<?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-4042625</id><updated>2011-08-06T20:49:36.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Bed Of Soft Green Grass</title><subtitle type='html'>I got sick of being nice to people, of protecting them. Somewhere around 19, the rain washed that nice girl away. I've come in her place. I will be honest to the point of brutality, keeping it bottled was killing that nice girl. You will get talked about. If you can't deal with it, then leave.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</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>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-112079231891203331</id><published>2005-07-07T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:11:58.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never here</title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna be honest, I'm never here. I never post here anymore. So I ditched the layout, and now you can find all my stuff at http://www.livejournal.com/users/filmobsessed137</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/112079231891203331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/112079231891203331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112079231891203331' title='Never here'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-110248747531034942</id><published>2004-12-07T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T01:31:15.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Eats</title><summary type='text'>You know what amuses me? Alton Brown (Good Eats) uses Blogger to do his rants and raves on his site.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/110248747531034942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/110248747531034942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110248747531034942' title='Good Eats'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-110032051900671075</id><published>2004-11-12T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T23:35:19.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Sarah Said So</title><summary type='text'>So Sarah, a long time ago, said I needed to write in this thing. I admit it, I buckled and got an LJ. filmobsessed137Let me give a quick update though. There was a long period where... nothing happened. Shocking I know. No job, no life. Just me rotting away. I turned 21 in October, became better friends with someone in October, and oh yeah... TV returned. I've been working on Christmas gifts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/110032051900671075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/110032051900671075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110032051900671075' title='Because Sarah Said So'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-109224114598849330</id><published>2004-08-11T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:19:05.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I won! I won!</title><summary type='text'>*cabbage patches* I won the newspaper's nifty contest. They show a detail shot of something around the area, you send in a guess of what it is. The person they pick as the winner gets 2 tickets to the movies. I won! The thing that I identified was the Dawson's Creek mural painted on the side of the Studio Perk cafe at the studios. It was easy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/109224114598849330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/109224114598849330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109224114598849330' title='I won! I won!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-109159302744195493</id><published>2004-08-04T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T00:17:07.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book Of If...</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to post a question. Ya'll click that little comment button at the end of this post and leave your answer. Questions are taken at random from The Book of If. which is an awesome book. Here goes with question one. I'll do this again sometime...*flips book.. looks* Ohh a good one... If you just learned that you wereto die in exactly one hour, what would you do?My Answer: Well since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/109159302744195493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/109159302744195493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109159302744195493' title='The Book Of If...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-109097291181003941</id><published>2004-07-27T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T20:06:20.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommendations</title><summary type='text'>Today I have some recommendations. 1 Movie, 1 Book, and 1 CD. The Movie: The movie I've chosen to speak of is called S.W.A.T. it stars Colin Farrell, Samuel L. Jackson, and L.L. Cool J. I loved it. It's funny, it's cool, it's action packed. The Book: The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger. One of the few classics I can actually stand. It's timeless. Everyone needs to read it. Nuff said. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/109097291181003941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/109097291181003941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109097291181003941' title='Recommendations'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-109028424529984746</id><published>2004-07-19T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T20:44:05.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie List thing stole from Brit</title><summary type='text'>Brit's LJ you bold the ones youve seen and then when your done, add three more01. Trainspotting02. Shrek03. M04. Dogma05. Strictly Ballroom 06. The Princess Bride07. Love Actually08. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings09. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers10. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King11. Reservoir Dogs 12. Desperado 13. Swordfish14. Kill Bill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/109028424529984746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/109028424529984746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109028424529984746' title='Movie List thing stole from Brit'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108950346471635828</id><published>2004-07-10T19:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T20:18:06.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're So Dumb</title><summary type='text'>you are the "you're so dumb" happy bunny.you are brutal in your words and enjoy puttingothers down.  which happy bunny are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108950346471635828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108950346471635828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108950346471635828' title='You&apos;re So Dumb'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108925863486395419</id><published>2004-07-07T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T23:51:11.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't LOSE it, I'm just not welcome there anymore, for now.</title><summary type='text'>So, um, today I no longer have a job. I got laid off. I am no longer needed until after the new doctor comes back from her maternity leave. Or something like that. It all seems kind of like bull but whatever. She told me they're really happy with my work, like 4 times, which made me feel better, but still.At least OTH should be back soon, I won't be completely penniless. The worst part is I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108925863486395419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108925863486395419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108925863486395419' title='I didn&apos;t LOSE it, I&apos;m just not welcome there anymore, for now.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108881554312577413</id><published>2004-07-02T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T20:45:43.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21 and Invincible</title><summary type='text'>Check it out21 and InvincibleIt's a weekly humor column here on blogspot that's brand new, and is updated on Tuesdays.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108881554312577413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108881554312577413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108881554312577413' title='21 and Invincible'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108829809629732103</id><published>2004-06-26T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T21:01:36.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Paycheck, Illness, Reccomendations and Black and Blue</title><summary type='text'>Phew, long title. I actually have stuff to discuss. Well not discuss. More like rant about or point out. Okay.. here goes, grab some pirates booty and a coke and sit back...1) I am missing a paycheck. Usually I get them in my mailbox on Fridays. Every friday. Yesterday's came today though. But the friday before, hasn't come yet! No one can do shit and it's pissing me off. The post office is so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108829809629732103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108829809629732103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108829809629732103' title='Lost Paycheck, Illness, Reccomendations and Black and Blue'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108778850812114197</id><published>2004-06-20T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:37:44.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone Star State Of Mind...</title><summary type='text'>Well this morning, around 4:55am I got bit while in bed trying to sleep, I say trying because I was having troubles. Anyway. I got bit by a Lone Star Tick. Ugly little fucker. Painful too. Carries Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. Hopefully I caught it before it could give me cooties. Stupid little fucker. It wouldn't die by my parents hands, so I took my athame letter opener and sliced and diced the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108778850812114197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108778850812114197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108778850812114197' title='Lone Star State Of Mind...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108637408326607866</id><published>2004-06-04T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T14:34:43.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><summary type='text'>AH! Finally moved. And man does it feel good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108637408326607866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108637408326607866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108637408326607866' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108558781134116942</id><published>2004-05-26T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T12:10:11.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things in my purse</title><summary type='text'>I'm bored. So I decided to do a fun little thing, listing things I have in my purse:1)Orbit Wintermint Gum2)A tampon3)A list of books I want4)My checkbook5)Port City Java menu6)Reciept for Pottery Plus (Soda and Chips)7)Address book8)Code for the health department9)List of daily flights leaving ILM10)Deposit Slips11)Mini Emery Boards12)Mark Hookup with tru lie concealer in medium and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108558781134116942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108558781134116942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558781134116942' title='Things in my purse'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108507433421853590</id><published>2004-05-20T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T13:32:14.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So So Busy</title><summary type='text'>Things have been pretty hectic lately, but still boring. I'm about to move across town to a kind of cute, but kind of old, townhouse. It's on a creek and there's a dock and everything. Plus it has balconies and screenrooms and such. Pretty spiff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108507433421853590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108507433421853590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108507433421853590' title='So So Busy'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108420059462236819</id><published>2004-05-10T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T10:49:54.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blend Challenge</title><summary type='text'>Check out this pretty blend I made:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108420059462236819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108420059462236819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108420059462236819' title='Blend Challenge'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108386652721057119</id><published>2004-05-06T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T18:34:27.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie is a Genius. (Or How Toothpaste Saved My Day)</title><summary type='text'>So I have to go get my picture taken for the newspaper because I saved kitties in a burning fire. No really I won a stupid quiz. Regardless, looking like a moron, not an option. Sadly, I got itchy and made a redmark on my chin. CHIN. FACE. Chin *gestures* This is BAD was bad. I freaked. Fortunately Gracie walked me through it. See, minty green conceals redness! Except I don't have any money! But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108386652721057119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108386652721057119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108386652721057119' title='Gracie is a Genius. (Or How Toothpaste Saved My Day)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108385851702257325</id><published>2004-05-06T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T11:52:56.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness and Library Books.</title><summary type='text'>I feel I should post, but I don't know what to post about. Everything's kind of middle now. I should have something to post this weekend thank god. I feel like I've been neglecting this, but really, it's boring. Let's see oh I can tell you about the Library.Monday afternoon I went and got a library card. I could only get 2 books this first time. So I got On The Road by Jack Kerouac and The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108385851702257325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108385851702257325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108385851702257325' title='Nothingness and Library Books.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108359757081146229</id><published>2004-05-03T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T11:23:36.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Unfair. Kill Yourself or Get Over It</title><summary type='text'>I am feeling, not so dapper this morning. First of all, I woke up late. I hate when that happens. Plus it's been kinda storming, so it was all very BLAH but bearable. Then I found out something that virtually struck a blow right to my stomach. I've only been here a year, and things are, scratch that, were, going so well! It's nice, and I love the place even more, and Bob and Tammy seem to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108359757081146229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108359757081146229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359757081146229' title='Life is Unfair. Kill Yourself or Get Over It'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108281669663992401</id><published>2004-04-24T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T10:30:48.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobby Job</title><summary type='text'>The Job's going well. It's nice to be working again and everyone there is really nice. Um, that is all. Oh. I'm taking a two week diet break in hopes of "jump starting" it. as I put it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108281669663992401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108281669663992401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108281669663992401' title='Jobby Job'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108264304216773598</id><published>2004-04-22T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T10:37:29.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeecchhh</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm gonna be sick. My stomach feels like I swallowed a giant ball of yarn, and I kinda have to potty. But I am sooo nervous. Wish me luck okay? I'm already dressed in my scrubs and it's only like, ten. Ahhh sooo nervous!!! I better go and do something, like take a bottle of pepto bismal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108264304216773598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108264304216773598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108264304216773598' title='Bleeecchhh'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108263656328543341</id><published>2004-04-22T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T08:26:44.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Day</title><summary type='text'>Today I start my new job. I go in for training at noon. I get off at five. I am so nervous, my stomach is doing sommersaults. I can't eat. Grr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108263656328543341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108263656328543341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108263656328543341' title='Training Day'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108248418391862019</id><published>2004-04-20T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T14:07:03.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickles</title><summary type='text'>Back in my home town there was this little... deli/diner joint that was about 3 buildings down the street from where I worked. It's name is Pickles. It was one of those hole in the wall awesome places that from the outside looks like crap, but is always packed at lunch. They had the best food. Awesome sandwiches, great soup, hot sandwiches, fish and chicken and potato salads and french fries and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108248418391862019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108248418391862019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108248418391862019' title='Pickles'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108241812833263999</id><published>2004-04-19T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:46:05.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Dehydrated</title><summary type='text'>I am major league dehydrated. Seriously. As in there are visible effects, and as said in the Breakfast Club, "It isn't pretty." I am drowning myself in drink today hoping to raise my water level, but I'm going nuts. I gotta stop doing this to myself, but I can't help it. I can't possibly drink anything resembling 8 glasses of water a day. I'd explode!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108241812833263999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108241812833263999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108241812833263999' title='So Dehydrated'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108241456198210391</id><published>2004-04-19T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:46:28.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's got a brand new job.</title><summary type='text'>Hello, Hello, Helllloooo!I got a call this morning, I totally got the job I interviewed for Friday. It's not the greatest job in the world, but it's a start. I knew I nailed it too. Even Dad said he knew by the way I was grinning when I came out. I kick'em some ass'em a yuh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108241456198210391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108241456198210391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108241456198210391' title='Mama&apos;s got a brand new job.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108225904070127039</id><published>2004-04-17T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T23:35:02.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Call, Schmasting Call</title><summary type='text'>Man, that was something akin to cake! I just had to fill out the same basic style sheet thingy I filled out at Fincannon and they put my pic on it. It was for a movie, called Loggerhead, starring Elizabeth Perkins and Stockard Channing. I asked and apparently it's an ensemble drama following the loves of 3 women who's stories are woven together. Sounds cool. At least it's not a slasher flick. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108225904070127039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108225904070127039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108225904070127039' title='Casting Call, Schmasting Call'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108225887233580520</id><published>2004-04-17T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T23:31:47.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Call, wishing for B</title><summary type='text'>I am going to my very first casting call today. It's only for extras, but hey. I'm nervous. I wish I could talk to B for moral support, alas, B is miles away. :( Very sad. So I will go, and do what I can, and hope I don't muck up too horribly. Especially after spending an hour primping. Wish me luck that I don't look like a complete idiot?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108225887233580520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108225887233580520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108225887233580520' title='Casting Call, wishing for B'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108204677501850436</id><published>2004-04-15T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T12:36:46.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><summary type='text'>How do we like the new spring layout hmm? I thought I'd break away from the girls a bit and use a guy! Drew Fuller's a cutie. It's his eyes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108204677501850436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108204677501850436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108204677501850436' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108197467378468390</id><published>2004-04-14T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T16:35:04.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OTH and Bike Rides from Hell</title><summary type='text'>So first of all, yesterday I went for a bike ride as soon as it stopped storming. The wind was still high though, so I was going along fine, until I turned a corner. Then I hit the most god awful windshear, and it felt like I was biking mt. everest. Seriously, My feet were moving furiously, but the bike was just putting along. It was horrible. I went again this afternoon and it's so chilly out my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108197467378468390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108197467378468390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108197467378468390' title='OTH and Bike Rides from Hell'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108170738452355137</id><published>2004-04-11T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T14:20:11.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><summary type='text'>A Peep For You!Have a happy holiday!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108170738452355137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108170738452355137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108170738452355137' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108165383912455675</id><published>2004-04-10T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T23:29:27.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reformatting Blues</title><summary type='text'>So I recently had issues with my computer being a big fat doody-head. Yes, that's the technical term. So I had issues with Norton Anti-Virus and The Internet. Everyone I talked to (friend John, Family Friend Dave, Road Runner Tech, and friend Kevin) All said they thought I needed to reformat. I, of course, being the packrat I am, didn't want to do that. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I saw the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108165383912455675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108165383912455675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108165383912455675' title='Reformatting Blues'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-108092084207915025</id><published>2004-04-02T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T10:50:56.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America Has No Taste</title><summary type='text'>I am extremely dissappointed in America. Really now, how could you have voted out Amy Adams and left John Stevens in? Huh? Answer me that. His rendition of My Girl was so bad I had to plug my ears. That's a serious feat as I'll listen to damn near anything short of my father yodelling. Amy Adams had spunk, and personality, and her Dancing In The Streets was infinately better. John Stevens is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108092084207915025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/108092084207915025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108092084207915025' title='America Has No Taste'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107993199351290757</id><published>2004-03-22T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T00:12:14.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trouble With Love Is....</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I feel a little... skanky using a Kelly Clarkson song for this title but here's the deal.. Oh, and all names have been changed to protect the innocent, namely, me.So there's this guy. His name is Chris. He's cute, but not hot in the conventional way of 80's pop icons, and WB heartthrobs or whatever. Take that as you will. He's normal, boy next door, football playing, music making, jock, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107993199351290757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107993199351290757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993199351290757' title='The Trouble With Love Is....'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107993245123738147</id><published>2004-03-20T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T00:17:30.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Loaders are smaller.</title><summary type='text'>Okay so you know how I said next time I go to the laundromat I'm using a double loader for my darks? No. I checked it out, and they're totally smaller than the normal size washer (at least in my humble, I stuck my head in it, opinion.) So I used two washers for dark one for light. I am so using one of the really big washers when I bring in my sheets though, I'll bring in two sets of light sheets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107993245123738147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107993245123738147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993245123738147' title='Double Loaders are smaller.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107993121339457949</id><published>2004-03-19T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T00:10:18.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why God Never Meant For Me To Understand Football, but gave me Pamie!</title><summary type='text'>So I went to the One Tree Hill super bowl tonight. I know NOTHING about football. Except that the ball is shaped funny and can be thrown or kicked. But only kicked at certain times. And one team plays towards one end, and the other towards well, the other. I wished I'd brought my bigger purse and my copy of Why Girls Are Weird (by Pamela Ribbon, Pamie from TWoP) There's this whole entry in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107993121339457949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107993121339457949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993121339457949' title='Why God Never Meant For Me To Understand Football, but gave me Pamie!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107993041093344051</id><published>2004-03-19T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:43:30.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from the doctors! I lost 9 pounds in one week, gimme some applause dammit. It shocked the hell out of me, the nurse, the doc, and my ma. Crazy. Doc says I lost 16 pounds in a month. *does the happy dance* If that's not motivation I dunno what is. Maybe I should find an article of clothing to aim to "squeeze" into....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107993041093344051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107993041093344051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993041093344051' title='Weight Loss'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107940235991590660</id><published>2004-03-15T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:02:31.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakehead Terror and The Help</title><summary type='text'>I forgot last time, but I watched Snakehead Terror on Saturday on SciFi, and it was pretty damned good. 'Nuff said. Okay maybe not. A Snakehead is a fish. Obviously it's head is snakelike. It also has the ability to "walk" on land. Yes. It is a real fish. Apparently primarily from India, but was found in Maryland.Also today I watched the first episode of The Help, which I had on tape. It needs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107940235991590660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107940235991590660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107940235991590660' title='Snakehead Terror and The Help'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107923944169617047</id><published>2004-03-13T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T23:47:10.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of The Diet... At Least On Here.</title><summary type='text'>This whole "Let's describe my diet in detail" thing isn't working out. It's boring, and repeatative, and frankly, makes me a little depressed. So, from now on, the only time you'll see mention of said diet is when there's something to bitch about (Which I'm good at), or I've lost weight.... *glares pointedly at previous post*At any rate. I shall be replacing it with not as often anecdotes about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107923944169617047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107923944169617047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923944169617047' title='The Death of The Diet... At Least On Here.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107914934011778021</id><published>2004-03-12T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T22:45:27.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet's Revenge: Day Five (aka Weigh in Day)</title><summary type='text'>Today I went to work with my mom. It was fun. I got weighed first thing, and I've only lost two pounds, bringing us to a total of six pounds... (sighs and throws away the Jessica Alba picture.)For breakfast I had... Grapefruit, scrambled eggs and bacon.For lunch I had leftover steak (Not as good as the night before), Some leftover beans, a small salad and... I'm forgeting something, Oh wait </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107914934011778021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107914934011778021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107914934011778021' title='The Grapefruit Diet&apos;s Revenge: Day Five (aka Weigh in Day)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107903716083304342</id><published>2004-03-11T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T22:42:13.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet's Revenge: Day Four</title><summary type='text'>I had bacon and eggs for breakfast, scrambled.For lunch I had a small salad and turkey. Of course, grapefruit with both meals. I feel, okay. not 100% but okay.For dinner we had steak (It was really good) and green beans (Also really good) and my parents and I decided it wouldn't be cheating, it would be helpful to my sugar if I had a carbohydrate. So I had a serving of garlic potatos.Then I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107903716083304342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107903716083304342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107903716083304342' title='The Grapefruit Diet&apos;s Revenge: Day Four'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107894102620027015</id><published>2004-03-11T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T15:34:48.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet's Revenge: Day Three</title><summary type='text'>I didn't want to do anything today. So I didn't, for a while. I felt like crap so I just lay around until I realized maybe something was wrong. After checking my blood pressure and blood sugar, I found my sugar was low. So I called the doctors, who was on vacation. But her assistant instructed me to eat a cheeseburger for lunch. One with cheese and a roll and all. So I did, it was the first thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107894102620027015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107894102620027015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894102620027015' title='The Grapefruit Diet&apos;s Revenge: Day Three'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107885336429807939</id><published>2004-03-09T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T12:51:59.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet's Revenge: Day Two</title><summary type='text'>By now, ya'll best be knowing what I had for breakfast. Because I ain't recapping. Let's just assume it's fried eggs until I say otherwise yo? Cha. Okay. Also this morning, my legs still hurt from that damned ship. But they got better as the day wore on.For lunch I had a small salad and pork chops... oh yeah and grapefruit.For dinner... was hell again. I ended up breaking down... again. I had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107885336429807939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107885336429807939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107885336429807939' title='The Grapefruit Diet&apos;s Revenge: Day Two'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107885329019610064</id><published>2004-03-08T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:39:19.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet's Revenge: Day One</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm back to my own personal hell. I think it's the third circle? What about you? (Mental note: Read Dante's Inferno so I actually know what I'm talking about)Anyways. I broke myself right into it. No beating around the eggs, so to speak. For breakfast I had my usual fare of two eggs, two bacon, and a half a grapefruit.For lunch, was kinda rushed, so I had half a grapefruit, a small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107885329019610064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107885329019610064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107885329019610064' title='The Grapefruit Diet&apos;s Revenge: Day One'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107872306991506449</id><published>2004-03-07T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:38:22.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet's Day Off: Day Two</title><summary type='text'>Today was a free day in more ways then one. Today was "Be A Tourist In Your Hometown" day. Many attractions were free to residents here.I had cereal for breakfast. Corn and Wheat flakes with Strawberries in it.Then we packed sandwiches and chips for lunch and went to EUE/Screen Gems Studios for a tour. The tour wasn't great, because One Tree Hill was filming, so we couldn't go on their sets. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107872306991506449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107872306991506449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107872306991506449' title='The Grapefruit Diet&apos;s Day Off: Day Two'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107861803892812882</id><published>2004-03-06T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T00:10:43.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet's Day Off: Day One</title><summary type='text'>YUM! YAY FOR THE WEEKEND.I had pancakes and uh, little chopped up fried potatos for breakfast.For lunch I had two chili cheese dogs and two frozen thin mints for dessert.For snack, I had two reeses peanut butter cups.For dinner, Goulash with Texas Toast with Carvel's Ice Cream cake for dessert.For snack, popcorn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107861803892812882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107861803892812882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107861803892812882' title='The Grapefruit Diet&apos;s Day Off: Day One'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107861781841621211</id><published>2004-03-05T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T19:08:29.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day Twelve aka Weigh In Day</title><summary type='text'>Stupid Usual Breakfast, only really early this day since I was going with dad to Myrtle Beach.Dad and I took a cooler packed with big spiffy salads (with chicken in them) for lunch and of course, my dreaded grapefruit.Dinner was steak on the grill. Tomorrow, my free weekend begins. Bring on the ice cream cake.Oh wait, I got weighed...Yeah, I didn't lose or gain. But my doctor thinks it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107861781841621211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107861781841621211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107861781841621211' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day Twelve aka Weigh In Day'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107861772577040407</id><published>2004-03-04T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T19:06:52.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day Eleven</title><summary type='text'>Stupid usual breakfast.Grapefruit, Salad and bits of turkey of lunch.Dinner was different, Had to eat out since I was away from home, so I had chicken nuggets and a side salad from McDonalds. I took some grapefruit in a little container.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107861772577040407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107861772577040407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107861772577040407' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day Eleven'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107861763993190132</id><published>2004-03-03T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T19:03:39.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day Ten</title><summary type='text'>Today I hade the usual breakfast.The same thing for lunch I had yesterday.Hot Dogs for dinner.Whoopdeedo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107861763993190132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107861763993190132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107861763993190132' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day Ten'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107829025757354848</id><published>2004-03-03T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T00:07:12.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Layout</title><summary type='text'>No ideas as to who to put in the spring layout? Come on guys, help a sista out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107829025757354848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107829025757354848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107829025757354848' title='Spring Layout'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107829015846775372</id><published>2004-03-02T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T00:05:33.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day Nine</title><summary type='text'>Today for breakfast I had 2 fried eggs, two strips of bacon and half a grapefruit.For lunch: Some left over london broil, small salad, and half a grapefruit.Dinner drove me nuts. We went out to eat to a buffet. I had to skip the grapefruit, they didn't have any. So I had a nice salad, and then some roast beef, and pot roast, and a slice of meatloaf, and some green beans. It was yum. But of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107829015846775372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107829015846775372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107829015846775372' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day Nine'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107819999406488800</id><published>2004-03-01T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:02:47.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day Eight</title><summary type='text'>For breakfast I had a "omlet" (Really just egg in the shape of an omlet) 2 strips of bacon, and half a grapefruit. I am so craving toast and jam though. In a major way. I can't wait for this weekend.For lunch I had some left over turkey and a salad and half a grapefruit. Sam and Candy bought some brownies at the store before lunch and they drove me nuts all day.For dinner we had london broil.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107819999406488800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107819999406488800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819999406488800' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day Eight'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107807612453071129</id><published>2004-02-29T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:30:54.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day Seven</title><summary type='text'>I was starving this morning, so for breakfast I had four eggs, four slices of bacon, and a half of grapefruit.Sam and Candy arrived shortly after noon. I ended up not having lunch until dinner. I pretty much reversed lunch and dinner so for "lunch" I had turkey and broccoli and half a grapefruit.After that we went out for a walk downtown. When we got back I had dinner of salad and ham and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107807612453071129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107807612453071129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107807612453071129' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day Seven'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107807609010087613</id><published>2004-02-29T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T12:40:33.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? Aside from flesh and muscle and blood of course.</title><summary type='text'>Heart of Fire What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? brought to you by QuizillaYou have a fiery soul. You aren't the quickest toget angered, but when you do get angry thingscan go really wrong really fast. You aregenerally very passionate in the things you do. What force is your soul? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107807609010087613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107807609010087613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107807609010087613' title='What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? Aside from flesh and muscle and blood of course.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107800718228625666</id><published>2004-02-28T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T23:25:55.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day Six</title><summary type='text'>Today has been horrible. I swear. My cravings are back. I don't know why, maybe it's the weekend, maybe it's knowing Sam and Candy are coming tomorrow, but it's bad. Hopefully I can overcome the temptation. For breakfast I had my usual fare of two fried eggs, two slices of bacon, and a half a grapefruit (Surprise surprise).After breakfast I went for a bike ride. It sucked. It's the first time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107800718228625666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107800718228625666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107800718228625666' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day Six'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107791953925244546</id><published>2004-02-27T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T00:16:22.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day Five (aka. Weigh in Day.)</title><summary type='text'>I ended up sleeping in pretty late this morning. I'm not really sure why. But I did. When I woke up mom was home sick again. She wasn't very happy. I had a quick breakfast of half a grapefruit, two hard boiled eggs and two slices of bacon. Then she and I went to the doctors so they could check her out. While there I weighed in. I lost 4 pounds! I'm so happy.On the way home we stopped at Bob and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107791953925244546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107791953925244546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107791953925244546' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day Five (aka. Weigh in Day.)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107792374315129297</id><published>2004-02-27T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T18:18:31.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Orlando Bloom Blend</title><summary type='text'>What do you think of this?Too weird?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107792374315129297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107792374315129297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107792374315129297' title='Orlando Bloom Blend'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107783365062594830</id><published>2004-02-26T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T00:17:08.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day Four</title><summary type='text'>Today has gone even better than day three! When I woke up I found mom home sick. She ended up eating breakfast with me, and having toast, and I didn't even care! The cravings are really subsiding now, I'm only really craving two things: Oreos and a Chocolate Ice Cream Sandwich (Chocolate Ice Cream inside two Chocolate wafer cookies.)For breakfast I scrambled up two eggs (without milk) and added</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107783365062594830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107783365062594830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107783365062594830' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day Four'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107773488330247603</id><published>2004-02-25T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T23:36:01.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day Three</title><summary type='text'>Well, day three has gone better than days one and two. My cravings are subsiding, the addiction will not win! I slept in late today, I'm not sure why, but it was good.For breakfast I had two fried eggs (num) and two slices of bacon, and a half a grapefruit. After breakfast it was time for the All 80's Lunch Hour on my favorite radio station (Yes, I slept THAT late.) I requested "Vacation" by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107773488330247603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107773488330247603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107773488330247603' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day Three'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107768530207248644</id><published>2004-02-25T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T12:57:45.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Poll</title><summary type='text'>I need a new spring layout soon, anyone have any requests/ideas that I can take into consideration? Hit me back on the Wall Scrolls tagboard to the right OR you can now leave a comment because I finally got off my lazy duff and found a way to add comments okay? Great!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107768530207248644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107768530207248644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768530207248644' title='Blog Poll'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107768522728666361</id><published>2004-02-24T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T00:05:10.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day 2</title><summary type='text'>I think today was actually worse than yesterday. The morning went pretty well. Slept in, then had two fried eggs and 2 slices of bacon and a half a grapefruit.I ate a late lunch that was a little chaotic. Grapefruit Juice (which tasted funny), a small bowl of lettuce with french dressing, and about 5 pieces of ham, the rest of the leftover turkey, and some pepperoni.After lunch I went with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107768522728666361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107768522728666361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768522728666361' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day 2'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107764735452661642</id><published>2004-02-23T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T13:51:05.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapefruit Diet: Day 1</title><summary type='text'>Today's the first day of my grapefruit diet! It... well it kinda was weird.Breakfast was fine. I had a glass of grapefruit juice and two poached eggs and two slices of bacon. I tried poaching the eggs the old fashioned way, with boiling water. It didn't work too well. Turns out that's a really messy way to do it. It didn't help the first egg didn't crack right and the yolk broke. It wasn't bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107764735452661642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107764735452661642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764735452661642' title='The Grapefruit Diet: Day 1'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107764685097644079</id><published>2004-02-22T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T13:51:29.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin in a coma, oh no, oh no, it's not serioussss</title><summary type='text'>Don't let the title fool you. She didn't actually go into a coma, she almost did though. Apparently her sugar was pretty high and she got really out of it. As if that's any different than normal. Whatever. Hopefully this will scare her into doing better. Or at least not listening to Bob. I worry though since this little medical expense will actually help them with their new place's rent. I hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107764685097644079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107764685097644079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764685097644079' title='Cousin in a coma, oh no, oh no, it&apos;s not serioussss'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107764660989306830</id><published>2004-02-21T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T13:53:35.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Coma's and Starbucks</title><summary type='text'>I know it sounds by the title that those are related, but really they're not.Tammy was sick all night last night, she can't stop throwing up. Of course, they're supposed to move today. Life always works out like that. We finally convinced Bob to take her to the doctors. Good thing too, they sent her to the ER, who then admitted her.I also had an interview for the new Starbucks going into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107764660989306830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107764660989306830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764660989306830' title='Sugar Coma&apos;s and Starbucks'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107764638787647819</id><published>2004-02-20T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T14:45:52.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High Blood Pressure Woes</title><summary type='text'>I went to the doctor this morning to have my blood pressure checked and some blood drawn. Turns out I must have high blood pressure. She put me on this strict grapefruit diet. I'll start it Monday.I spent the rest of the day hanging out with dad. We killed some time at the battleship park, and the drawings were still on the basketball court from Tuesday's OTH!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107764638787647819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107764638787647819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764638787647819' title='High Blood Pressure Woes'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-107713055753071582</id><published>2004-02-18T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T13:59:46.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV's latest trend: Dumber isn't better.</title><summary type='text'>So, here I am perusing my weekly TV GUIDE. I like to see what people are complaining about this week, and what seems to be a good bet as far as next weeks concerned. Oh who am I kidding? I pretty much buy it for the print ads. Sad, I know, but they give me warm fuzzies, one of the simpler joys in life.As I was flipping pages examining the print ads for various shows, I came across one for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107713055753071582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/107713055753071582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107713055753071582' title='TV&apos;s latest trend: Dumber isn&apos;t better.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106875411307942596</id><published>2003-11-26T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T12:20:58.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fatal Flaw, by Ephram Brown</title><summary type='text'>The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw: my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106875411307942596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106875411307942596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875411307942596' title='My Fatal Flaw, by Ephram Brown'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106875387751277851</id><published>2003-11-13T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T12:20:31.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Coffee House Conversations #1: Bally's Pilates Exercise thing</title><summary type='text'>Well, I promised I'd come back and talk about the exercise stuff I got for my birthday. So here I am. In it self it doesn't sound very interesting, and yes, there are plenty more interesting things going on in my life, however this has been a *cough* sore spot *cough* for over a week.Now, let's make this more fun, imagine you're at a great little coffee shop, and we're at a table for two, with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106875387751277851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106875387751277851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875387751277851' title='Our Coffee House Conversations #1: Bally&apos;s Pilates Exercise thing'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106875212193524792</id><published>2003-11-13T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T12:19:32.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is funny.</title><summary type='text'>Check this link out: LINK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106875212193524792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106875212193524792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875212193524792' title='Life is funny.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106861438229036326</id><published>2003-11-12T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T12:19:18.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Girls Are Weird, and other things in my life.</title><summary type='text'>I recently bought the book Why Girls Are Weird By Pamela Ribon. You may know her as Pamie whom writes the recaps for Gilmore Girls on Television Without Pity.It was such a good book. It was funny, and honest and it's the reason I'm writing. I felt guilty about neglecting my poor blog. I guess the truth is I haven't really had much to say lately.It's getting cold here. Although I'm told it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106861438229036326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106861438229036326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861438229036326' title='Why Girls Are Weird, and other things in my life.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106610329361273839</id><published>2003-10-13T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T12:18:52.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant number... I lost count, let's start over: 1.</title><summary type='text'>I am so pissed. My dad is such an asshole. I reinjured my back today. So tonight I'm thinking, oh maybe I can be in bed before 2am for the first night in a week. But noooo. Before I even get a chance to do what I need to do he comes running in wanting to look at home based businesses, at 11 fucking pm. I was like, whatever, and did it, only because it was for me. Then he's all "Oh that ones for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106610329361273839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106610329361273839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106610329361273839' title='Rant number... I lost count, let&apos;s start over: 1.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106563059391969565</id><published>2003-10-08T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T12:18:26.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fatal Flaw, by Ephram Brown</title><summary type='text'>The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw: my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106563059391969565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106563059391969565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106563059391969565' title='My Fatal Flaw, by Ephram Brown'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106538775256269601</id><published>2003-10-05T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T17:06:39.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't wanna be anything other than what I been tryin' to be lately. All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind. I don't wanna be anything other than what I been tryin' to be lately. All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind. I'm tired of lookin' round rooms wonderin' what I gotta do, or who I'm supposed to be. I don't wanna be anything other than me.I been on One </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106538775256269601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106538775256269601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106538775256269601' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106442554545993638</id><published>2003-09-24T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T11:01:52.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nate you'd better like this new layout.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106442554545993638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106442554545993638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106442554545993638' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106400765277474895</id><published>2003-09-19T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T12:17:55.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why My Life Sucks.</title><summary type='text'>Well today's f-in' sucked.1) I didn't get up until noon because I was dead tired.2) I woke up with a pulled groin muscle3) I got into a car accident where I scraped my knee against the glovebox, jammed my pinkine in the dashboard, and the seatbelt kicked my ass. Now everything from the waist up hurts like hell.4) My friend came today. Ladies, you know what I mean.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106400765277474895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106400765277474895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106400765277474895' title='Why My Life Sucks.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106392766989711066</id><published>2003-09-18T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T19:35:27.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I survived hurricane Isabel! Go me!Here's a new blend for Inspired's 1st Birthday:Also check out my website!Another Bend In The Road</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106392766989711066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106392766989711066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106392766989711066' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106269171621420686</id><published>2003-09-04T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T12:08:36.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For Happily Ever After:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106269171621420686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106269171621420686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106269171621420686' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106204328888796629</id><published>2003-08-28T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T00:05:00.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You match Jess. Your tastes are similiar to Rory's,with greater emphasis on punk and metal. Youalso seem to enjoy making showtunes references.'Fess up -- you really went back to New York tostar in a Broadway show, right? Gilmore Girls: Whose musical taste do you have? brought to you by QuizillaPeople like having you around; you're cheerful andknow what to say in any given situation. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106204328888796629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106204328888796629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106204328888796629' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106203769044106324</id><published>2003-08-27T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T22:28:10.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what song reminds me of Chad for some odd reason? This one:Cry On Demandby Ryan AdamsSo, it's how the story goes.And we come to the scene where I'm holding you close.She moves, moves like a thin dulling bladeCuts, all the words that I said.The only difference is,The only difference is,The truth -The truth is I miss you.Cry on demand.How'd you learn to?Cry on demand.Teach</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106203769044106324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106203769044106324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106203769044106324' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106191832988691644</id><published>2003-08-26T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T13:22:05.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't this blend for Blendorama gorgeous?I also just realized I forgot to show the add effects blend I made for Blendorama the other day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106191832988691644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106191832988691644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106191832988691644' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106186982295726040</id><published>2003-08-25T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T23:50:22.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently I need to say more than just "I met Chad Murray!" So how about:I met Chad Murray AND James Lafferty!Still not good enough? Okay how about:I met Chad Murray, James Lafferty and Hilarie Burton!STILL not good enough? Okay fine. This better be:I met Chad Murray, James Lafferty, Hilarie Burton, and a bunch of the other cast members when I was an extra yesterday! I got to hang out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106186982295726040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106186982295726040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106186982295726040' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106182163767563127</id><published>2003-08-25T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T10:27:17.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I met Chad Murray!I am so excited about that I also met a bunch of other stars from One Tree Hill, and they are some of the best people around I swear. Plus the guys have this tendancy to be really cute lol.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106182163767563127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106182163767563127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106182163767563127' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106157018333927541</id><published>2003-08-22T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T12:36:23.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I quit that job...But anyways, not the point... the point is:Gilmore Girls Season 4 Trailer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106157018333927541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106157018333927541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106157018333927541' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106143286535299229</id><published>2003-08-20T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T22:27:45.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New blend for Happily Ever After</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106143286535299229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106143286535299229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106143286535299229' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106130453058236021</id><published>2003-08-19T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T10:48:50.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For hating it, and not wanting it, I'm pretty good at this job.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106130453058236021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106130453058236021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106130453058236021' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106122006397623947</id><published>2003-08-18T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T11:21:03.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must be going crazy.All these voices in my head.I got one like a devil on my shoulder.This is what it said."Can you look me in the eye, and tell me that you're happy now?"It sounds suspiciously like Michelle Branch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106122006397623947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106122006397623947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106122006397623947' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106115663410391361</id><published>2003-08-17T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T17:44:39.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm literally starting to feel sick about this whole thing. It's driving me batty and I'm about to break. There's a me inside of me, an inner voice if you will. It's becoming white noise because it's screaming. The inner me is well actually inner me can say multiple things at once, isn't it lucky. Mostly it's SCREAMING. But it's also saying things like "No No No No NOOOOOOOOOOOOO." and "I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106115663410391361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106115663410391361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106115663410391361' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106108914804049221</id><published>2003-08-16T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T23:00:19.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't like realizing I'm fucked. (not literally of course.) Because that's what I am. Fucked.Well, that's not entirely true. After Monday I will most likely be fucked. Royally. Screwed beyond belief. Why?Because I have a crap job I start Monday. I don't want it, I hate that I took it (kind of.) I want a different one.There's the rub!See I also register for classes Monday. I planned on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106108914804049221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106108914804049221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106108914804049221' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106091553967918759</id><published>2003-08-14T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T22:50:30.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a little fuzzy because I'm soooooooo tired... so bear with me.I woke up at 6:30am because I had to leave with mom and dad in order to be to the college by 8:30 to take my ASSET test. When I got there, I found out I'd read it wrong, and the test was at 2pm. (Don't ask.) So that sucked. Then while I was taking my test, dad decided that would be an oppourtune time to prowl the One Tree Hill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106091553967918759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106091553967918759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106091553967918759' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106074281950887527</id><published>2003-08-12T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T22:46:59.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1) The O.C. ROCKS.2) New blend for Blendorama</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106074281950887527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106074281950887527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106074281950887527' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106070825846474063</id><published>2003-08-12T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T13:57:18.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Tree Hill Trailer 2BTW, I'm going to be an extra on the show</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106070825846474063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106070825846474063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106070825846474063' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106011554942275409</id><published>2003-08-05T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T16:32:29.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Blend for Happily Ever After</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106011554942275409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106011554942275409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106011554942275409' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106011122277831380</id><published>2003-08-05T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T15:20:22.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Tree Hill Trailer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106011122277831380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106011122277831380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106011122277831380' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106004584522539542</id><published>2003-08-04T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T21:10:45.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Achievement is the best medicine, and boy did I achieve. I just checked Blendorama and lookie lookie!Award for my Kiley Dean blend:Gold, YAY!Award for my Tomb Raider blend:Creative, of course it is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106004584522539542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106004584522539542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106004584522539542' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-106004574055442901</id><published>2003-08-04T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T21:09:00.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hurt my back at work today. So that sucks. They got me on muscle relaxers. But they ain't relaxin' yet...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106004574055442901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/106004574055442901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106004574055442901' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-105958824588780815</id><published>2003-07-30T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T14:04:05.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got that job, and already worked once! They were shorthanded last night, so they called me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105958824588780815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105958824588780815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105958824588780815' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-105949226543649115</id><published>2003-07-29T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T11:24:25.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have that job interview today.Wish me luck! I really want this job.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105949226543649115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105949226543649115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105949226543649115' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-105933707059034178</id><published>2003-07-27T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T16:17:50.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's some blends I did. Both are for Blendorama. The first one is an Add Effects challenge.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105933707059034178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105933707059034178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105933707059034178' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-105932806094944309</id><published>2003-07-27T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T13:47:40.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a job.... thingy!! So exciting. I mean, it's only Food Lion but hey, it's money. And right now I so cannot afford to be picky. The lady called and asked if I could do Saturdays and Sundays and I said yes (like I said, I'm not picky right now.) Then she asked me to come in Tuesday at 8am, and I said okay. She told me to bring my drivers lisence and social security card!It sounds like she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105932806094944309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105932806094944309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105932806094944309' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-105898767016631242</id><published>2003-07-23T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T15:45:50.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday night Lightning hit our house.... It fried my Ethernet card, my phone, my Nintendo 64, our copier, and our air conditioner.Life sucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105898767016631242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105898767016631242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105898767016631242' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042625.post-105785863773653448</id><published>2003-07-10T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T13:38:15.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A late happy birthday wish to Milo Ventimiglia!! Hope it was a good one.Aside from that, my interview went pretty good yesterday. Cross your fingers for me!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105785863773653448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042625/posts/default/105785863773653448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentbutnotbroken.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105785863773653448' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629556503226050371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
