<?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-23121483</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:16:32.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Kitty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115835826682208205</id><published>2006-09-15T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:11:06.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Friends</title><content type='html'>Well folks, it's been a long and bumpy road but I'm going to close TPK down. I started this here blog back in the early summer of '04 to experience this whole blogging thing and I did. It's been cool and I liked meeting new people and making new friends. But, it's time to say good bye to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fear not friends! For I have a new blog that's more focused and available elsewhere (ha, in your face blogger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're interested in following me to my new diggs (and you're cool enough that I'll let you) email me at thepinkkitty_AT_gmail_DOT_com. Hopefully that gets rid of spammers ... if not, originial gangsta mail (g-mail!) has pretty good spam filters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Angie of Blue Shoes for this rockin' site design! It kicked ass for the duration of it's life on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye all, it's been swell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115835826682208205?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115835826682208205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115835826682208205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115835826682208205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115835826682208205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbye-friends.html' title='Goodbye Friends'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115833387224943619</id><published>2006-09-15T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T08:24:32.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to COMPLETELY Annoy Me</title><content type='html'>1. Have the bus driver of my bus I take to work suddenly SLAM on the breaks pitching everyone forward. For those people standing (i.e. ME), this means suddenly throw us off balance and let us struggle to not fall over and to not spill our VERY HOT coffee all over ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have me update my iTunes to version 7 to take advantage of all the latest features. Then have me update my iPod so it too can take advantage of the latest upgrades. Thus, when skipping song as I used to do ALL THE TIME, my iPod can FREEZE leaving me to face the workday with NO MUSIC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the second thing annoys me the most! I keep looking at my iPod in hopes that it suddenly decided to unfreeze but no, there it is, all lit up showing a stupid song that I was trying to skip because it doesn't select songs randomly enough on the "shuffle songs" settings. My only hope is that the battery will die soon and shut the damn thing off. it's frozen with the light on so I hope it happens soon. why the hell doesn't Apple add an off switch. The pause button isn't cutting it right now for me. Fucking iPod piece of crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm only frustrated right now, normally I *heart* my iPod!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115833387224943619?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115833387224943619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115833387224943619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115833387224943619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115833387224943619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-completely-annoy-me.html' title='How to COMPLETELY Annoy Me'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115807285918329465</id><published>2006-09-12T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T07:54:19.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Showtime!</title><content type='html'>I've been absent from blogging for a bit because work has been busy, school has been busy and I was busy this weeking boozin' on a boat. Today Apple will be announcing something. Not sure what but you can bet that I'll be checking out my sources religiously until I know everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have much today but just wanted to say hello to all the internets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115807285918329465?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115807285918329465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115807285918329465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115807285918329465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115807285918329465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-showtime.html' title='It&apos;s Showtime!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115752022788768745</id><published>2006-09-05T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:23:47.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons From Today</title><content type='html'>1. I have the best roomie eva. She picked up my anti-baby method because I was stuck attending a team dinner. Now there will be hot lurvin' but no mini-The Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I do not like Oysters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I do not like anchovies (and they probably wouldn't be good to have on top of lesson #2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I DO like Heirloom Tomatoes. TASTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If something is orange and has the consistency of a creamy, cheesey sauce, it probably IS a creamy, cheesey type of sauce and I should not eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A cab/car service ride home for three people from a work team dinner for only $20 is a good deal but it does mean that it will be a crazy ride home. I did not feel well after eating the aforementioned lesson 2, 3 and 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I need better bathroom reading materials/activities. (See lesson 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I think that one day, diary really will be the death of me. Thank god I was smart enough and said no to the dessert cheese platter and ice cream. Clearly I'm not a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up for tomorrow? Running, work and then class. And maybe a little project runway action. Thursday will be more of the same and Friday I intend to revist the Lyon street stairs and run up and down them at least 5 times (last time I could only do three times). I should bring my camera and take a picture...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115752022788768745?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115752022788768745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115752022788768745&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115752022788768745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115752022788768745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/09/lessons-from-today_05.html' title='Lessons From Today'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115749704255811226</id><published>2006-09-05T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:57:22.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog</title><content type='html'>Sorry internets, I've been really busy with school and work. I hope things simmer down soon. And I hope y'all have been missing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to some fun changes 'round these parts during the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115749704255811226?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115749704255811226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115749704255811226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115749704255811226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115749704255811226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115698060013189235</id><published>2006-08-30T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:30:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question for the Internets?</title><content type='html'>Is my blog all F***ed up? I think it needs some help, ever since blogger added some new features....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115698060013189235?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115698060013189235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115698060013189235&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115698060013189235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115698060013189235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/question-for-internets.html' title='Question for the Internets?'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115695542160446614</id><published>2006-08-30T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T09:30:23.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow... Wednesday Already?</title><content type='html'>Thank God! I can't wait for the long weekend. I'm not doing much this upcoming weekend, just relaxing. I'll probably do some homework, go for a bike ride (20 miles), sleep, do a little Greek Festin', you know, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I wanted to write about and draw attention is how much I love the first day of school. For one, I took the M train out to state and it was awesomely packed as it usually is but this time it was packed with the extra special addition of college freshmen that had come downtown to do some shopping. They're clearly the out-of-towners because they stupidly go downtown for shopping and try to come back during commute hours. They're the same freshmen you see wandering around state in shorts, flip-flops and SFSU sweatshirts because they didn't realize that the picture of State looking sunny and pretty was taken on the one day that it's sunny in the Sunset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love about the first day of school is the hodgepodge of students. State has such a great mix of students because it's a State school and you get a lot of different type of people there. There's always the surly grad students who've just come from a long day of working and look tired and worn. Then there's the non-surly grad students who often look like Shit Ass Ho Motherfuckers (i.e. Stay At Home Moms). A lot of them wear clothes with animals embroidered on them. They're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the freshmen who are often annoying because they're lost and don't know what to do. There are a bunch who are from the city and just go about their business (they're my favorite becase they get it). Then there are the international kids who don't really speak english. They huddle together in groups and laugh and smoke ciggarettes despite state's attempts to become a smoke free campus. There are the upperclassmen saying hello to one another after a summer, catching up on who's done what and who has what classes. All in all, a lot of different types of people from a lot of different backgrounds that make for a fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, well, I'm a surly grad-student. obviously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115695542160446614?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115695542160446614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115695542160446614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115695542160446614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115695542160446614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow-wednesday-already.html' title='Wow... Wednesday Already?'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115678445979748542</id><published>2006-08-28T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T10:00:59.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeep!</title><content type='html'>* school starts today. Scary! Back to homework, tests, papers, mid terms and the like. wow, where the heck did summer go? oh well, if I plow through this year, I'll be writing my masters thesis during the summer and then I will have a fancy MBA. oo fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The boy and I will turn two years old this fall. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I rode 15 miles yesterday. no biggie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115678445979748542?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115678445979748542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115678445979748542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115678445979748542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115678445979748542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/eeep.html' title='Eeep!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115656104146233198</id><published>2006-08-25T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:00:10.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed - Opera</title><content type='html'>For reasons I can't divulge here, I recenlty became acquainted with Opera version 9. I had never really heard all that much about Opera other than it was another browser. I was never really interested in it either. I mean, I use safari on the precious and firefox on my evil machine at work, I've never really had a reason or room in my life for Opera. So, after hearing so much about it I decided to download it and check it out. Afterall, I figured it couldn't be any worse that that POS Internet Explorer. So I downloaded Opera on my work computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later I downloaded Opera 9 for my Mac. I now think that Opera is the best browser EVER. I don't think I'll ever go back to IE unless i have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it so great? The different tools and functionalities! you get tabbed browsing, personalization (different skins!), widgets within your browser (works well for work, at home I use my Dashboard Widgets), better bookmarking system, better toolbars, it comes with a google search bar in the corner and a very helpful search tool that helps you search for specific text on a page. The searching for text on a page is sooo helpful for what I do and for scanning through research for school. I just can't say enough about how COOL Opera is. So very, very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. it renders my blog properly which safari doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115656104146233198?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115656104146233198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115656104146233198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115656104146233198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115656104146233198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/obsessed-opera.html' title='Obsessed - Opera'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115651733574888910</id><published>2006-08-25T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:48:55.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Early Day</title><content type='html'>Today marks the third day that I was in the office by 7am (yesterday I was here at 5:50). It's sort of not cool but whatever. All I really have to say about these early mornings and driving to work is, damn Hipster cyclists!!!!!! why don't you eat something so you can pedal faster! and just because you have a bike, does not mean you know how to ride it. get out of my lane and i hate your stupid black pants, they are the epitome of average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115651733574888910?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115651733574888910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115651733574888910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115651733574888910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115651733574888910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-early-day.html' title='Another Early Day'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115642877857995518</id><published>2006-08-24T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T07:14:57.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Careers and Marriage</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Spacekitten (Who's blog is down now) sent me a link to the &lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/home/2006/08/23/Marriage-Careers-Divorce_cx_mn_land.html"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; by Forbes. Basically Michael Noer wrote a story based on studies that show that career women have a negative effect on marraige. Today, Elizabeth Corcoran has her response up to his and I think she's right on the money. Though I'm not married, I know  that any relationship (friends, BFF's, boyfriends, family members etc.) is about both parties putting in effort and both parties growing and changing together. People need to grow, people get bored and that's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that Elizabeth did not address that I definitely thought was worth mentioning is that I think men might be the cause of a lot of the reasons marriages with career women might fail. Men like to be needed and they don't like to change. If men aren't the sole bread winners in a family then they have to find something else to be needed about and that gets back to the fact that men don't like to change. Men don't like the idea that women might trade them in for a younger, more virile model but guess what buddy! men have been and continue to do that ALL THE TIME! Men often only want what they can't have and they can be a royal pain. This is not to say that women are perfect, women can be downright bitchy sometimes (except me, I AM perfect). Need concrete examples? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was a wee one, my mom had to go to work because our family didn't have enough money. I grew up getting my sister out of bed and ready for school because my dad was too lazy to get out of bed in the morning. My mom started working at a different company where she excelled and slowly started go make more money. When she started making more money than my dad, she started working out more and just doing more with her life. My dad decided that he was not happy and he wanted a divorce. He moved out, family life (which wasn't great to begin with) was ripped apart. My dad married some philippino slut-bag who was in her early 20s (I was 19 at the time, GROSS). My dad brings said slut to America. Said slut makes a big fat stink all the time and my sister and I rarely see our dad. Then the ho-bag decides she wants to have kids despite the fact that she has a bastard son that she left in the philippeans. So, there's my dad, old and broken and poor with his worhtless wife and his two new kids. He can't afford the life that he has created for himself so do you think he put the skank to work? Nope! Because he was afraid that if the skank started working, she'd replace him and he'd be all alone again. So he packed up the family and moved to the philippeans. And that's what I call irony, the ho-bag wanted to come to america and married what she thought was a "rich" white man who'd take care of her only to end up back where she came from living on a farm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad never even said goodbye to my sister and i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's neither here nor there, My point is that he was afraid that he'd get dumped again. and why shouldn't he have been? He was lazy and lame. The role that self-confidence plays in a relation is so important and too often men look for external things to validate them whereas women work hard and know that they kick ass. And that's probably why marriages where both parties work can be rocky. Not because the woman has a career but because she's changing and growing and learning more and the man is stagnant and unsure what to do with himself. When both parties grow together, that's surely a marriage that's going to last and be exciting and fulfilling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as a side note, when is having two incomes into a household a bad thing? I always thought that more money was better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115642877857995518?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115642877857995518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115642877857995518&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115642877857995518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115642877857995518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/careers-and-marriage.html' title='Careers and Marriage'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115634145109612233</id><published>2006-08-23T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T06:57:31.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 6:50am In CA</title><content type='html'>and I'm at work so I can take notes for a call. Damn time differences. Can't people elsewhere just adjust to sleeping in the day and working through the night so that everyone is on the same time frame as CA? weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting much, don't feel like posting much right now. I do have some good post ideas coming up though so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts next monday. life is about to get a little shitty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115634145109612233?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115634145109612233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115634145109612233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115634145109612233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115634145109612233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-650am-in-ca.html' title='It&apos;s 6:50am In CA'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115600590073218947</id><published>2006-08-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:45:00.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess...</title><content type='html'>Guess where I was this morning at 7:30 am? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not coming home from a late night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not getting coffee or breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not working out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I was at the DMV for the Saturday appointments. That's right, the DMV. I hate the DMV. I thought that I'd be the only person there at 7:30 but the line was already forming!!! However, I won't bitch anymore cos I was out by 8:20. That means waiting aside, I was only at the DMV for only 20 minutes and for me, that's a personal record! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday, it's time to drink some beer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115600590073218947?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115600590073218947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115600590073218947&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115600590073218947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115600590073218947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/guess.html' title='Guess...'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115574444763048454</id><published>2006-08-16T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:07:27.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Your Help</title><content type='html'>So blogger world, I need your help as it were. My face is breaking out on just one side! At first I thought it was stress (and it probably was). Since last Thursday, work has not seemed so bad and stressful and so that's eliminated that. Plus, I'm working out enough that I just don't care. I also thought it was hormones but things are back to normal in that area. I thought that maybe, it was my pillowcase since I sleep on that side so I changed that and still, I feel like I'm 13 again! I haven't changed lotions, face washes or make-up or anything like that. I'm eating like I normally do and I've been trying to cut down the amount of sugar I consume. I don't touch my face that often and I don't wear any fragrant junk on my face. I don't know what's going on! So Internets, I need your help. Advice? And does anyone have any suggestions for ultimate zit-zapping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115574444763048454?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115574444763048454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115574444763048454&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115574444763048454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115574444763048454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-your-help.html' title='I Need Your Help'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115565732341301920</id><published>2006-08-15T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T08:55:23.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>- Crazy busy at work? - Check&lt;br /&gt;- Crazy busy with training? - Check&lt;br /&gt;- Crazy freaking out about school starting in two weeks? - Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I just have to remember to breathe and that in the end, all the exercising and training is probably helping me maintain my sanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone else out there in the blogosphere doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115565732341301920?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115565732341301920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115565732341301920&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115565732341301920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115565732341301920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115522489719997558</id><published>2006-08-10T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T08:48:17.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Rant</title><content type='html'>Excuse me while I rant a moment about fellow lap swimmers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it's easy to go out and get a cap and googles and a suit and go to lap swimming does not mean that all of you out there are good swimmers. Don't get in the *fast* lane if you are not *fast*. This means that if you require fins to swim at the speed of the other swimmers in the lane, you should not be in that lane. If you don't really know how to do a flip turn but pretend to do one anyways, just make sure you stay the hell out of my lane. If the swimmers are circle swimming, DO NOT SWIM ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE LANE!!!! And don't push off the wall on the wrong side of the lane because you are an idiot and insist on doing a flip turn when you're really just making an ass out of yourself. And finally, to all those male swimmers out there with big fat egos, let me pass. Don't swim faster because I'm behind you and I'm a woman, let me go first. I can assure you that considering that I have swam competitively since the age of 11, I am faster than you. I will go around you and probably kick you in process because I'm mean like that. Just get over yourself and your stupid racing suit and let me go first(I HATE it when slow swimmers wear the fancy racing suits for LAP SWIM!!!! these people are IDIOTS!). And to you, frumpy pink cap lady, the purpose of lap swim is to SWIM, not chat. If you come to the pool to chat with your fellow frumpster, stay out of my lane. I'm in training and your interference with my workout means that my 3200 yards that should take an hour at most, takes much longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115522489719997558?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115522489719997558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115522489719997558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115522489719997558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115522489719997558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/swimming-rant.html' title='Swimming Rant'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115513795165488508</id><published>2006-08-09T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:39:11.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>I used to be a very negative person. I'm trying really hard to not be that negative girl anymore but sometimes it's very difficult to keep your head up when your professional life is in the shitter. I'm a ball of nerves, afraid that every email that comes through is something else that I've done wrong. It sucks. But, I will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, school starts in less than 20 days. I'm taking three classes this semester and I'm kind of not looking forward to having no life. At least I know it will get me closer to that shiny MBA goal in less time. I'm close enough that I ought to begin brainstorming ideas for my masters thesis but I really don't want to think about writing some huge-ass paper. weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be scarce for the next few days as blogging will have to take a back-seat to everything else. Not that it would matter because I haven't really written anything worthwhile here in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115513795165488508?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115513795165488508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115513795165488508&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115513795165488508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115513795165488508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes_09.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115496559409185833</id><published>2006-08-07T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:46:39.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sick</title><content type='html'>I am home sick from work today. Aside from feeling poopey, this is great! TNT in the daytime is awesome. Charmed and then ER! sa-weet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115496559409185833?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115496559409185833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115496559409185833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115496559409185833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115496559409185833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-sick.html' title='Home Sick'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115470645088779049</id><published>2006-08-04T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T08:47:30.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Friday</title><content type='html'>It's Friday and boy am I happy about that! I don't have much to say except that I watched some good CSI re-runs last night and made some dinner. CSI is a great show. There are three shows right now that I will always watch if on (not counting Simpsons, Futurama, Family Guy or King of the Hill):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Veronica Mars - I cannot wait until season 2 comes out on DVD. I'm so going to buy it and have a VM marathon. And, I can't wait until the fall season starts! VM and my TV boyfriend together again! Veronica is the only person I don't mind sharing my TV boyfriend with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Project Runway - I just got hooked last week. I missed this week's episode so don't tell me who get's kicked off! I think they play re-runs on Sunday so I'm going to catch that. I love that this reality show is about skill, knowledge, creativity and fashion. Kind of like a more mature ANTM (which I loved until it got all popular and Tyra started talking too much. I can't fathom how anyone can watch her talk show either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* CSI Re-runs (Las Vegas) - All I have to say is thank god for the Spike TV channel. They play CSI re-runs from 7 to 9pm. A great thing to watch while cooking dinner or just relaxing. I love me some good crime solving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115470645088779049?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115470645088779049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115470645088779049&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115470645088779049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115470645088779049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/friday-friday.html' title='Friday Friday'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115462425789119518</id><published>2006-08-03T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T09:57:37.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Boys are too cute. I love how they dance around "feminine issues" because they're torn by wanting to know, being supportive, and being totally grossed out. Last night The Boy and I were doing *stuff* and afterwards, not all was right in the world of my lady parts. They were sort of burney and I had to pee three times. I was terrified it was a dreaded UTI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... I'm just sort of... burney. I'm going to go rinse off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*comes back from my rinse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so, uh.. are you feeling better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, a little"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong? What do you think it is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looking dubious* "Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, based on the way it feels and considering that I ran on Tuesday and then hung out in my sweaty running clothes, it could either be a return of the Thrush or a UTI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh..." *scoots away a bit on the bed as if it were contagious*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this morning, I get an email from him asking how I'm doing and if "my feminine parts are ok".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that he's concerned about me while still being afraid of my lady parts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115462425789119518?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115462425789119518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115462425789119518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115462425789119518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115462425789119518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115453693708197449</id><published>2006-08-02T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T09:44:57.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are All Bloggers Equal?</title><content type='html'>In my line of work, I spend a good amount of time reading about Web 2.0 technologies and blogging. Some of the people that be feel that citizen empowerment is a good thing and that enabling all people to have a blog and a voice is a step away from corporate media. Others worry about the effects of citizen journalism because lets be honest here, not all blogs are created equal. I'm often torn between the two opinions because while I like having the power to blog, I often feel that not all people should have this power. I mean, if you click that "next blog" button up there, you will run through some of the crappiest-crap available on the internet. Just because people can blog doesn't mean that they should. But on the other hand, who the hell am I to think that I have more to say and more of a right to blog than anyone else? And if a blog sucks, doesn't mean that I have to read it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the things that really makes me feel that not all people are equal in the blogging realm is the fact that many people don't have any sense of blogging manners and they don't fully understand what putting one's personal life on the Blogosphere really means. For example, many people start a blog as a personal release for their thoughts and such. However, they get all bent out of shape if someone comments in a way they don't like. Hello! If you don't want people to comment on your thoughts or to judge you on your personal blog, then don't enable commenting. Also, don't be shocked if/when someone you know in real life recognizes your blog. People also seem to feel shocked and violated if an employer finds, shuts down and/or fires one for their blog. What you put up on the internet is out there for all to see and that all includes ones employer. Too many people don't understand that and don't really think the whole blogging thing through enough. There are many other reasons that I think blogging should be best left to the pros but I intend to keep those reasons to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there are many great things about all different types of people around the world contributing to the Blogosphere. For one, you "meet" different people from different walks of life through blogging and in some cases, the types of people that you probably would never get to know in real life. The different opinions around the blogosphere make for interesting conversation and the different level of web-building skill make the blogosphere a smorgasbord of expression and art. Some blogs are so dang funny that you know you will laugh and they provide a place for you to go when you really need a laugh. Others are more thoughtful and provide a place for you read and really think about what's been written and to share in a discussion. Some are basically free porn for all those pervs out there. Others are shitty and they provide a basis for comparison where one can say, "ha, at least my blog is better than this pile". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, who am I to say that my blog is better than anyone elses? No one (except that I do know that my blog rules because I rule!). I think it will be interesting to see how this here blogging and Web 2.0 thing plays out. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115453693708197449?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115453693708197449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115453693708197449&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115453693708197449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115453693708197449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/are-all-bloggers-equal.html' title='Are All Bloggers Equal?'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115444710645159169</id><published>2006-08-01T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T08:47:28.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truths</title><content type='html'>There are certain truths in life such as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man of large fortune must be in want of a wife"... Not really. More like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a truth universally acknowledged that hot members of the opposite sex drive one to work out much harder than they would if they were on their own".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, last night I devised a kick-ass swim set for me and my roomie. I was stoked to swim said set because it was a quick way to get to 3100 yards for the day. We began the set and I became instantly aggravated by the other lap swimmers in my lane and near close to saying F it all, I'm getting out to go sit in the hot tub. Well, Masters practice finally ended (BTW, my set was waaaayyyy better than theirs and more yardage so in your face masters swim team!) and we moved over to swim with Hot Swim Coach. We've chatted with Hot Swim Coach before but my two friends who met him in normal clothes and dry couldn't understand the hotness. Then last night the roomie and I swam with him and Hot Swim Coach does the Speedo justice. Damn! Not only was he hot but he was fast so for the last time through our main set, I pushed myself much harder than I would have before. It was great and I felt that we had a great swim. And I owe it all to hot swim coach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of this story? If you're having trouble motivating yourself to really tough out a hard work-out, find a hot workout buddy and take it from there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115444710645159169?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115444710645159169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115444710645159169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115444710645159169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115444710645159169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/08/truths.html' title='Truths'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115438318577869451</id><published>2006-07-31T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:59:45.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tub Tub</title><content type='html'>I have recently come to the conclusion that sugar is the devil. With this new training regement for the mini-triathlon, I have been working out a lot more, eating more healthily and still, I am a tub. I don't get it so the only explanation I can think of is that sugar is the devil. I put approximately three spoonfuls into my coffee every morning. I'm guessing that sugar is the root of my weight retention. I have no factual basis for this but the pounds need to go so unfortunately the sugar needs to. I've decided to cut down on sugars but I'm still debating about sugar vs. Equal. As nasty as it sounds, I prefer Equal. Two packets will sweeten my coffee right up! But in the end, is sugar all that much worse than Equal? Are the calories worse than the chemicals? I can't decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115438318577869451?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115438318577869451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115438318577869451&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115438318577869451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115438318577869451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/tub-tub.html' title='Tub Tub'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115411045045378532</id><published>2006-07-28T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:14:10.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>This week has been a pretty low-point for me in my professional life. I'm not going to write about it because I don't have much to say that's good and my mother did teach me that if I don't have anything good to say then I should say anything at all. All I will  say is that this week's events do make me question if I am as smart as I think I am. I'm really beginning to doubt myself. I do know that all I can do is face everything head-on, be tough and just work harder to prove myself. I WILL kick ass and conquer all this. And when it's all over, I will turn around and say, "IN YOUR FACE!" to the parties that are causing me to doubt myself. Especially when I get my MBA, I will slap that degree right in their faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've got new reality show addiction: Project Runway. What a great blend of reality TV with creativity and a real purpose. This show takes real wanna be designers, gives them real design challenges where they have to prove their creativity and ability to get things done. It rocks. I can't wait to find out who's kicked out next week and not because of the challenge! wheee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115411045045378532?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115411045045378532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115411045045378532&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115411045045378532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115411045045378532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115385258541332483</id><published>2006-07-25T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:36:25.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TPK's Fashion Rules to Live By</title><content type='html'>As I suffered on my bus ride from hell this morning, I pondered if there were absolutes in the fashion world. I realized that there are and here are my personal favorite fashion rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are a person of a larger stature, avoid wearing very tight white pants. Cellulite is easily seen through white pants and it's not "hot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you cannot walk in very tall heels, don't bother. You look stupider than you would if you wore lower heels and walked normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It is very important to wear pants the appropriate size and length for your figure. Cramming onself into too small pants is bad (camel-toe anyone?) as is too-short pants. I don't want to see some guy's pasty, hairy leg because his pants are too short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Unless you are a hippie or Kevin Federline, socks and sandals don't mix. I personally hate the way tights and open toed shoes look and I feel that they should also not be comined. Wear pumps instead if you must wear tights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Leggings belong in the 80's, at the gym or yoga classes, not under your fancy dresses or skirts. It's 2006 people, not 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gaucho pants should be burned and never worn. They are ugly pants and a complete eyesore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Horizontal stripes make you look wider. Be wary of horizontal stripes and wear with caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you are going to wear animal print of some kind, only wear one piece of animal print clothing and make sure that your other items match. Note: Leopard print works very well with black but does not work so well with bright yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. sunless tanning is great. unless you turn orange. which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Just because some people look OK in aviator sunglasses does not mean that all people can wear them equally as well. Chose eyewear that fits and flatters your face, not shapes that are currently trendy. You will look so much better if you have classic frames that fit your face than if you try and slap the most current trend eyewear on your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115385258541332483?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115385258541332483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115385258541332483&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115385258541332483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115385258541332483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/tpks-fashion-rules-to-live-by.html' title='TPK&apos;s Fashion Rules to Live By'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115379458002099814</id><published>2006-07-24T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:29:40.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Those Days</title><content type='html'>today was one of those days...long and extremely vexing. i'm home, listening to one of &lt;a href="http://www.townesvanzandt.com/"&gt;the best song writers ever&lt;/a&gt; and tasting salty tears. no one writes quite like townes does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no stronger wind than the one that blows&lt;br /&gt;Down a lonesome railroad line&lt;br /&gt;No prettier sight than looking back&lt;br /&gt;On a town you left behind&lt;br /&gt;There is nothin thats as real&lt;br /&gt;As a love thats in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill be here in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill be here for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres lots of things along the road&lt;br /&gt;Id surely like to see&lt;br /&gt;Id like to lean into the wind&lt;br /&gt;And tell myself Im free&lt;br /&gt;But your softest whispers louder&lt;br /&gt;Than the highways call to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill be here in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill be here for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the mountains and the rivers&lt;br /&gt;And the valleys cant compare&lt;br /&gt;To your blue lit dancin eyes&lt;br /&gt;And yellow shining hair&lt;br /&gt;I could never hit the open road&lt;br /&gt;And leave you layin there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill be here in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill be here for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay your head back easy, love,&lt;br /&gt;Close your cryin eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill be layin here beside you&lt;br /&gt;When the sun comes on the rise&lt;br /&gt;Ill stay as long as the cuckoo wails&lt;br /&gt;And the lonesome bluejay cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill be here in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill be here for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll Be Here in The Morning", Townes Van Zant (I'm listening to the version on Rear View Mirror, volume 2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115379458002099814?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115379458002099814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115379458002099814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115379458002099814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115379458002099814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of Those Days'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115375686915692922</id><published>2006-07-24T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:01:09.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>I didn't melt this weekend. In fact, I even managed to get out, drink some beer and get some color on my otherwise pasty white legs. score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot here this weekend though, hot hot hot! I like hot weather, it just sucked at night because it would be cool outside but too loud to keep the windows open all the way so sleeping was tough. But I enjoyed this weekend. I had a good time and I went to Tour de Fat and it was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115375686915692922?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115375686915692922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115375686915692922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115375686915692922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115375686915692922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115349903238549924</id><published>2006-07-21T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:23:52.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>Dear Garbagemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've got a really important job and that you have to pick up garbage on a daily basis. I know that sometimes, your job must really stink (ha! I'm so funny... not). But do you have to park right outside my house when you collect the garbage? Because honestly, it's noisy and it drives me crazy because I'm forced awake much earlier than my alarm would have me get up and I don't like it. Park at the other end of the street, where there are restaurants and not sleeping people. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;TPK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115349903238549924?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115349903238549924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115349903238549924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115349903238549924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115349903238549924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115343318399956923</id><published>2006-07-20T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:06:24.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She works Hard for the Money........</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at my desk, doing my boss' expenses while eating strawberries (part of my lunch) and drinking champagne (part of a work celebration). Dang I'm hard at work ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115343318399956923?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115343318399956923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115343318399956923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115343318399956923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115343318399956923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-works-hard-for-money.html' title='She works Hard for the Money........'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115340647139841469</id><published>2006-07-20T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:41:11.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lovelies</title><content type='html'>mmmm... shiny white gadgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/1600/DSCF0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/320/DSCF0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Precious, the Mini-Precious, the Lite-Precious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115340647139841469?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115340647139841469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115340647139841469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115340647139841469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115340647139841469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/lovelies.html' title='The Lovelies'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115336906660159146</id><published>2006-07-19T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:17:46.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hurting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned a pair of my 7's into cut-offs.... I NEVER wear shorts so I don't know why I just did this. Maybe it was temporary insanity from the heat? I figured that since they already had a giant hole in the inner thigh that was spreading to the back, cut-offs weren't such a bad idea. For some reason it's painful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115336906660159146?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115336906660159146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115336906660159146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115336906660159146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115336906660159146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/hurting.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115332902397769042</id><published>2006-07-19T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T10:10:23.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to say other than things have sort of been in the "crap" category lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work = crap&lt;br /&gt;training = crap&lt;br /&gt;diet = crap&lt;br /&gt;hair = crap and gray (need roots died ASAP!)&lt;br /&gt;spilling coffee on my shirt this am = crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, crap-tastic. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to change something here to get my mojo back and to get out of the crap category. I just don't know what...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115332902397769042?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115332902397769042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115332902397769042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115332902397769042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115332902397769042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115323913365391041</id><published>2006-07-18T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T09:12:13.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo</title><content type='html'>* The giants sucked last night. So did the people we sat next to but it was still fun to go see a game with The Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It's looking like it might be a kind of sucky day. At least it's sunny out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115323913365391041?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115323913365391041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115323913365391041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115323913365391041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115323913365391041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/boo.html' title='Boo'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115314996902717741</id><published>2006-07-17T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:26:09.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know Where the F you are?</title><content type='html'>You're in the jungle baby! Wake up, it's time to dieeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a little G n' R to start a morning. I've got nothing today except for the fact that I got on my bike for the first time this weekend to begin the bike training for the triathlon. All I can say about that is that I rode 6 miles in stifling heat and I wanted to die. I'm so out of bike shape it's pathetic and I'm scared that I won't be able to ride 15 miles by September. My ass hurts today and I feel like a moron because I'm afraid of my bike. At least I'm kicking but in the swimming department. I've been out of the pool since February and I'm easily keeping about a 1:28 pace for my 100's which isn't too bad. I've only been swimming for about two weeks so I can only go up from here! (well, I guess it's actually down since at my peak I kept about a 1:19 pace for practice and that's technically less than 1:28)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115314996902717741?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115314996902717741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115314996902717741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115314996902717741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115314996902717741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-you-know-where-f-you-are.html' title='Do You Know Where the F you are?'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115290140789201817</id><published>2006-07-14T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:23:27.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do We Hate Corporations?</title><content type='html'>Today I spent my morning reading some news for one of our clients and I began to wonder why we hate certain corporations. I mean, do we hate them because they've directly influenced our lives? because they are pure evil? because it's "cool" to hate them? or because they actually conduct business strategically and grow bigger than their competitors? It certainly made me think. I thought about how much I dislike Microsoft. I asked myself, do I hate Microsoft because they're a large corporation? Because their Xbox 360 is in competition with my Nintendo Wii? Because their "Zune" thingie is supposed to be an iPod killer? Because they're in competition with Apple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my PC crashed two times in a row. TWO TIMES!!!!!!!!!! &amp;(($&amp;)@#*&amp;*&amp;#^(*@&amp;!(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered, oh yes, this is why I hate Microsoft, their shitty OS and programs! In my humble, somewhat technically uninformed eyes, Microsoft does not innovate, they take over and steal (I remember! I used to have to use MS DOS! WTF! I never understood as a kid why I had to type stuff when I could point and click on the old family Mac). And now, they're bringing out an iPod killer? I don't care how much certain people hate Apple and their DRM and iTunes, I hope that their Zune thingie fails and fails miserably. And that it crashes as much as my faulty PC. POS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115290140789201817?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115290140789201817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115290140789201817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115290140789201817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115290140789201817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-do-we-hate-corporations.html' title='Why Do We Hate Corporations?'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115289304755367419</id><published>2006-07-14T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T09:04:07.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farmerbrown</title><content type='html'>Last night I ventured deep into the homeland of crackheads and homeless people (otherwise known as the Tenderloin) to eat at an AWESOME restaurant: &lt;a href="http://www.farmerbrownsf.com/index.html"&gt;farmerbrown.&lt;/a&gt; Farmerbrown is in essence, down-home soul food with a Bay Area twist, all made from farm fresh ingredients. farmerbrown's menu states that they try to use African American farm fresh ingredients as much as possible and that otherwise, ingredients are organic farm fresh. I'd describe the atmosphere as kind of jazzy and funky. While we were there, they had live jazz music playing in the background. But that's not important to me, what is important is the FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all arrived, there was an hour wait so we sat at the bar. It kind of sucked that we were by the door and I was sort of in a pissy mood because I hate being by the door and we weren't getting any sort of service. I thought, this place is lame! but then, finally a lady came over to us and we ordered some stuff. As soon as they brought us our beer (in mason jars with handles!) and a teeny-tiny iron skillet of roasted peanuts, I was instantly in love! I mean, how could you not love a place that brings you beer in mason jars and peanuts in tiny iron skillets? Then, they brought the holy grail of my meal, the biscuits. They have their own sort of hot/sweet and sour sauce to go with the biscuits but if you're not a fan, don't worry because those little babies are fine on their own. I think I ate more than my fair share of them but whatever, the boys I was with don't really care. They could tell I needed them! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared the summer salad and the fries as starters and they were both really good. I'd definitely order the salad again. The fries were good but they come with a side of some sort of garlic aioli which was very tasty, I'm just wary of mayonnaise. For entrees, I had the fulton valley fried chicken because it came with AWESOME Tillamok macaroni and cheese. Both the chicken and the mac and cheese were delicious. Fried chicken can really go wrong in so many ways but this was perfect, crispy and crunchy on the outside, tender and juicy on the inside. The Boy had the steak, also delicious and H had the brick chicken. He said it was delicious. I didn't really taste their food because the minute they put that mac and cheese in front of me, I was busy eating it and tasting it and loving it. Why do more placed not offer mac and cheese? they're missing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't order desert because after mac and cheese, fried chicken and a plate full of mini-biscuits, I was stuffed. H said the Pecan Pie was tasty and I nibbled on the fresh strawberries they added to the plate. The strawberries were perfect, just as strawberries should be. All in all our meal was tasty, well prepared, fresh and delicious. The service was lacking but we learned that our waitress was on her second day (plus we were at the bar). Once the more experienced servers got into the mix, things were fine. It was a little loud in there but that's not a big deal to me. I liked the live jazz and I saw it as all part of the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you check out the website, I'd say ignore the yelp reviews that say it's in a bad neighborhood and that it's sketchy blah blah blah. In SF, there are many great places to eat that happen to be next to not-so-nice hoods and I've never found it to affect the food or the exeprience. Also, I would say that if you are in SF, read this and then think to go there, make a reservation or get there early or really late. They quoted us at an hour for a table so that's why we ate at the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fantasizing about the buscuits right now. I'd eat another platefull if I could. They should really offer those things to go. I'd buy like, two bags. Daily. Maybe it's a good thing that they don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115289304755367419?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115289304755367419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115289304755367419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115289304755367419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115289304755367419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/farmerbrown.html' title='farmerbrown'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115280785395471180</id><published>2006-07-13T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:24:57.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Getting Girly in Here</title><content type='html'>I feel like doing a girly-esque post today so here are a few products that I don't think I could live without:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benefitcosmetics.com"&gt;BeneFit&lt;/a&gt; Pocket Pal and Bad Gal Lash Mascara:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/1600/images_product_detail_pocketpal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/200/images_product_detail_pocketpal.jpg" &lt;br /&gt;border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/1600/detail_badgal_lash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/200/detail_badgal_lash.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear much makeup so a bit of Bad Gal Lash to plump up my lashes and some BeneTint and gloss makes my daily makeup routine. I love these two products and I love their names! The pocket pal is a purrrfect purse trinket because it's so small and easy to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nivea Creme (Moisturizer):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/1600/5b6e49f55f1f6bc91b47f35251b8798f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/200/5b6e49f55f1f6bc91b47f35251b8798f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nivea Cream is one of my favorite thick moisturizers. It's not something I wear daily but I like to put it on my hands and feet at night before I go to bed. And on my elbows. It's thick, creamy and it smells really nice and fresh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance by CHANEL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/1600/_63260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/200/_63260.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl needs a scent and I happen to be very partial to this one. I like to just spray a tiny bit on the underside of my hair so when I fluff my hair around throughout the day, I can smell it. Too much of Chance smells kind of bad though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kiehls.com/_us/_en/home/index.aspx"&gt;Kiehls&lt;/a&gt; Lip Balm&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/1600/307_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/200/307_L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiehl's lip balm is the perfect no frills lip balm. It moisturizes and soothes chapped lips and helps keep my lips in tip-top shape. I put some on every morning and every night before I go to bed. (And yes, I just *might* be a chapstick addict but that's neither here nor there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things/stores that make my life a lot easier include:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.felinausa.com/index.html"&gt;Felina bras&lt;/a&gt; - I've "got a nice rack" so bras from Victoria's Secret just don't cut it. Felina bras are great though! They lift, boost and support in ways I never though t a bra could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.citizensofhumanity.com/"&gt;Citizens of Humanit&lt;/a&gt;y Jeans - I'll admitt it, I'm a stupid girl who pays $150+ for "deisgner denim". I prefer Citizens to Sevens because they fit me better. Once you've gone the way of expensive jeans, you can never go back. They just don't fit the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.redken.com/products/displayProduct.cfm?p=537"&gt;Redken Glass 01&lt;/a&gt; - Redken makes this awesome hair serum for shine. I like to use it when I've blow-dryed my hair to smooth the fly aways and to soothe my folicles. I don't use it often because I don't blow dry my hair often. Also, too much of this stuff and your hair looks greasy. Otherwise, it's Fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115280785395471180?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115280785395471180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115280785395471180&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115280785395471180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115280785395471180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-getting-girly-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s Getting Girly in Here'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115272590300942205</id><published>2006-07-12T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:38:23.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Yum</title><content type='html'>Gimme Some... I know he's kind of creepy and all old like, but damn, he's hot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/320/010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not to like? He's sleeved, he plays guitar, he's badass (I can't believe I just typed badass)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/1600/socialdistortion_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/320/socialdistortion_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/1600/ness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/320/ness.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115272590300942205?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115272590300942205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115272590300942205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115272590300942205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115272590300942205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/yum-yum.html' title='Yum Yum'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115271795564215638</id><published>2006-07-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T08:25:55.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You be Talkin' Scandal!</title><content type='html'>Last night I ate right before I went to bed. It's the only explanation I can think of for the crazy dreams I had last night. I dreamt about this game that's coming out called the Ultimate Marvel Alliance or something except that I was in the game. And I was one of the superheros. I actually think I was Spiderman which I think is weird because my experience with Spiderman is pretty limited to the Toby Maguire movies. It was just odd. And I didn't save anyone which was kind of lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up, went pee only to fall back asleep and have positively scandalous dreams about my old boss from my old job (the hot one with an accent). When I woke up this morning I instantly wondered what it would have been like had he and I ever hooked up. I also had an impulse to call him but I figured that would be weird. There was definite sexual tension betwixt (betwixt doesn't really fit here but it's such a cool word I wanted to try and use it) us at times. Oh well, never dip your nib in the office ink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115271795564215638?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115271795564215638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115271795564215638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115271795564215638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115271795564215638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-be-talkin-scandal.html' title='You be Talkin&apos; Scandal!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115263916654344670</id><published>2006-07-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:37:11.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing a Dream</title><content type='html'>Well peeps, I've given it a thought and it looks like I'm going to make some efforts to  move towards achieving some of my dreams. For one, I'm going to apply to an open position at Google in their marketing department. The other thing I'm going to do is write and illustrate a children's book series. I don't know how one actually goes about doing this but I've got the idea and the first story written. And the more substantial thing that I'm going to do is apply to be a writer for gaming blog, joystiq.com. It's linked over there in my sidebar. I read Joystiq daily and thought I'm not as seeped in gaming knowledge as some of their readers are, I believe that I have a nack for blog writing (at least, I hope I do!). Plus, I'm the self-proclaimed Mario Kart champion and I've got boobs to boot! What's not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Squeee! I've applied to Google and to Joystiq. Paws crossed that they pick me! I'm awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115263916654344670?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115263916654344670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115263916654344670&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115263916654344670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115263916654344670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/chasing-dream.html' title='Chasing a Dream'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115263289087147294</id><published>2006-07-11T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:48:11.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>Today The Pink Kitty takes time from her busy schedule to write some letters to important types the world over (and to write in the third person). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Oil Barons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the effect that you have on my bank account. See, while your bank accounts become corpulent with the profits of raping us common folk at the pump, our bank accounts shrink, wither and die because we pay $3.41 for regular 87 Unleaded. Yes, that's right, $3.41!!!!! I don't want to seem like a conspiracy nut but I can't help but feel that I'm being duped and taken advantage of in ways I don't like with assistance from a government I don't like. I just really hope that you get yours in end. I really, really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisses,&lt;br /&gt;TPK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear TYR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to make these goggles that I wore all the time. They were called Socket Rockets. I found some at Sports Basement and I bought a pair but when I tried to use them yesterday, they weren't the same as I remember them. Not only did they not fit right but the straps were too elasticy and when I pulled them, they snapped back and hit me in the eye! Yes, some could say that it's my fault and that I basically just punched myself in the eye, but I disagree. I blame the You and the goggles. Because honestly, who would do that to themselves? It hurt! And my eye is puffy today! So please, try and make the goggles like I remember them (i.e. less likely to punch you in the eye). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;TPK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Green Cap Guy at the Masters Swim Practice Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice! Hot! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, (unless, you want to take me to dinner sometime? I don't bite, I promise! and my eye should be healed and less puffy by then!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purrs, &lt;br /&gt;TPK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, so I'm training for this sprint triathlon and so I'm back to swimming again and all I have to say is that dang, I should have swam at night before. Hot swimmer men. mmmmmmmmm. The broad sholders, the lean muscles, the cute butts in little tiny speedo's.... drool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115263289087147294?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115263289087147294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115263289087147294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115263289087147294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115263289087147294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115256283806784360</id><published>2006-07-10T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T13:20:38.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo ho ho and a Bottle of Rum</title><content type='html'>I went to see Pirates this weekend and despite all the criticism from the critics, I enjoyed it. A lot. Well, not as much as I would have liked to but I blame crappy seats and annoying children. Since many different critics have gone into the finer plot points and overly-done computer animation effects, I won't. However, I will say that I'll never understand why Hollywood has to ruin everything and take something that was good and over-do it the next time around. Basically the crew of the Flying Dutchman is kind of lame and I don't remember the first movie having so many blatantly stupid "funny moments" but I suspect it that was added in to appease the annoying children that I mentioned earlier. Johnny Depp was as amazing (and hot) as ever as Captain Jack Sparrow. I highly doubt that any other male actor could make excessive eye-liner look as sexy as Depp does. Orlando Bloom also looked tasty. His character is about as flat as Kiera Knightly's chest but at least he's good eye candy. I think Kiera Knightly's Elizabeth is more entertaining this time because she's torn between Will and her desire to be all Pirate-y. I mean honestly, can you blame her? As hot as Orlando Bloom is, I'd choose to pal around with Captain Jack Sparrow, no questions asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the fun little plot twists (never would have seen the ending coming but that's because I'm pretty oblivious to clues) and I didn't expect to find our friend Norrington in this movie but there you go. Overdone computer animation and kind of pointless humor and scenes aside, I enjoyed the movie a lot. I can't wait until the final movie to find out what happens and to see if Elizabeth gives into her piratey-nature (as a side note, I'm fully aware that piratey is not a word). However, I will NOT be going to see the final moving on opening weekend and here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Crowds - Man oh man, there were SO many people at the theater this weekend. I know it was opening weekend and the weather was kind of crummy but honestly, three shows sold out by 7pm? Not to mention that the throngs of people out were idiots and can't efficiently navigate a parking garage to save their lives. It was extremely vexing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The People Themselves - if you want to know what's wrong with majority of America and why politicians like W. get re-elected, go to a suburban movie theater on the weekend. You'll see what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The kids - so, okay, I understand that Pirates is in fact a Disney movie and that basically means kids and lots of them. However, I think that this movie probably isn't appropriate for little little kids. I would think that the scary sea monster would scare them. A lot of parents there brought their little little kids to the movie. Inevitably, they fussed the whole time. And they wanted more popcorn and candy which brings me back to the point number two, the people themselves. I firmly believe that if you go to a movie, you need not snack the entire time. One, that's two hours of snacking and that's just disgusting and probably the reason why the offendors I speak of could barely squeeze themselves into to the theater seats. Two, the chewing sounds and the crinkling of wrappers in an otherwise quiet theater is distracting and three, I don't want to hear kids squabbling over boxes of candy. As with any place, if a kid can't sit still for the majority of the movie outing, do all of us without children (Or with well behaved kids) a favor and leave them at home. If your kids just need to pee and then return quietly to watching, that's fine with me. Hey, I peed three times during the second Lord of the Rings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think what it comes down to for me is that I am somewhat misanthropic and believe that people are more and more forgetting a very simple concept that would enhance any sort of public outing the world over: MANNERS. In the end, I had a great time seeing the movie and a less than great time dealing with everything else surrounding the movie. As a result, I will not be going to see the third one on opening weekend and when I do go and see it, it will either be during the week or a very late showing on the weekend so my fellow audience members will more than likely be adults.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115256283806784360?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115256283806784360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115256283806784360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115256283806784360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115256283806784360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/yo-ho-ho-and-bottle-of-rum.html' title='Yo ho ho and a Bottle of Rum'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115230274707946438</id><published>2006-07-07T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T13:05:47.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Be Ye Not So Stupid"</title><content type='html'>I was just doing some research for one of our clients and I ended up reading a bunch of articles on blogs, social networking sites and employement. I agree with many of these articles in that most people are incredibly stupid about what they put out there into the internet. What's put up on the internet is free domain and there's really no telling what will happen to it once it's out there. I've even had a personal experience with "free domain" when that guy who "started HNT" reposted a pic of me without my permission WHATSOEVER that I had very STUPIDLY posted. Thankfully he took it down when I asked but still, I felt violated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main things these articles discuss is hiring/firing of an employee for their blog, Myspace or Facebook page. Many of the college students these articles interview say "it's not fair! our personal lives should affect that decision!" or "Our college shouldn't have any say over what we can and can't put up on Facebook!" It's your basic spoiled child whining. I honestly have mixed feelings about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to hiring someone, I do think a blog or a Myspace/Facebook page is something that should be looked at. I don't think it should be the sole reason for hiring or not hiring someone because the person who writes the blog or has the Myspace/Facebook page might not be that person when they are an employee. However, their actions can affect the company, even if they are unrelated to the work they may or may not be able to produce. Plus, I think a blog or Myspace/Facebook page can give you insight to the kind of person you would be hiring and enable you to judge whether or not the potential hire would fit with your team. I know if I were an employer and I saw one of my cousins' Facebook page, I wouldn't hire her because it screams, "I'm a rich, spoiled brat who wouldn't recognize hard work even if it came up and bit me in my tan spoiled ass". However, there are many people who keep their pages professional and still manage to be really creative with them and I think I'd want to hire someone who could accomplish that. I know that personal lives are personal lives and the good employee would leave them at home but how many of you would trust that someone who has a picture of themself and their bong with a caption that says "sooooo STONED" would leave their personal life at home? I don't think I'd be able to trust in that potential employee's ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other facet in my complicated opinion is the firing of someone for their blog. As this entry is titled, Heather B. Armstrong of &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com"&gt;Dooce.com&lt;/a&gt; lays it out when she says, "Be ye not so stupid". I know I take a giant risk not only occasionally writing about work (or disfunctional work equipment) but blogging from work. I hope that my attempts to keep everything in code protects me but I can't be sure that it will. My main point with blogs and work is that in Web 2.0, citizen journalism, for better or worse, is here to stay. Employees are more likely to have blogs now than they ever were before. Many employees are new to the blogosphere (which would explain the significant number of shitty blogs out there) and many do not understand that even if you click "delete", your post is not gone for ever. I think that companies need to accept this fact and face blogging head on. Employees are going to blog no mater what so a company should set forth guidelines in the event an employee choses to blog about work. If there are guidelines to begin with, employees will have a better understanding about their company's specific policies and will know what to avoid if they should decide to mention their work. I don't think a personal blog that focses on say, gadgets or being a parent, should be cause for dismissal because it's just a hobby outside of work. If blogging interferes with work, then maybe it should be grounds for dismissal because we go to work to work, not to *ahem* blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the biggest thing missing in this whole "end-user empowered" internet of today, is the large issue of PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY! Americans are sooo quick to claim, "it's not fair", "it's not my fault" all because they are stupid and do not take personal responsibility for their own actions. If people took more responsibility for their actions, online and offline, i think there wouldn't be as many issues as their have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115230274707946438?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115230274707946438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115230274707946438&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115230274707946438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115230274707946438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/be-ye-not-so-stupid.html' title='&quot;Be Ye Not So Stupid&quot;'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115229443021960928</id><published>2006-07-07T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T10:47:10.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bane and the Solution</title><content type='html'>my FUCKING work computer just crashed for the second FUCKING time today! MAOLHTK$E*((&amp;$)(*%$(*UY$IKTRJNGKJOPAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mother Effing PC's!!!!!!!!!! I know that my precious has her occasional SLIGHT issue but she is never is as crappy as this POS HP! I *HATE* it. And I deteste Internet Explorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm going to download Mozilla right now. m$oft SUXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115229443021960928?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115229443021960928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115229443021960928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115229443021960928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115229443021960928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/bane-and-solution.html' title='The Bane and the Solution'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115228733833839218</id><published>2006-07-07T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:48:58.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A coincidence? (spelling?)...</title><content type='html'>I think not. Last night when I got home Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was on TV. I think it was perfect timing given the Jessica Simpson Oompa-Loompa song. It just might even be a sign! I don't know of what, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my unwanted talker co-worker heard me logging in just now and had to come over to chat. I tried to thwart their attempt at needless conversation by going to get some water in the break room but they followed me to "also get water" (i.e. chat my ear off about NOTHING!). It makes me wonder if I am just in a perpetual bad mood or if this person really delights in torturing me in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much to say this morning. Just feel like posting because I do. It's not like anyone reads anymore anyways. blogs are often citizen journalism at it's worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115228733833839218?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115228733833839218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115228733833839218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115228733833839218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115228733833839218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/coincidence-spelling.html' title='A coincidence? (spelling?)...'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115222895508612235</id><published>2006-07-06T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:35:55.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I *Heart* Go Fug Yourself</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned how much I ADORE Go Fug Yourself? I mean, how could you not love a celebrity blog that comes up with an Oompa Loompa song for one of my celebrity nemesises? &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/2006/05/_oompaloompa_do.html"&gt;Regardez&lt;/a&gt;!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/1600/57553192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/433/496/320/57553192.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oompa-loompa doompety-doo&lt;br /&gt;I've got another fugging for you. &lt;br /&gt;Oompa-loompa-dumbety-dee &lt;br /&gt;Tanorexic fame-whores are frightening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when your affairs are a mess,&lt;br /&gt;And the press has been siding with your cuckolded ex?&lt;br /&gt;Spray yourself gold and fluff up your cleav,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's all the tricks you've got up your sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hair and skin should never maaaaaaatch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oompa-loompa talentless hack&lt;br /&gt;Before you buy those orphans, at least dye yourself back.&lt;br /&gt;But even Foreign Baby Love can't redeem you -- &lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but that's what overpublicized marriage, a horrible show, calculated stupidity, genuine stupidity, a horrible movie performance, a year of fake public appearances before a bitter divorce rife with rumors of your infidelities, a brilliant PR campaign by your husband, that hideous "Angels" cover, and having no friends in the world besides your hairdresser (although, look at yourself -- is he REALLY your friend?) because even your father is more interested in Ashlee now will DOOMPETY-DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(totally taken from Go Fug Yourself, check out the link above)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115222895508612235?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115222895508612235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115222895508612235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115222895508612235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115222895508612235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-heart-go-fug-yourself.html' title='I *Heart* Go Fug Yourself'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115153465683343556</id><published>2006-06-28T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:54:57.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Discourse on Tipping</title><content type='html'>You voted and as promised, I'm going to discuss minimum wage and tipping. To begin, according to the SFGov.org site, the minimum wage here in San Francisco is &lt;a href="http://www.sfgov.org/site/olse_index.asp?id=27605"&gt;$8.82&lt;/a&gt;. Just to give you an idea of the cost of living around San Francisco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Rent: Rent ranges from $1200 for a one bedroom in the less desirable sunset to  $2000 for a small one bedroom in the Pacific Heights district. When I was moving in with my current roomie, our rent range was up to $1450 for a two bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;* Gas costs $3.00+ (for plain old 87 unleaded)&lt;br /&gt;* Basic cable TV costs me $49.99&lt;br /&gt;* Our PG&amp;amp;E bill is in the neighborhood of $40-$50 per month for two girls that don't use very much electricity/gas&lt;br /&gt;* My bus pass costs $45/month&lt;br /&gt;* The cost of buying lunch in my surrounding work 'hood costs at least $6.50&lt;br /&gt;* Movies cost $10&lt;br /&gt;* A Guinness costs anywhere from $4.00 - $5.00 (depends on the bar). Pabst often costs $2.75-$3.00&lt;br /&gt;* Houses cost anywhere from $650K for a 2 BR POS to easily over a million for a renovated 2BR POS still in a crappy neighborhood. Swanky houses are at least 1.5 mill and more&lt;br /&gt;* Tuition at SF State is around $1.8K per semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a client services kind of industry. The average starting salary for a grunt like me is $35K. I don't really live the fabulous life and I have an awesome deal on my rent and still, I don't have much money left over after bills for savings and the little I do have, I tend to blow on going out. San Francisco is definitely an expensive city to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how does this relate to tipping? I've never worked in the food-service industry in the sense that I've never been a wait-person that got paid and tips. I flipped burgers at the campus food-joint and I got the minimum wage (which at the time was $7.50). I didn't get tips so I took food home all the time. When I was with the vile ex, he was a wait-person and he made minimum wage and was taxed a certain percentage for tips. I'm assuming that most establishments in the bay area pay the minimum wage and tax the servers knowing that they'll make a certain percentage in tips. So when it comes to tipping my wait-person, I'm guessing that at a minimum, they're making almost $9/hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing. I understand that tipping is a great way to show your appreciation for great service or someone who at least made you smile during dinner. I just hate that I feel obligated to tip, even if the service is completely shitty. I think that it's crap to tip someone who gets paid to bring you what you ordered in a timely fashion if they fail to perform those simple tasks. When I order, I want my food made the way I order it and brought to me before I age another year. I understand small mistakes and I feel I'm an easy going person so if a wait person makes a small mistake, if they smile and apologize, we're good to go and the tip is not affected. In fact, if they not only correct the mistake but throw in a free dessert or something, I will tip them way more than I might have before. Even if my wait-person performs the perfunctory purposes of wait-people and brings me my stuff in a timely fashion, I'll tip the standard 15% because they weren't a moron and did their job. It's when a wait person ignores a table, messes up the orders, fails to fill the water (or coffee) cups enough so that I'm not dying of thirst an unable to get a drink to save my life, that I feel that I should not leave a tip. I'd like for my lack of tip to be a statement like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, you had two simple tasks for this hour that I was here. Take my order and bring me my order as I ordered it in a timely fashion. Guess what Jackass! You failed at both and you can't expect to get through life being rewarded for mediocrity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there's always someone at the table who's inclined to make you feel bad for not leaving a tip. If a tip is a reward for good service, what does leaving a tip for bad service really mean? That bad service is OK and in fact, hey, it's welcomed because we'll tip you no matter what? I disagree. I feel that a tip should be directly proportionate to the level of service received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tipping rules? If a wait-person performs their job with no extra frills, they get 15%. Tip goes down for each act of idiocy that I'm forced to endure. Tip goes up for extra smiles or just being nice (or, and I'll be completely honest, if you're a hot waiter guy and you're competent, you get a little something extra for providing me something nice to look at while I eat). Because I'm a sucker, I'll always leave a tip, even if service is shitty. It's just significantly reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case someone brings up, "what if you got paid based on your ability to satisfy your client?" well, that's the reality of ANY client services industry. If PR firms don't satisfy their clients and are rude and treat their clients like jerks, they often get fired. Same with advertising, marketing, and supply partners. If you're a company and treats Wal*Mart like crap, do you really think they will carry your product? NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, in a services based industry, a tip is a thank you for good service. A lack of tipping SHOULD indicate bad service, not a cheap-ass customer. A big tip should indicate that a server went above and beyond and should be recognized for be a great customer service representative. And an average tip should be just that, a thank you for average service and for not spitting in my food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115153465683343556?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115153465683343556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115153465683343556&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115153465683343556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115153465683343556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/discourse-on-tipping.html' title='A Discourse on Tipping'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115151691821005442</id><published>2006-06-28T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:48:38.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS!</title><content type='html'>Thank You to everyone who left me birthday wishes! to those of you who didn't, a pox on your house! ;) Just kidding! really, I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was uneventful and so far, no quarter-century crisis has occurred. I have, however, discovered that I make awesome rice krispie treats and that I have more gray hair than one ought to. no matter, that's what my awesome hairstylist lady is for right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Monday and Tuesday off for my relaxing pleasure. I ran errands, watched daytime tv and the like. I got in to work today to discover that most of our office will be out on Friday in advance of the 4th of July holiday. So, for the rest of us who are not, we're allowed to work from home. Sweet! I think my birthday week has been a pretty great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115151691821005442?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115151691821005442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115151691821005442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115151691821005442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115151691821005442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/thanks.html' title='THANKS!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115141928643415327</id><published>2006-06-27T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T07:42:03.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Say It's Your Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quarter century... OH YEAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115141928643415327?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115141928643415327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115141928643415327&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115141928643415327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115141928643415327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/they-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='They Say It&apos;s Your Birthday'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115108533814990677</id><published>2006-06-23T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:55:38.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the votes are in</title><content type='html'>Ok! thanks to all who voted, I'll pull together a post about minimum wage and tipping and the like. If you really care, look for that later on today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115108533814990677?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115108533814990677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115108533814990677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115108533814990677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115108533814990677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/votes-are-in.html' title='the votes are in'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115099229316465159</id><published>2006-06-22T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T09:04:53.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Vote</title><content type='html'>I have a few floating around in my head. I'm not sure which one I should write for today so I figured I'd throw them out there and see if people would vote on what they'd like for me to wax philosophical on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Yesterday The Daily Snark posted a link and a paragraph to a description of "that kind woman" (i.e. the other woman). I have a few other types of "you know, that kind of woman" of my own that I want to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A meta-review of the Lite-Precious along with pictures of it's yummy gaming goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A discussion on tipping your wait-person because with minimum wage being as high as it is in San Francisco, I have issues with automatically tipping if the service is poo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if there's a topic you'd rather hear me espouse my opinions on, vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115099229316465159?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115099229316465159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115099229316465159&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115099229316465159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115099229316465159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/posting-vote.html' title='Posting Vote'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115090613249219467</id><published>2006-06-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:08:52.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Talk About</title><content type='html'>In the past I've discussed how much I dislike "gaucho pants" (aka kulats). They are hideous and should stay in the house as PJs or back in the 80's. Today we discuss another clothing item that I don't care much for: the formal short. I'm sorry but "formal shorts" is an oxymoron. There's nothing formal about shorts. Admittedly, my dislike could stem from my dislike of shorts in general. I NEVER wear shorts because 1) I have chubby legs and 2) shorts just don't belong anywhere except for the beach or at the gym. I wear skirts (unless of course, I'm at the gym. Then I wear spandex leggings. hot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the formal short. It's been unusually warm for the city during the month of June. Usually it's fog central here until August. As a result, I have seen many formal shorts this past week. I understand that when it gets warm, we women like to dress in office attire that reflects that it's summer but is still business-ey enough for work. But honestly, just because your shorts are a twill material and you match them with heels, doesn't mean that they're any less of a short. I know that some women pull it off really well (i.e. they're super skinny so they don't look funny) but still, to me it looks as if they accidentally put their capri pants in the dryer and they shrunk too much! Maybe I'm just feeling really critical because of my long day yesterday but I just don't think formal shorts are anything other than a lame attempt to wear shorts at work. I say be bold, if one insists on wearing shorts to work, wear cut offs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115090613249219467?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115090613249219467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115090613249219467&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115090613249219467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115090613249219467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-to-talk-about.html' title='Something to Talk About'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115075866889834445</id><published>2006-06-19T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:11:08.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunes!</title><content type='html'>Currently digging: "Promiscuous" by &lt;a href="http://www.nellyfurtado.com/"&gt;Nelly Furtado &lt;/a&gt;and Timbaland. Makes me want to dance and stuff. Too bad I'm at work and cube dance parties are frowned upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115075866889834445?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115075866889834445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115075866889834445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115075866889834445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115075866889834445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/tunes.html' title='Tunes!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115073037957678057</id><published>2006-06-19T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T08:19:39.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning News Update</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Monday Morning News Update, I'm your host, The Pink Kitty. Today is Monday, June 19, 2006. Here are today's top stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* After a gorgeous and hot Friday, The Pink Kitty and friends decided to hit up the beach on Saturday to tan. Since they were only planning to be out for an hour or so, The Pink Kitty did NOT wear sunscreen. Despite her rotating every 20 minutes, she is now more of a red and crunchy kitty who's very grouchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Pink Kitty participated in a BBQ to help out The Boy over the weekend. As it was a work affair for The Boy, TPK helped out by womaning the Q and flipping frozen burgers. TPK had this to say about the Q: "Vegitarians were some of the bitchiest people at the BBQ. If you don't eat meat, don't bitch that the "veggie burger" doesn't taste like a burger because it's not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* TPK spent Sunday am visiting Target and then cleaning The Boy's dwelling. She got a new mop and as sad as it is, is very excited about her new mop. Her plan for tonight is to clean her own house and mop the kitchen floor because it is white and little bit dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In exactly one week and one day (i.e. on the 27th) TPK turns a quarter of a century old. The donation stations are now accepting presents and birthday money. It's for a good cause (i.e. new jeans!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115073037957678057?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115073037957678057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115073037957678057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115073037957678057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115073037957678057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/monday-morning-news-update.html' title='Monday Morning News Update'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115049160741410471</id><published>2006-06-16T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:00:07.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. Classy.</title><content type='html'>I'm bored at work (hence the multiple posts) so I decided to peruse &lt;a href="http://odonnellrules.blogspot.com/2004/11/25-more-things.html"&gt;ye good olde days over at Tim's Blog&lt;/a&gt;. That's when I read the comment. Holy Shit! Back in November of '04 I was 23 AND I really COULD put away two 40's of High Life. I forgot that I used to be capable of that. wow. I don't even know if that's something I should brag about though. I guess in terms of beer, I've come a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Summer Drinking List:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.avbc.com/beers/summersolstice.html"&gt;Summer Solstice&lt;/a&gt; by Anderson Valley&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/641/1745/"&gt;Duchesse de Bourgogne &lt;/a&gt; by Brouwerij Verhaeghe&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.bearrepublic.com/ourbeers.php"&gt;Racer 5&lt;/a&gt; by Bear Republic&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.newbelgium.com/beers_sw.php"&gt;Sunshine Wheat&lt;/a&gt; by New Belgium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe some Miller High Life. Afterall, it is the champagne of bottled beers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115049160741410471?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115049160741410471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115049160741410471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115049160741410471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115049160741410471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow-classy.html' title='Wow. Classy.'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115048184978502581</id><published>2006-06-16T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:35:19.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>So, the bliss of not having a site tracker is that 1) you don't end up obsessed with how many hits you're getting vs. how many people are leaving comments and why you don't have as many daily hits as you once used to and 2) you can see where most people are spying from. I'm having a larger issue with #2, especially those of you out there from SF and San Mateo. Who are you!?!? Why aren't you leaving comments and do you know me in real life? See, it's this kind of junk that makes me uneasy because I don't want to have to censor myself but I also don't want a random friend coming up to me and asking me how my thrush is doing (it would be embarassing!). as it is, I'm going back through posts today and editing accordingly and from here on out, y'all get a censored version of me. Not that it matters as I only have like 3 readers anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit: Took down the archives again. edited accordingly. Now you only get 7 posts of me so if you want to read stuff, check back regularly. and comment damnit! and p.s. Blogger, when I say delete something, f-in delete it yo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115048184978502581?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115048184978502581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115048184978502581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115048184978502581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115048184978502581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115047281326534047</id><published>2006-06-16T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:46:59.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIFF!</title><content type='html'>That's right, there's an extra F in there for Thank God It's F'in Friday! Stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are in the local 415 and know about the tragedy at Benders, head to Speakeasy Brewery to show your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DEAL - FRI. JUNE 16TH @ SPEAKEASY BREWERY 1195 EVANS AVE. @ KEITH&lt;br /&gt;THE BARFEEDERS, THE CROSSTOPS DOOR @ 4:00 P.M. SHOW @ 5:30 P.M. $5 DONATION (DONATIONS GO TO BENDERS EMPLOYEES) DRINK AND FOOD SPECIALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Day two of Thrush and Mother Nature shows no signs of relenting. I hope it's not because I bought the Walgreens version of a pesserie because the real stuff is like $20! I don't have $20 waste on this b.s.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Boy is awesome, he bought me the new Tetris for the Lite-Precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115047281326534047?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115047281326534047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115047281326534047&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115047281326534047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115047281326534047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/tgiff.html' title='TGIFF!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115039431480877635</id><published>2006-06-15T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:58:34.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curses!</title><content type='html'>Foiled again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature must really not want me to get any lovin' because now I have what some countries refer to as &lt;a href="http://www.netdoctor.co.uk/diseases/facts/vaginitis.htm"&gt;thrush&lt;/a&gt;. It is my goal this afternoon to seek out a pessery (Scroll down to treatment for info on pesseries). this shit is weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115039431480877635?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115039431480877635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115039431480877635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115039431480877635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115039431480877635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/curses.html' title='Curses!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115038573359314362</id><published>2006-06-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:35:33.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hm...</title><content type='html'>Does it make me a bad person that my new favorite site is &lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com"&gt;engrish.com&lt;/a&gt;? No, i don't think it does...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115038573359314362?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115038573359314362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115038573359314362&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115038573359314362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115038573359314362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/hm.html' title='hm...'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115030063405514977</id><published>2006-06-14T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T08:57:14.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><content type='html'>There's nothing quite like getting off the bus and feeling the sun on your back as it works hard to burn off the fog. And then, Sweet Child of Mine comes on the mini-precious comes on the iPod and all is right with the world. It almost makes up for the fact that ones dad up and moves to the Phillippians (spelling?) and doesn't tell his children. almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115030063405514977?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115030063405514977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115030063405514977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115030063405514977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115030063405514977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115021314329150971</id><published>2006-06-13T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T08:39:03.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I *heart* The Boy</title><content type='html'>I have the best boyfriend EVA! No seriously, I do. He and I have our occasional issue but he is such a sweetheart. See, over the weekend I lamented that I would not be able to purchase myself a DS Lite because we were up at the country house and they would be sold out by Monday. He insisted that there would be some left. Our little exchange back and forth resulted in me betting him the cost of the DS Lite that he would NOT be able to find one for me on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday dawned foggy. I went to work and read tales of the DS Lite on the gaming sites I have to read daily. I yearned for a DS Lite of my own to play Mario and Tetris on. At around 11:30am, The Boy called to let me know that I had won our bet and he had been unable to locate one. He had spent his morning driving around to GameStop, the two different Targets and Best Buy looking for a DS Lite for little ol' me. I was touched because even though it was to prove me wrong, he still went to all those places for me! What a sweetie pie! I was happy to know I had a boyfriend who would go to such lengths for me so I went and bought him some gummy bears because it's all that I can afford right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the end of the day, I was packing up my stuff and thinking of my bittersweet victory. After all, I had won the bet but I really lost because that meant that there weren't any DS Lites for sale for me :( Suddenly, the craptastic phone alerted me to a text. It was from The Boy saying, "Are you leaving work yet? If you can wait 10 minutes, I'll give you a ride". Sa-weet! I jumped on that opportunity because I hate the bus. I waited for The Boy at the designated spot and soon I saw his car approach. As he pulled to the curb, I reached for the door handle and alas! What should I see in the front seat? A DS Lite for me! and The New Super Mario Brothers! He found one for me! He's such a sweet, awesome, wonderful The Boy. And he's all Mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is my DS Lite. It's so shiny and purty and I love it. I need to name it because it's white and shiny like the Precious and the Mini-Precious. I'll be thinking of a name for it all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115021314329150971?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115021314329150971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115021314329150971&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115021314329150971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115021314329150971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-heart-boy.html' title='I *heart* The Boy'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115013853522588280</id><published>2006-06-12T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T11:55:35.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'd Do in NY</title><content type='html'>I'm sure many people would love to go to NY to see the Statue of Liberty or the World Trade Center/911 thing. Or maybe to go shopping in times square and check out a Broadway musical. You know, stuff tourists like to do. Not me. If I were to go to New York City, I'd only have two destinations on my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2005/04/07/nintendo-opening-nintendo-world-store-in-nyc/"&gt;The Nintendo World Store&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/retail/fifthavenue/week/20060611.html"&gt;The Apple Flagship Store&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Yorkers are a lucky bunch. bastards. I want to go to the Nintendo Store! and I want to check out the schwag! I want a stuffed 1-up mushroom! I checked out the &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2006/06/11/nintendos-ds-lite-launch-party-in-new-york/"&gt;DS Lite launch party&lt;/a&gt; pics on Engadget.com and it just looks so cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I NEED a DS Lite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115013853522588280?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115013853522588280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115013853522588280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115013853522588280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115013853522588280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-id-do-in-ny.html' title='What I&apos;d Do in NY'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-115012723501402595</id><published>2006-06-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T08:47:19.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>It's Monday and I don't really have the desire or the ability to put together a coherent post so here are some random tid-bits for your amusement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Spent the weekend up in the country and went wine tasting. I think wine tasting is completely wasted upon me because I don't know what I'm tasting for and to me, it all tastes like wine. Beer tasting would be something I could get into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mosquitos suck. I hate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Steak is yummy. The Boy cooks one awesome steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I hate cutesy couples that are always sucking face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Nintendo DS Lite launched on Sunday. I was out of town and did not grab mine. I hope it's not like it was in Japan and that everywhere is all sold out. I NEED one. Real bad. I also need the new Super Mario Brothers game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-115012723501402595?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115012723501402595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=115012723501402595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115012723501402595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/115012723501402595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114990319903934324</id><published>2006-06-09T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T18:33:19.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELP! So, I need Internet Explorer for my Mac so that I can check my work email from home because our stupid webmail doesn't work with Safari or Firefox. However, it turns out that I can't seem to find it available for download anywhere. I know it's not supported anymore but all I need is an old version to check my email. this shit sucks... although... does that give me a valid reason to not be tied to my work email? I think it does..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114990319903934324?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114990319903934324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114990319903934324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114990319903934324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114990319903934324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/help-so-i-need-internet-explorer-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114987627286538110</id><published>2006-06-09T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:04:33.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>I've decided that it would be cool for me to start a new blog titled "Gadget Girl". I'm not really into gadgets but I am into video games and The Precious so I was thinking that this blog could offer reviews, gadget news that I read every morning and fashion tips because lets face it, a lot of girl gamers are fugly (sweeping generalization, I know). I think they could benefit from my fashion advice (i.e. Just say NO! to gaucho pants!) and general life tips. It would be awesome and then, companies would start sending me free stuff, like a Nintendo DS lite, before anyone else gets it. Isn't this a great idea? I think it is. Who am I kidding, I barely write in this blog, I couldn't maintain another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114987627286538110?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114987627286538110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114987627286538110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114987627286538110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114987627286538110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114982034637259940</id><published>2006-06-08T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:34:17.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musica</title><content type='html'>I realize that my past few posts have been mostly whiney and not creative at all. I attribute this to being sick and over worked but at any rate, I wanted to try something more creative-like. In the past I've seen people do a list of 10 songs that come on their iPod with no skipping and then comment on them. I've decided to snag this idea and so, without any further ado, here is my completely narcissistic list of music that I'm listening to at work on the mini precious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Belway Brothers" by David Bowie (Album: Hunky Dory): My first experience with David Bowie was as a child when I watched Labyrinth ALL THE TIME. When I watch Labyrinth as an adult, I'm perturbed by the size of his crotch in what I thought was a children's movie. It is so hard to not look at it. And it's not because I'm a perv or anything, it's just so out there! Just like that girl's butt in Baby Got Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "We'll Meet Again" sung by Johnny Cash (Album: American IV): Ahh Johnny. My love for Johnny Cash has grown much over the years. It began way back when I was into "new country" and they played a Cash song on the radio. I realized that I had to hear more and so I investigated this mysterious Johnny Cash (via Napster!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I Walk the Line" sung by Waylon Jennings (Album: I've Always Been Crazy): Long time readers know how I feel about Waylon. I *heart* Waylon's voice and his music. I wish I could have seen him in concert but no, he had to go and die. Weak. I like Waylon enough to get his symbol tattooed on me (haven't yet, don't have enough cash, yo). However, this song is not one of my favorites… it's more of an eh, song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Straight Into Darkness" by Tom Petty &amp; The Heartbreakers (Album: Anthology): I remember watching MTV as a kid (you know, back when they actually played videos) and I remember thinking, who the hell is this creepy Tom Petty guy? Lucky for me as I got older I appreciated his music more and more and by this time last year, I was stoked when the old boss at the old evil place of employment sold me their tickets to Tom Petty. It was an awesome night for an awesome show at the Berkeley Greek Theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Aero Zepplin" by Nirvana (Album: Incesticide): Middle school. Flannel shirts. 'nuff said. Still love me some Nirvana though. Speaks to my teenage angst (which is now twenty-something angst).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Fuck Boi" by Holy Ghost Revival (Album: Bleeding Light): Holy Ghost Revival is this AMAZING band from WA. They came and played in SF with that band that I'm always going to see. I saw HGR once and that's all it took for me to be hooked. They are so young, so talented and so fucking amazing. Their music is like a combination of medieval music and rock and roll and… I don't know what. Their lead singer channels Freddy Mercury in a strange way while performing but it works and it's amazing. I highly recommend checking out their site and listening to some of their music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "To Live is to Fly" by Townes Van Zandt (Album: High, Low and In Between): I first heard Townes with The Boy. When I first heard Townes I couldn't understand how something could be so poetic and so amazing yet so sad and so heart wrenching. Since listening to more and more Townes Van Zandt and finding some favorite songs, I have to say that Townes is probably the best songwriter that ever lived. No other musician can make me feel so in love and in peace like Townes and at the same time, no other musician can make me cry as easily as Townes can. I highly recommend checking out Townes and watching "Be Here to Love Me; A Film About Townes Van Zandt". Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Fail Hard to Regain" by Two Gallants (Album: bootleg track from a Live Show at The Independent after The Boy came back from being on tour with them): I didn't like the Two Gallants the first few times I saw them (ha! I can say I used to watch them for Free! On the corner of 16th and mission at the BART station). They used to play song that were sad and depressing and I just didn't understand them. Then The Boy burned me a CD of their music that his brother had recorded and produced and I changed my mind about them. Then they got signed to a record label and started touring all over the country (taking The Boy with them, the meanies). Now instead of seeing them for Free and having them come out on my b-day, I have to pay $30 to see them. But it's cool because they worked hard and they totally deserve the fame that they have. I just hope that Trainwreck gets there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Drug Train" by Social Distortion (Album: Social Distortion): I *heart* Social Distortion. Not much else I can say here except that I've only seen them once at a big stupid show (BFD last summer, thankfully tickets were Free). They stole the show and rocked my fucking socks off. I think Mike Ness is kind of hot in a weird way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Wild Night" by Van Morrison (Album: Tupelo Honey): Van Morrison, so classic, so good. So essential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114982034637259940?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114982034637259940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114982034637259940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114982034637259940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114982034637259940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/musica_08.html' title='Musica'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114978212415313038</id><published>2006-06-08T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:55:24.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Not Hot</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling not that hot lately. Thursday and Friday I was sick with the plague. It sucked. Over the weekend whatever headcold thing I had took up residence in my lungs and though I felt better, I'm still coughing up a technicolored assortment of lung goo. So last night, being the miss smartypants that I am, I went out and I ended up drinking too much (I drank 4 beers, when the hell did 4 beers become too much? Weak). When I awoke this am, I didn't feel that hot. I wasn't hung over per se, I just didn't feel that hot and my tummy was a bit unsettled. Unfortunately, when I began my recent morning routine (i.e. body rockin' coughing fits that totally suck) my unsettled tummy reared its ugly head and I coughed so hard I began to puke. Totally, 100% not cool. And then, I got the beer sh**s. It was, all in all, an awesome way to start the morning. I know that reading about my shitty (literally! ha!) morning is kind of lame but I felt like complaining and I don't have anyone to complain to at work. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. for the record, Blogger is a POS this morning. sucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114978212415313038?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114978212415313038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114978212415313038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114978212415313038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114978212415313038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-not-hot.html' title='So Not Hot'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114921776697569178</id><published>2006-06-01T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:11:58.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbs up/Thumbs down</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the a new feature here on The Pink Kitty, my thumbs-up and thumbs-down (yes I know that this has totally been done before but that is neither here nor there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 thumbs up for the day&lt;br /&gt;1. The Blogger Widget for the Precious. This is da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;2. Ecchinecha (sp?) tea. Help cure me!&lt;br /&gt;3. Leaving work early&lt;br /&gt;4. Spike TV and their CSI re-runs. don't know how it happened but I'm suddenly addicted to this show&lt;br /&gt;5. Being in my PJs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit - the Blogger Widget doesn't let you put a title!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 thumbs down for the day&lt;br /&gt;1. Being sick&lt;br /&gt;2. Denninsons Fat Free turkey chili... I don't know what I was expecting since it is from a can, but still.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being sick&lt;br /&gt;4. Only having expired Tylenol cold and flu. I took it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;5. Being sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weak sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good thing I've got CSI to keep me company&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114921776697569178?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114921776697569178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114921776697569178&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114921776697569178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114921776697569178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/thumbs-upthumbs-down.html' title='Thumbs up/Thumbs down'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114917656402394460</id><published>2006-06-01T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T08:42:44.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>* My sinuses feel like they're fighting to break-free of my face and venture into the world alone. I am in pain. Lots of pain. I suspect that my body is waging war against some form of sinus-pain, sore throat, swollen gland causing virus. I'm rooting for my body. Go body go! make the pain stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Barely slept last night (see above) so I am in full on grouch mode. Oscar ain't got nothing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I got my grades, an A- and a B+. Go me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://odonnellrules.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tim&lt;/a&gt; is a daddy. Congrats Tim! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114917656402394460?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114917656402394460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114917656402394460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114917656402394460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114917656402394460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/06/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114866787612213738</id><published>2006-05-26T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:24:36.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Announcement For Today</title><content type='html'>I have decided after much thought and deliberation that I am fantastic! No really! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. What I've actually decided is that because I'm so fantastic I'm going to do something that benefits mankind so that they can be as fantastic as I am. I have fabulously thick hair. It's short now but I've decided to begin growing it out so that I can donate it to locks of love. The last time I was getting my hair did, my stylist said that if I donated my hair, my pony tail could make two wigs. So, I've decided to grow it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the absolute shortest that I would cut my hair in order to donate it, I've got about 1.5/2 inches. I've got a long way to go! I hope my hair grows fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday! Dairy is the devil but it tastes so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114866787612213738?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114866787612213738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114866787612213738&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114866787612213738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114866787612213738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-announcement-for-today.html' title='My Announcement For Today'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114860102044776245</id><published>2006-05-25T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T16:51:10.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manscaping?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I boldly went where I had never gone before. I went to that mystical realm of self inflicted torture where one sheds their pants and undergarments and allows a total stranger to smear hot wax on parts of their nether-regions so that they can unceremoniously rip the hair out. Yes, I went for my very first bikini wax (extended bikini at that!). It hurts as expected but I think the worst part was having a stranger poke around down there with hot wax. I was nekkid from the waist down with my hoo-ha out there for god and everyone (well, the waxing lady) to witness. But that is not the point of this post. The point of this post is to discuss Manscaping. The salon I visited offers manscaping services and I'm curious what this entails so I'm posing a question to my male readers (or female readers who have male friends who engage in Manscaping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What does Manscaping entail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do men Manscape? Straight men and gay men alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do men go to a salon for Manscaping or do they do it by their lonesome in the privacy of their own bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lastly, does anyone know any man who removes hair from his balls? Is it possible to wax nuts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114860102044776245?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114860102044776245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114860102044776245&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114860102044776245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114860102044776245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/manscaping.html' title='Manscaping?'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114848646789491761</id><published>2006-05-24T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:01:07.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuego</title><content type='html'>When I was in high school, I used to look forward to any kind of disaster or fire drill as it was a great waste of class time. filing out of the class room and down to our designated meeting spot was a great excursion outside to get some fresh air and to chat with friends when I could otherwise be stuck doing calculus or something. In this same vein, you would think that I'd be totally looking forward to our building Fire Drill this morning. Yes, it will be a chance to get outside for a bit, breathe some fresh air, chat with my friends when I could be stuck doing work. NOT. Following is a list of why I am not looking forward to this shit at all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm tired and I have a headache and I'm slightly hung over&lt;br /&gt;2. I work on the top floor, which is the 9th floor. This means 9 flights of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's supposedly really loud and I have a headache (see #1)&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't really have any work friends&lt;br /&gt;5. My legs hurt (see #1)&lt;br /&gt;6. I have too much work to do that I want to get done so I can sneak out early cos I'm getting waxed&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll have to come back up 9 flights of stairs after this whole shindig (see #1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, 7 reasons why this shit is weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114848646789491761?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114848646789491761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114848646789491761&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114848646789491761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114848646789491761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuego.html' title='Fuego'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114839859513175212</id><published>2006-05-23T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T08:36:35.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goonies on the Bus</title><content type='html'>There's this lady who catches the bus around the same time that I do. She also gets on at the same stop I do. Aside from the fact that this woman wears clothes with embroidered daisys, she is Mama Fritelli (spelling?). I just know it. She looks just like her! I half expect for her to have two sons and to drive a jeep! At any rate, I usually catch the bus with Mama Fritelli but I have not encountered any other Goonies until today. This kid got on the bus who looked just like Data. I kid you not. I wanted to say to him, "slick shoes! slick shoes!" but considering the fact that it's 2006 and this kid looked about 9-10, I figured he'd have absolutely no idea what the hell I was talking about. Goonies never say die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114839859513175212?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114839859513175212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114839859513175212&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114839859513175212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114839859513175212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/goonies-on-bus.html' title='Goonies on the Bus'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114806898426791817</id><published>2006-05-19T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:03:04.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while and I'm bored at work and not creative in the least (you can thank the wine) so you get an updated 100 things about me (not that it matters or that you care).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a girl in her early to mid twenties&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm turning a quarter of a century soon&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm taller than most girls but I wouldn't consider myself tall&lt;br /&gt;4. I like the color pink&lt;br /&gt;5. I am currently in graduate school for my MBA. I'm focusing on Marketing&lt;br /&gt;6. I think I'm pretty damn smart and cool&lt;br /&gt;7. I have green eyes. They're cool &lt;br /&gt;8. I have too much gray hair for someone on my age. It's pretty weak&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm of Greek descent. I like Greek food, sushi and pasta. &lt;br /&gt;10. I'm lactose intolerant but I eat cheese because it’s like, the best thing ever. No seriously, it is. Cheese = heaven (especially brie and gouda)&lt;br /&gt;11. I prefer fish to all other kinds of meat but I do enjoy a good steak every now and then&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate hippies unless they were really hippies in the 60's. Then it's ok. But I hate the kids who move from their nice comfortable middle class life to come be a bum on hippie hill and SF (Trustafarians as Melissa calls them)&lt;br /&gt;13. I hate when hippies talk, like, "you know man… it's like… we all have to get along you know?"&lt;br /&gt;14. I listen to lots of different music. I love my friends' band, AFI, Van Halen, Neil Young, Waylon, Willie, Cash, Townes Van Zandt, Loretta, Emmylou, Andre Nickatina, Weezer.. blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;15. I hate my cell phone. It sucks. The ringer sucks and then it drops calls too. So, actually, I hate my cell phone and I hate Cingular&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate peas. They taste gross&lt;br /&gt;17. I hate Microsoft. &lt;br /&gt;18. I just realized that I've written a bit about what I hate. It seems really negative.&lt;br /&gt;19. Things I like: Apple, Nintendo, kitties and puppies, Sanrio, Orbitz gum, Cheez-its, Lentil soup, strawberries etc.&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm a big Apple fan. I've got a G4 iBook that I call the precious. I have a video iPod that I call the mini-precious. I don't have any video on my iPod because I can't find Veronica Mars online so that I can download it.&lt;br /&gt;21. That's another thing I like, Veronica Mars.&lt;br /&gt;22. Logan Eckolls is my TV boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;23. I have a real boyfriend, his name is The Boy. He's pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;24. I like beer too. I've discovered that I really enjoy Belgian Ales, especially those from the Flanders region of Belgium. I like a lot&lt;br /&gt;25. You know, I prefer beer to any alcoholic beverage out there. My favorite beers include: Rochfort Trappist 8, La Follet, Duchess de Bourgne (spelling?), Racer 5, Guinness, and Miller High Life if I'm drinking cheap. Hefeweizen, Big Daddy, Prohibition and Fat Tire are also acceptable. Budweiser or Bud Light is never acceptable. I'd rather drink Pabst.&lt;br /&gt;26. My favorite non-alcoholic beverages are water, iced tea, diet coke and OJ. O! and Pomegranite Juice. That stuff is da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;27. I like to use certain ghetto fabulous slang words. Like Truth = troof. Beer = bur. Mouth = mouf. And holla! You get the idea. I also like to use weak, bonus and d00d and lame. I find that they augment my vernacular quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;28. Yo momma is another good one&lt;br /&gt;29. I forgot to mention that Mac and Cheese is quite possibly, one of the best inventions ever. Whomever thought of combining macaroni with cheddar cheese? Genius! I like Annie's white shells and cheddar and Kraft Mac and Cheese (it's the cheesiest after all). Kraft spirals are good too.&lt;br /&gt;30. I like the ocean&lt;br /&gt;31. I like to swim. But generally not in the ocean, it's too cold. Unless it's in Hawaii, then it's OK&lt;br /&gt;32. I'm afraid of heights, spiders and being raped.&lt;br /&gt;33. I want kids someday. Two of them. They're going to be the coolest kids ever because I'm pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;34. Other people's kids usually suck. Mine won't. I meet the occasional cool one, but mostly sucky ones&lt;br /&gt;35. I bet I could throw a football over those mountains&lt;br /&gt;36. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;37. I'm a self-proclaimed Mario Kart champion. If I beat you at Mario Kart, it's a pretty safe bet to say that I'd yell, "In your face!" when I win.&lt;br /&gt;38. I'm kind of a jerk for that aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;39. d00d, this is pretty lame. If you’re still reading, I'll donate something to you or write a post in your honor&lt;br /&gt;40. I think my first consistent reader on this thing was Tim. He's going to be a daddy any day now. I'm sure mini-O’Donnell will be a cool kid.&lt;br /&gt;41. I've met Ali of the blogging world in real life before. I haven't met Melissa but when I do, we're going to party like it's 1999.&lt;br /&gt;42. Go Giants!&lt;br /&gt;43. This is pretty boring so I'm going to stop at 50&lt;br /&gt;44. Only 6 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;45. Strongbad email is probably the best waste of time on the internet. I want a The Cheat&lt;br /&gt;46. Cheat Commando's…O’s would be an awesome breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;47. I really want to take a nap now. &lt;br /&gt;48. I have awesome boobs. They have their own fanclub&lt;br /&gt;49. I like Harry Potter. I'm re-reading the 6th book because I've only read it once so far&lt;br /&gt;50. YeS! 50! I'm outtie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114806898426791817?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114806898426791817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114806898426791817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114806898426791817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114806898426791817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-havent-posted-in-while-and-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114745253591040746</id><published>2006-05-12T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:53:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Point?</title><content type='html'>This morning I was in the shower washing my hair when I started thinking about my blog. I started this thing as a space to actually, you know, write something of consequence and I let's face it, I haven't written anything of consequence. It's usually just mindless drivel of the complaining kind. Is this blog the creative outlet I had hoped? Not really. I would have loved for this blog to evolve into a serious writing venture involving reviews and opinions, sort of my own mini daily column. But I never really wanted to put the effort into it and so it declined to a space for ranting and for vanity. So rather than doing something about my dissapointment in myself (aka, actually putting time into writting something GOOD), I've decided to let it descend further into narcissism and ranting because hey, it's my blog! I look good, I do what I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is these sort of thoughts that have prompted my decision to show off the girls much more hence forth. I'm tired of hearing and reading about celebs and their "nice racks" when I know for a fact that these ladies have SMALL racks because as a "lucky girl" I know what one can and cannot wear when endowed with boobage. Thse starlets have the aid of Hollywood and the tricks of the trade to boost, lift and squish so that thier tiny B's look like my real-life DD's (Not to mention fake boobs). So I've decided that instead of looking for bras that minimize and shirts that cover them, I'm going all out to boob-slut status. I'm going to put them on display so that the girls get the compliments they deserve. Afterall, I'm only getting older and it won't be long before they'll be saggy and I'll be tucking them into my belt. Here's to youth, boobs and vanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114745253591040746?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114745253591040746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114745253591040746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114745253591040746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114745253591040746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-point.html' title='What&apos;s the Point?'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114736405434258253</id><published>2006-05-11T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T09:14:14.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Picked a Bad Week...</title><content type='html'>... to go back to quitting smoking. I started on the rag this week and work has been pretty gosh darn sucky. It makes for an interesting experience in irritability (ha! say that five times fast!). I know I can do it because I had quit for almost a year before life got all wonky. Now that my personal life is back on track for the most part, I realized that it was time to go back to not smoking once and for all. I didn't quit over the weekend because I was at the Boonville Beerfest and I figured drunken times = smoking and I was right. But Sunday, with aches and pains from camping and sleeping on hard ground and crusty lungs from shouting all day and smoking all day, I was ready. I haven't smoked since Saturday night. I'm not really craving a ciggie, it's more like I'm awesomely irritable and everything, EVERYTHING bothers me. But I don't blame nicotine withdrawels, no, I blame mother nature because cramps are a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114736405434258253?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114736405434258253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114736405434258253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114736405434258253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114736405434258253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-picked-bad-week.html' title='I Picked a Bad Week...'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114723830756760708</id><published>2006-05-09T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:18:27.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have some sort of "Left" curse. Today would mark the second pair of headphones that have gone all wonky in the left ear. I've got two pairs of expensive jeanvers that have holes on the inner left thigh. The heel fell off my left shoe the other day. What gives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aside from all that non-sense, What the HECK about Veronica Mars? What was in the case? Why did Beaver put things in Kendalls name? Does it seem a little weird that Beaver went through all that trouble to keep two kids from coming forward about being molested? Couldn't he have just paid them off? He has tons of money apparently. Although, I guess in the end, he had to go through all of that to get incorporation to fail so that he could make money on his investments. I just want to know whats in the case. The only thing that I really really liked about that episode was that veronica and logan got together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114723830756760708?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114723830756760708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114723830756760708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114723830756760708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114723830756760708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-i-have-some-sort-of-left-curse.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114680375715309006</id><published>2006-05-04T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:35:57.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a test. I'm trying to post a blog post from my dashboard. I just downloaded the new Google Blogger Widget...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114680375715309006?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114680375715309006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114680375715309006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114680375715309006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114680375715309006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-test.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114675701523533259</id><published>2006-05-04T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T08:36:55.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Awesome!</title><content type='html'>You know what is so awesome that it hurts in kind of a tingley, just burned my skin kind of way? Getting into your car with a full cup of coffee in a travel mug and then trying to cram that travel mug into your cup holder. You find out that it's just oh-so-slightly too big so you cram it there anyways and figure you're only starting your and then you'll just have to hold it between your knees. So you start your car, reach for your mug only to knock it over and have the top come off of your roommie's stupid travel mug, spilling hot coffee all down your leg and onto the floor of your car. That indeed is so awesome and a great way to start your morning. I highly recommend it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*weak*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114675701523533259?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114675701523533259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114675701523533259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114675701523533259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114675701523533259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-awesome.html' title='So Awesome!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114667100700493307</id><published>2006-05-03T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T08:43:27.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VM Recap - Oh Wow!</title><content type='html'>So last night was the second to last episode of the second season of Veronica Mars. I'm not quite sure what I'll do with myself in a few weeks when the season is over but I'll figure something out. At any rate, last night's episode.... WOW! I think Veronica and Keith are even closer to finding out who caused the bus crash now that it seems apparent that Woody is a pedophile. I can't wait to find out who really caused the bus crash! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the big part of last night's episode was of course the verdict on Aaron's trial. I'm sorry but not-guilty? WTF? I think this episode did a great job showing that sometimes the American justice system is a joke (OJ anyone?). I know that the episode only showed the defense side of the trial and that it's obviously a TV show and the focused on the lack of tapes but what about the fact that Veronica could testify that she saw Aaron beat a man senseless? What about hospital records for Keith and Veronica and the owner of that house, all of which would indicate that Aaron Eckolls is violent? What about the fact that the house was on fire and all that other stuff that happened the night of the last episode? What about finding the guy that Aaaron beat senseless? What about bringin up that Aaron beats Logan? All of this I think would have eclipsed the lack of the tapes but hey, what do I know right? At any rate, I can't believe they found him "not-guilty". Weak. At least it's going to make the last episode very interesting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fellow VM fans out there, let's hear your thoughts on who caused the bus crash and why! I'll take other predictions as well. I'm torn between Woody causing the crash and Aaron having something to do with it. I really don't have strong feelings either way on the crash. I'm hoping that in the last epiosde Veronica and my TV boyfriend get along better and that he saves her or something that makes him not be such an ass. I hope Kendall gets it and that Weevil isn't charged or put in jail for anything having to do with Thumper. And finally, I hope that the season two DVD set comes out shortly after the season finale. As in the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114667100700493307?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114667100700493307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114667100700493307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114667100700493307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114667100700493307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/vm-recap-oh-wow.html' title='VM Recap - Oh Wow!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114659337735954868</id><published>2006-05-02T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:09:37.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Tid-Bits</title><content type='html'>- I have a migraine and it won't go away. I'm convinced it's because I've got a brain sucker behind my left eye, eating away at my gray matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Giants lost yesterday, boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My hand started peeling. I think it's because I was scrubbing The Boy's bathroom with bleach over the weekend. It's kind of nasty and itchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The weather has turned nice here in SF except that means allergies and being daily confronted with the reality that I have to work and that no, I can't just ditch out to go sit in the sun (also, that I am an ungodly pale color). Alas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Next week is E3. While work will be crazy busy as a result, I can't wait to hear what Nintendo has to share about everything. Wii? DS lite in America? One can only hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114659337735954868?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114659337735954868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114659337735954868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114659337735954868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114659337735954868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuesday-tid-bits.html' title='Tuesday Tid-Bits'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114649941766170506</id><published>2006-05-01T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T09:03:37.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are Fun</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was a fun one for me involving too much food and a lot of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - A certain boyfriend o' mine passed along Giants tickets at the last minute so the roomie and I headed to the brewery, had a burger and a beer and picked up the tickets. The Boy joined us later and so we all drank beer, watched the Giants beat AZ and laughed at general silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - BEER FEST! Had a stupid school thing during the day and then it was off to BEER FEST 06! The International Beer Fest down in Fort Mason was soooo much fun. Of course I ate too fast and ate too much (what do you expect when you just walk around and grab food?) and I drank a lot. I tasted a few new beers, some good, some really bad. I also got to drink a few dixie cups full of my favorites (Unibroue was there, Bear Republic, Speakeasy, North Coast, etc. etc.). I had a ton of fun, spilled beer all over myself and engaged in lots of general merriment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Recovery and BBQ where for some reason, i felt the need to gorge myself on meat. Ribs ribs ribs! I ate too much and spent some time trying to digest. Then I watched a movie and went to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114649941766170506?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114649941766170506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114649941766170506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114649941766170506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114649941766170506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekends-are-fun.html' title='Weekends are Fun'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114608370888289831</id><published>2006-04-26T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:35:08.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Like Um...</title><content type='html'>Work totally blows chunks as of late. I can't wait for this weekend. Beerfest time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114608370888289831?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114608370888289831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114608370888289831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114608370888289831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114608370888289831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-like-um.html' title='So Like Um...'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114590684323992410</id><published>2006-04-24T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:27:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weaksauce</title><content type='html'>I'm a little annoyed right now with certain dynamics between myself and certain people in my friendship group. I'm not going to name names or point fingers but I will say this, I think the best quality in a friend is honesty and trustworthiness (spelling?). I feel that as a friend, I can be trusted with juicy gossip, depended upon to be there when I'm needed and even when I'm not needed. I can be counted upon to do something silly to make one laugh and to try my best to find something positive and humorous with all things. And above all, I have made many efforts to be as honest and as upfront with my friends as possible, even if it means telling them things they might not want to hear but need to hear. And do these people appreciate my honesty? No, not really. I guess they would rather I lie and tell them something that would make them feel better when they would have only have seen the truth eventually and been even more hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's really just my approach?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114590684323992410?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114590684323992410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114590684323992410&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114590684323992410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114590684323992410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/weaksauce.html' title='Weaksauce'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114572104706532531</id><published>2006-04-22T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T08:50:47.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reality of Getting Old</title><content type='html'>The reality of getting old isn't so much the gray hair or the wrinkles because you can hide those thing. I already dye my hair on a regular basis because i have a lot of gray for someone at the tender age of 24 going on 25. No, the reality of getting old is that you are lame and can't be up late every night like you used to be with out some sort of side effect and aches and pains. It's true! For example, I was up late Monday because someone (aka me) waited until the absolute last minute to write their paper and put together the PowerPoint for their presentation. I was in bed around one. Then Tuesday I had class and after class, though I was tired, I absolutely HAD to watch VM that my roomie had taped for me. I mean, how could I not want to see my TV boyfriend? (Kendall is still a bitch by the way). That was another late night. Then Wednesday, people sucked and I had to deal with their general suckiness by going out for a few beers. Then Thursday was another late night. So, what was the result? The result was that on Friday I was in bed by 10 and passed out with a sore throat and a stuffy nose. weak! and now i have a cold and I'm old and all achy and full of pain. totally weak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114572104706532531?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114572104706532531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114572104706532531&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114572104706532531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114572104706532531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/reality-of-getting-old.html' title='The Reality of Getting Old'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114563350876115546</id><published>2006-04-21T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:31:48.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Last night I saw the Notorious Bettie Page and it was good. I liked how parts where she was in New York were black and white and the times that she was in Miami on vacation in color. I liked how they portrayed her struggle with her faith and what she was doing and I found it interesting how they incorporated congressional hearings on "smut". I enjoyed the movie and I'd recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what I didn't enjoy was paying $9.75 for a movie! Nine freaking seventy-five!!!!! I know it's been a while since I've gone to a movie that's out and frankly, at $9.75 (and $10 on the weekends), I'm more inclined to get a Netflix subscription and just wait until everything comes out on DVD. I mean honestly, who wants to pay that much to go see another Hollywood shitpile (like Pride and Prejudice that I saw recently on DVD. Who actually paid to see that garbage?). I know it's partially inflation but mostly studio's trying to recover the costs of their crappy movies and the exorbitant costs of shitty movie stars. Not to mention covering the costs of running those ginormous movie plexes. Needless to say, I don't think I'll be seeing any movies in the theaters for a while because I just can't think of any movie coming out that I would want to pay that much for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114563350876115546?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114563350876115546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114563350876115546&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114563350876115546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114563350876115546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114556673109036814</id><published>2006-04-20T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:58:51.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Party!!</title><content type='html'>I want to bump Fiddy in my cube and throw a cube dance party. Something tells me that my surrounding coworkers and my boss wouldn't appreciate it but boo to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wooo! I'll take you to the candy shop"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine started a myspace group in honor of my boobies. It's weird that my boobs have a fan club but I don't. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114556673109036814?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114556673109036814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114556673109036814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114556673109036814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114556673109036814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/dance-party.html' title='Dance Party!!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114554781219815219</id><published>2006-04-20T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:43:32.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Me Not</title><content type='html'>When The Boy and I took our break back in Feb, I started smoking again. I hadn't planned to start smoking, it was more, I'm crying every five minutes, I'll allow myself to buy a pack and then when I'm done, I promised myself that that would be it. Unfortunately I broke my promise to myself and I kind of started smoking again. Yes I know I'm bad but can you really blame me? I was broken hearted and lost at sea! At any rate, now that things are sort of on the way to being really good with The Boy and now that I really have no excuse like a broken heart or anything, I've gone back to quitting and not being a smoker. For a while I was wearing the patch and trying to not smoke but that didn't work so well because I found myself removing the patch to smoke. So, I'm going cold turkey. I quit for almost a year so I think I can do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside? I'm impatient as all fuck! I have absolutely no tolerance for any sort of, um, well I basically have no tolerance for anyone or anything. I'm irritable and crabby and did I mention I was irritable? So, let this be a warning to all y'all, don't piss me off or I'll rip you a new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114554781219815219?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114554781219815219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114554781219815219&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114554781219815219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114554781219815219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/cross-me-not.html' title='Cross Me Not'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114546259889695076</id><published>2006-04-19T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:03:18.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Knew it But...</title><content type='html'>I'm awesome! I presented my shitty presentation last night in class and though I said "crappy" during my presentation, I feel that I rocked it. Students asked me the most questions and they laughed when I called something crappy. I am Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I don't know if I've shared how awesome my TV show is but it is and last night was a great episode! If you don't want a Veronica Mars spoiler, I suggest you stop reading now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally knew that Kendall was a skanky ho-bag! I knew that there was more to her than meets the eye! I knew that it was her getting in the car when the guy drove up in the green 'cuda! What a skank! I hope the Fitzpatricks beat her up and ruin her pretty little face. hah! I'm glad that Weevil rescued his fellow PCHers but I'm sad that he's not in the bike club anymore :(  I liked it when he ran things. So, I'm hoping that VM and my TV Boyfriend (Logan) get back together soon. They so belong together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough about my opinions on trivial matters. So here's what I'm thinking: With what we learned last episode, I would be surprised if Kendall and the Fitzpatricks have something to do with the bus crash. I also think Duncan has to be involved with something somehow. He sucks so he has to be, especially now that they found the statue with his hair on it too. Although, I wonder if Lilly stole that statue and buried it, I mean, why would Aaron hit Lilly with his oscar statue and then bury it in the Kane backyard? That makes no sense! And why would Duncan take the statue from the Eckolls house, hit his sister with it and then bury it in his backyard? That doesn't make any sense either. I can't wait until the last three episodes! EEK! I hope that VM comes out on DVD shortly after the season ends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114546259889695076?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114546259889695076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114546259889695076&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114546259889695076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114546259889695076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-all-knew-it-but.html' title='We All Knew it But...'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114503005519076079</id><published>2006-04-14T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:54:15.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning I didn't feel that hot. I felt like I had a hangover and all I had drank the night before was A Guinness (yes, singular, one, A). I do think a large part of my headache was due to staring at my stupid monitor doing research for most of yesterday. And, Guinness gives me gas so all in all, I felt pretty crappy this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing brightens up your morning as much as getting off the bus to find that it's actually sunny and warmish downtown. And the icing on the cake is having a fun song come on the mini-precious! None other than the Advantage doing the theme to Super Mario Bros. 2! Fun fun fun! Makes me want to play that game. Oh, and then coming into work to find that we're closing at 3:00 today doesn't hurt either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;(fucking finally)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114503005519076079?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114503005519076079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114503005519076079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114503005519076079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114503005519076079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/friday-fun_14.html' title='Friday Fun'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114496450190866754</id><published>2006-04-13T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:41:41.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunny Out</title><content type='html'>Wow, for what feels like the first time in years, the sun is out here in San Francisco. It's easy to get down and sad when all you've seen is gray skies, rain, and fog for the past month. I managed to get burned at the game over the weekend but I was still happy because there was actual sun out. Today started out shitty but then I went and sat in the sun for a few minutes and I feel 10 times happier. The Sun heals me! I need it! True to my cat like nature, I need a warm patch of sun to nap in for most of the day (unfortunately I don't get to nap as much as I'd like)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114496450190866754?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114496450190866754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114496450190866754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114496450190866754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114496450190866754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-sunny-out.html' title='It&apos;s Sunny Out'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114494405711296724</id><published>2006-04-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:00:57.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed (once again)</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling particularly misanthropic today. I have a few ideas why. For one, I'm on the rag and that usually makes me crabbier than... well, a crab. Two, a homeless man sat next to me on the bus and he smelled and I'm sorry but after living in this city for three years now, you sort of stop having sympathy for homeless people and especially those that stink up your morning commute. I seriously thought I was going to vomit so I had to move up the bus to get away from the smell, meaning I lost my seat and had to stand in the sea of pushy fellow commuters. That makes reason number three why I'm annoyed. Reason number four, and this is a big one, is that I bought a cup of coffee this morning and it kept spilling all over me. Those stupid lids never work, coffee always sloshes out and then just makes a mess everywhere! And the lid doesn't properly seal over the part where the seam of the cup is! ARGH! I got coffee all over me and that makes me so ANNOYED! (and yes I know I could always make coffee at home and use my own travel mug that doesn't spill or something like that, I was running late and hence had to buy coffee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I think the day will perk up as it wears on. I have a feeling it will. At least, it better! *shakes fist at the sky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114494405711296724?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114494405711296724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114494405711296724&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114494405711296724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114494405711296724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/annoyed-once-again.html' title='Annoyed (once again)'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114489570033475677</id><published>2006-04-12T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:35:00.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Rule!</title><content type='html'>Well only sort of. The guy at ATT who helped me set up my DSL router rules because now I FINALLY have internet at home! YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114489570033475677?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114489570033475677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114489570033475677&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114489570033475677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114489570033475677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-rule.html' title='I Rule!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114485553150296849</id><published>2006-04-12T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:25:31.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Funny</title><content type='html'>-- I think it's funny that even though I don't commute far to work and I don't drive to work, I still find it essential to watch the am news for weather and traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I find it even funnier that I feel compelled to watch the weather when I know the forecast. Rain. More rain. Rain all of April. *sigh* The "Governator" declared a state of emergency in my 'hood because of all the rain so really, there's nothing new that the weatherman will tell me. But I still have to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I woke up last night at exactly at 1:50, it's as if I woke up to someone yelling "Last call!" and I thought, oh, I better go get a beer. But then I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I find it funny that I'm so upset about something that probably didn't happen but I feel so convinced that it did. I'll find out later on today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114485553150296849?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114485553150296849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114485553150296849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114485553150296849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114485553150296849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-funny.html' title='It&apos;s Funny'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114479369171384234</id><published>2006-04-11T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:14:51.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit, Post #3!</title><content type='html'>So I thought I would just share that I love Mac and Cheese. I'd like to think that I love it enough to consider myself a connoisseur of Mac and Cheese. If you're going with home made, one of my girlfriends, K, makes the best Mac and Cheese ever. I know everyone has different recipies and different things they add so I'm just going to leave the homemade award to K. Instead, I'm going to talk about boxed Mac and Cheese and that of the "Easy Mac" variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this up because I just attempted to make the Annie's White Chedder "Easy Mac" equivalent at work and it's nasty yo! If possible, I'd say it's nastier than Kraft Easy Mac (which, as gross as it sounds, I kind of like). If I'm going with boxed mac and cheese, I'd rather go with the stove-top cook kinds (all about the Kraft Mac and Cheese Spirals!) but when you're at work, starving and broke, you take what you can get. In some ways, I wish that I hadn't just plowed through and eaten that whole bowl of it because, well, it was gross and now my tummy hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114479369171384234?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114479369171384234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114479369171384234&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114479369171384234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114479369171384234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-shit-post-3.html' title='Holy Shit, Post #3!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114478436246202638</id><published>2006-04-11T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:39:23.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post # 2!</title><content type='html'>So, here we are a second time today. Post #2. I was over at &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com"&gt;Dooce&lt;/a&gt; where I read &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/archives/daily/04_11_2006.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post about new music. The photos are amazing but it's the bit at the end that got me. In fact, the bit at the end made me feel that once again, that for the millionth time since early February, my heart was being ripped out and stepped all over. During the month of Feb. and most of March, I couldn't listen to certain songs or certain artists completely because they reminded me of what I had had and what I was missing from my life and it made me hurt SO FUCKING BAD. Van Morrison? Nope, listened to that too much together. Townes? Another big fat no. Certain Elliott Smith songs that always made me think of him? No again. It's amazing how things like music and smells and scents can conjure up memories more powerful than pictures can. Pictures remind you what you saw and for me, they evoke memories but they are just duplicates of the picture that I took. With music or certain smells, I feel like I am transported back in time to that moment and those feelings that I felt at that particular time. When I listened to VanMo this past month, it took me back to a time where I was laughing and so happy and I felt so safe and to feel the stark, cold contrast of my empty bed and the reality of my situation made me feel like I was dying. This post just reminded me of those feelings (the contrasts) and I feel down again because I feel that unless something fantastic happens, it will never be the same again. I know that I will always feel afraid to show my love now and that I will always be afraid that at any given moment, the bottom will drop out again. But hey, they say that uncertainty is the spice of life and I guess then that music is the icing on the cake... or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114478436246202638?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114478436246202638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114478436246202638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114478436246202638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114478436246202638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/post-2.html' title='Post # 2!'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114478000227188731</id><published>2006-04-11T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T11:26:42.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Melissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://melysah.blogspot.com"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; yelled at me today and told me (well, all of us) to post so I'm posting. About nothing. Because I don't have much to say. I did update my links. If I forgot you, let me know and I'll add you. I'm still working on making sure my additions don't screw up Angie's Awesome Template she made for me. They're alphabetical except for Angie because she's number 1 for making my template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff about me that I feel like telling you today -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dye my hair. It's a darker brown these days. It covers the grays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've got my glasses on. My eyes hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My jeans keep getting holes on the inside leg part. I think my jeans are telling me I have thunder thighs (even though I fit in my skinny jeans, what the heck?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a boyfriend. We don't talk as much as I'd like. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like to drink beer. I drink Guinness a lot but I do like IPAs and Belgian beers (I like the sours a lot...what are they called? Rodenbach?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm in school for my MBA in marketing. I like marketing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love my iBook. It's my PRECIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm bored of this list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I doubt anyone cares. Do you? You should, I'm awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am awesome... and fabulous. And I recently realized that I'm cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you still reading this? why? I'm boring today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm done with this crap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114478000227188731?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114478000227188731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114478000227188731&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114478000227188731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114478000227188731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-melissa.html' title='For Melissa'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114469806382867117</id><published>2006-04-10T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:41:05.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Monday</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything of importance to say today. I'm just going to make a list of stuff because I'm bored at work and I really don't feel like working or studying for my midterm right now (my Monday night class can suck it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My roomie and I were blow-drying our hair this morning at the same time and we blew a fuse. The power went out and it sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went to the Giants game on Saturday and I got burnt. I am lobster girl, fear me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ball park food is yummy but the after effects of garlic fries are not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When the ball park charges 7.50 for Coors light and 8.25 for good beer (like Guinness or Lagunitas IPA etc.), why would anyone buy Coors light? Why not spend a bit more and get something that's better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in life are OK except for the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is ruining my social life. Time has gone by too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm doing ok as far as The Boy and I are concerned. Baby steps, baby steps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114469806382867117?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114469806382867117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114469806382867117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114469806382867117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114469806382867117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-monday.html' title='Random Monday'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114443687073687874</id><published>2006-04-07T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:07:50.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Swiped this off of Angie's page because it looked like fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)&lt;br /&gt;- Julius Balboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your mother's side, your favorite candy)&lt;br /&gt;- Zoe Rochfort (I copied Angie and went with another favorite beer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last name)&lt;br /&gt;- Not gonna do this one, it would give away too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite animal, favorite color)&lt;br /&gt;- Tiger pink? Um… weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;- Leilanie San Mateo (um, again no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)&lt;br /&gt;- Swa Apu Ind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. PORN STAR NAME: (middle name, street you grew up on)&lt;br /&gt;- Leilanie 16th Ave (My favorite! Sounds so hookery!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, the automobile you drive)&lt;br /&gt;- The Pink '70 Chevelle SS (okay, so not what I'm driving but I want to be driving it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114443687073687874?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114443687073687874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114443687073687874&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114443687073687874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114443687073687874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/swiped-this-off-of-angies-page-because.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23121483.post-114442673435709500</id><published>2006-04-07T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:18:54.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun</title><content type='html'>So I'm totally digging this new template, its awesome! I will be updating my links to give back to my adoring public ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad it's Friday, I'm pretty darn tired today. I went out last night for a couple of beers with The Boy and company. I don't know how, when or why, but I've really become a lightweight. I drank 2.5 Guinness (Guinesses? Guinni?) and I feel like I got hit by a truck today. I don't get it, I used to be able to drink a lot more but lately even one beer can make me feel buzzed. The weirdest part is that I usually drink higher ABV type beers, like IPAs that are 6.7 % ABV or when I've got the cash, Belgian beers that hover around 9/10% ABV. I also have realized that Guinness gives me gas the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting free tickets to the Giants game tomorrow and tonight is girls night! It's shaping up to be a good weekend despite the rain. Ha! In your face shitty weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23121483-114442673435709500?l=thepinkkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/114442673435709500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23121483&amp;postID=114442673435709500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114442673435709500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23121483/posts/default/114442673435709500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepinkkitty.blogspot.com/2006/04/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun'/><author><name>The Pink Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783525099491994819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img240.exs.cx/img240/3808/me9sl.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
