXpO7UEluzv36ORUbcQhwzN84ZQFkLaMwOpfugYX4RPe4qF-kmmYUs2gSkwUUzjDykC0gKvBcTJQiuSQHaevnXt3jN6-HydGWOL7YdpFp9pzNomZ-xkJRfa9LPNlmb-bjQh7J/s1600-h/zie-on-the-edge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tvLYh7yWXpO7UEluzv36ORUbcQhwzN84ZQFkLaMwOpfugYX4RPe4qF-kmmYUs2gSkwUUzjDykC0gKvBcTJQiuSQHaevnXt3jN6-HydGWOL7YdpFp9pzNomZ-xkJRfa9LPNlmb-bjQh7J/s400/zie-on-the-edge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430062038784642322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm telling you, I can make it...<br /></span></div><br />So, what am I saying? Stay home? Do nothing? No, you'd be wrong...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicytKBiTyDtOww-FZNaq9fM3eO0lhNIztMHOUKM3ynjeH1HD11iSKO9uDshIcxCqitZvla5Z2tk1ApIeAGJwRtJOjtNl0m__BUgd-t5-K1qzef6ZNDyMiYsWMCIIjHQKPQhNt7ualdrX6m/s1600-h/vincedummy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicytKBiTyDtOww-FZNaq9fM3eO0lhNIztMHOUKM3ynjeH1HD11iSKO9uDshIcxCqitZvla5Z2tk1ApIeAGJwRtJOjtNl0m__BUgd-t5-K1qzef6ZNDyMiYsWMCIIjHQKPQhNt7ualdrX6m/s400/vincedummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430062954726838082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">...dummy</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I'm just saying, if you go out every other weekend, don't feel the need to do something "extra special" just because it's your birthday.<br /><br />And if you're a loser who never goes out, you shouldn't feel bad when you are watching your DVR, alone in your room, in your pajamas, on your 27th birthday.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEN01uuCQgfqDUwZh9sZCf4TOMFykdwhs-zefDQCY2K4Rk8ig2JATKtE15doNMApE7AwV_6DHrTITwpBtyLmI0yJG6fD-GEGq5P5aey2B_qoJ_mbH1fSLoLS_1x-l8V06jHRu5Oki-pnC5/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100123.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEN01uuCQgfqDUwZh9sZCf4TOMFykdwhs-zefDQCY2K4Rk8ig2JATKtE15doNMApE7AwV_6DHrTITwpBtyLmI0yJG6fD-GEGq5P5aey2B_qoJ_mbH1fSLoLS_1x-l8V06jHRu5Oki-pnC5/s400/Snapshot_20100123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430069119600541298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">TGIF</span><br /></div><br />That's all I'm sayin...<br /><br />Derek<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0