tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106444512024-03-13T12:26:58.666-07:00Thinking Outloud for the Whole World to Hear...Ambiguous Phrase of the Week: The designer dresses were sent back to the store and the flowers were burned. The chocolates…well you have to eat those.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-78682294394717755602008-01-14T00:56:00.000-07:002008-01-14T01:17:43.024-07:00The Doctor: She's climbing out the window, isn't she? Secretary: Yes, she is.Since school's been out, high school I should say, I've been feeling as though graduation was just pomp-and-circumstantial-ass-kick out of the realm of comfort and into a frighteningly shiny world of...money, loans, jobs, money, cars, mortgages, rent... credit. It's really all just a never ending cycle of borrowing and gaining and losing over and over and over until you die.<br /><br />At least, that's what it seems like at the moment, and I'm still living at home. Truth be told, I don't think I can survive in the real world.<br /><br />Sometimes... when I'm alone, I seriously consider just letting go of my sanity.<br /><br />-Go fuckin' nuts... 'cause it seems like it'd be easier, men in lab coats... tranquilizer darts... no responsibility... just sit and watch t.v. I could even drool on my shirt allllll day if I wanted... medicine time... snack time... it'd be like pre-school all over again.<br /><br />Pre-school was nice.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-49924542047058801332008-01-10T11:01:00.000-07:002008-01-10T11:03:24.347-07:00About timeI hung out with some pretty unfortunate people the other day... it made me appreciate my sensible friends.<br /><br />You know who you guys are, and thanks.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-47411497227251095812007-11-09T17:38:00.001-07:002007-11-09T17:52:19.783-07:00Oh, these things... they ruin me.I'm bored and have time to kill before work, so what the hell...<br /><br /><br />A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.<br /><br />B. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves.<br /><br />C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.<br /><br />1. If I'm in an airport in a new place and I have no idea where I'm going I will use a foreign accent so that people won't think I'm an ignorant American.<br /><br />2. I hate when people use the word 'party' as a verb.<br /><br />3. Sometimes I go days without sleep or food on accident... It's bad, I know.<br /><br />4. I love my family and friends so much it actually hurts.<br /><br />5. I have a flash temper that is easily set off by stupidity and I can be very cruel to anyone who makes an ignorant comment.<br /><br />6. I am a massive fan of the films.<br /><br />I'm not going to tag anyone. I'm sorry. looooove you.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-10905727218198359972007-10-24T18:41:00.000-07:002007-10-24T19:06:58.768-07:00-Can't think of anything witty in particular for the title...For the longest time I've had... little lies that I slip into from situation to situation. When I say lies, I don't mean I tell them- I mean I <i>become</i> them. It's like a pair of shoes or dress for each occasion that I don because I want certain people to view me in a certain way. This has lent itself to some rather annoying set backs though. Because by doing this I've unintentionally created expectations in others for me to always act that way (I hope this makes sense), and it can get very tiresome to live up to those expectations.<br /><br />Right now, is one of those days where all I'm thinking is, "Fuck all! I just want to be a buttercup."<br /><br />This is, selfish of me to think, because I know that I'm not the only human being on the planet who acts this way, <i>everybody</i> does. Everybody I've ever met has different acts they put on around different people. It's normal.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-60804407430226261642007-10-15T13:04:00.001-07:002007-10-15T13:07:09.110-07:00GReatI really have nothing to day right now...<br /><br />I just felt like blogging.<br /><br />Ignore this post.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-23493653776234314482007-08-29T03:55:00.000-07:002007-08-29T03:57:26.071-07:00poopyyeeeeah, I can't get rid of this blog. I'm too attached to it.<br /><br />I'll just have to post things on my myspace, facebook and this....<br /><br />grrr.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-39654075300534217962007-08-10T07:04:00.000-07:002007-08-10T07:07:44.749-07:00...I think the time has finally come when I say farewell to this blog....<br /><br />It's going to take several days, because I need to transfer all my blogs over to either my myspace profile or my facebook profile, but it has been decreed:<br /><br />I, JESSAMYN SVENSSON WILL NEVER USE THIS BLOG AGAIN SO...<br /><br />GOOD-BYE,<br />SO LONG,<br />...and good luck?<br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div>thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-29762132064601571762007-08-02T14:11:00.001-07:002007-08-02T14:11:40.620-07:00Kick Freaking Ass<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/2ynXBMgLEbM' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2ynXBMgLEbM'/></object></p><p>watch. enjoy.</p></div>thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-11755105271042350142007-07-31T18:43:00.001-07:002007-07-31T19:13:15.990-07:00Boo! Hiss! Down in Front!This week's <span><span>Coodos</span></span> goes to:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nzmaths.co.nz/Measurement/Volume/VolumeImages/popcorn.gif"><img src="http://www.nzmaths.co.nz/Measurement/Volume/VolumeImages/popcorn.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span><strong>CONSIDERATE MOVIE-GOERS</strong></span><br /><strong>Thank you</strong> for <i>speaking politely</i> when ordering your food at the consessions stand.<br /><strong>Thank you</strong> for <strong>not</strong> <i>blaming</i> us when our inventory is out of stock (it really isn't our fault, y'know).<br />Most of all...<br /><strong>Thank you</strong> for cleaning up after<i> yourselves</i> and not leaving your used garbage all over the theatre floors (especially on Sundays when there is <i><strong>only one of us cleaning the theatre!!!)</strong></i><i><br /><br /></i>This week's <span><strong>Slap on the Wrist </strong></span>goes to:<br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.toxicshock.tv/news/wp-content/uploads/live_free_or_die_hard.jpg"><img src="http://www.toxicshock.tv/news/wp-content/uploads/live_free_or_die_hard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">The <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Die Hard</span></span></strong> Crowd.<br /> <br />Don't get me wrong, everyone knows that <span style="font-size:130%;">Bruce Willis</span> + <strong>Guns</strong> = <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#333300;">AWESOME</span></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#333300;">,</span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> but seriously folks, everytime I've had to clean a Die Hard theatre, it has never failed to be the messiest.<br /><br />I know that I'm gettng paid to clean, but that doesn't mean I'm walking around with a "throw-your-shit-<i>EVERYWHERE</i>-and-please-don't-worry-about-it-because-it's-my-job-to-clean" sign across my forehead!<span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">SO</span></strong></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Please, for the love of GOD...<br /><br />Clean up after yourselves!!!<br /></span></span><br /></div><br /></div>thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-39519219575117040982007-07-15T19:14:00.000-07:002007-07-15T19:15:31.859-07:00Camp Granada: The Complete LyricsHello muddah, hello faddah<br />Here I am at Camp Granada<br />Camp is very entertaining<br />And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.<br /><br />I went hiking with Joe Spivy<br />He developed poison ivy<br />You remember Leonard Skinner<br />He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.<br /><br />All the counselors hate the waiters<br />And the lake has alligators<br />And the head coach wants no sissies<br />So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.<br /><br />How I don't want this should scare ya<br />But my bunkmate has malaria<br />You remember Jeffrey Hardy<br />They're about to organize a searching party.<br /><br />Take me home, oh muddah, faddah<br />Take me home, I hate Granada<br />Don't leave me out in the forest where<br />I might get eaten by a bear.<br />Take me home I promise I will not make noise<br />Or mess the house with other boys.<br />Oh please don't make me stay<br />I've been here one whole day.<br /><br />Dearest faddah, darling muddah,<br />How's my precious little bruddah<br />Let me come home, if you miss me<br />I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.<br /><br />Wait a minute, it's stopped hailing.<br />Guys are swimming, guys are sailing<br />Playing baseball, gee that's better<br />Muddah, faddah kindly disregard this letter.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-5966684120915333372007-06-11T16:13:00.000-07:002007-06-11T16:31:30.188-07:00GOOD-LUCK!Good-bye.<br /><br />I never told my classmates Good-bye. Instead I wished them Good-luck.<br /><br />It was the first time I ever truly meant it...<a href="http://a382.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/14/l_8902622eb0c97934acee8c6d8104792d.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://a382.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/14/l_8902622eb0c97934acee8c6d8104792d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-89350479500560212942007-06-10T21:12:00.000-07:002007-06-10T21:54:44.231-07:00Racial Vilification Cake Mix: Add Ignorance and stir...Racism, Hate, Intolerance and Bigotry.<br /><br />I can't say I hate those who hate, because that would then make me a hypocrit.<br /><br />But for lack of a better word: I <i>Hate</i> Bigots. <br /><br />I know someone, who will remain nameless, who is unabashedly bigoted toward Mexicans, or anyone that is of Latino decent living in the United States. His reasoning is that if you live in the US, you should speak English. It... pisses me off to no end that this guy, one of my good friends, who I know for a fact is smart, hates a race of people for <i>such</i> an <b>ignorant</b> reason. His point, while semi-valid, is not enough to justify hate toward an entire race of people. It's ridiculous.<br /><br />If you are in a foreign country, like, France or someplace and you ran into an American, or someone else who's native toungue is English would you speak French with them? <i>NO</i>. No you would not. You would speak English. And how about China Town? Little Italy? What do you think the predominantly spoken languages are there? Even though they are still located in the United States? <br /><br />BEFORE YOU FREAKING CONDEMN AN <I>ENTIRE</I> CULTURE/RACE/ETHNICITY FOR SPEAKING THEIR OWN <I>FUCKING</I> LANGUAGE TO EACHOTHER...please, think about what you would do in the same situation.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-66693547004323437752007-06-08T23:29:00.000-07:002007-06-08T23:38:28.753-07:00My New Addiction...You gotta respect men who are willing to live through the Hellish conditions of the Bering Sea so that people like me can enjoy alaskan crab like this one.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://discovery.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/05/08/caption06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://discovery.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/05/08/caption06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-57540305483474791882007-06-04T21:10:00.000-07:002007-06-04T22:51:21.829-07:00Out of Reach...Coffee eyes--eyes of whiskey.<br />Whiskey lips--lips of silk.<br />silky skin--skin of milk.<br />Milky lips--lips like wine.<br /><br />Such an elixer, is hard to find.<br /><br />It tempts the soul--<br />Would soothe my nerves--<br />If only...Oh--If only...<br /><br />You weren't out of reach.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-82451170250141959502007-05-29T22:48:00.000-07:002007-05-29T22:56:58.982-07:00Pomp and CircumstanceI'm graduating tomorrow.<br /><i>never hesitate</i><br /><br />I wonder what life has in store.<br /><i>never hesitate</i><br /><br />Never.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-19006463218196137792007-05-21T21:11:00.000-07:002007-05-21T21:23:50.351-07:00I'm So Sorry, Uncle Albert...<i>But I haven't done a bloody thing all Day.<br />I'm so sorry--Uncle Albert...<br />But the Kettle's on the Boil, I'm so easily drawn Away...</i><br /><br />*Deep Heaving Sigh*<br /><br />Oh, what? Nothing's wrong.<br />Honesty, it's the best it's been for a while...<br />I'm just--oh what I'm a looking for--what I'm I tryin' to..<br /><i>Just not satisfied.</i><br /><br />It makes me feel very bad.<br />Because he trys.<br />He tries <i>so hard</i><br /><br />I just don't know what I want.<br /><i>quite yet</i>thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-1376523865848484392007-05-13T22:24:00.000-07:002007-05-14T07:58:21.616-07:00Goodbye Fair You...I died for Beauty--but was scarce<br />Adjusted int he tomb<br />When One who died for Truth, was lain<br />In an adjoining Room--<br /><br />He questioned softly "Why I failed?"<br />"For Beauty," I replied--<br />"And I--for Truth--Themself are One--<br />We Bretheren, are," He said--<br /><br />And so, as Kinsmen, met at Night--<br />We talked between the Rooms--<br />Until the Moss had reached our lips--<br />And covered up--our names--<br /><br />-Emily Dickinsonthesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-10478325693087958152007-05-08T15:36:00.000-07:002007-05-08T21:28:23.958-07:00Yummy...One Gold Medal...<br />Two Bronze...<br />plus an imposing new title: "Pacific Northwest Champion"<br /><br />Not a bad weekend, not a bad weekend at all.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-37136529669224174462007-05-03T15:13:00.000-07:002007-05-03T16:02:14.608-07:00My Nerd Crush...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertduncanmcneill.net/images/parturitionshad.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.robertduncanmcneill.net/images/parturitionshad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />In my home we really only keep our television on one of three stations: The Discovery Channel, The Travel Channel and The History Channel. Occaisionally we will watch Comedy Central for the Daily Show or the Colbert Report, and Fox for House, but basically it's just those stations that dominate our "family-mindless-entertainment-time." So, imagine my surprise when coming home from school I turn on the boob-tube to see Spike TV displayed proudly on the screen.<br /><br />Now, times my surprise by 10 then throw in a dash of societal shame when Star Trek: Voyager ended up being the day time television show on at 2:00 p.m. weekdays. I hadn't seen an episode of Star Trek since I was about 10 years old, so watching it sent me spiralling back to my childhood. One filled with memories of my mother's nerdy friends watching Star Trek in our living room, Star Wars and Lord of the Rings Conventions and Next Generation Action Figures (I think we still have Data... I gotta find him). I only have one thing to say about it: <i>It was.. AWESOME!</i><br /><br />Fuck societal shame man, Star Trek was/is cool! It's so... cheesy and action-packed, the logic they use to get out of any kind of cosmic anomoly or social peculiarity is both irrefutable and filled with plot/loop holes that a truck (or in this case a starfleet ship) could drive (fly) through.<br /><br />Yet, I couldn't pull away.<br /><br />...I think I've found my guilty pleasure...thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-12224378082270005902007-04-29T10:31:00.001-07:002008-12-09T23:35:20.753-07:00Aint That the Truth...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/RjPB6XSyJ5I/AAAAAAAAApc/16mGKrPq-VI/s400/byme.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/RjPB6XSyJ5I/AAAAAAAAApc/16mGKrPq-VI/s400/byme.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-48745073918096117112007-04-26T20:29:00.000-07:002007-04-26T20:32:35.483-07:00ssslloooowwpoookee....I'm so physically exhausted right now.<br /><br />My legs kill.<br /><br />My left arm hurts.<br /><br />my feet are sore.<br /><br />My brain feels like mush too.<br /><br />... but I'm happy.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-26799572523310858022007-04-19T21:45:00.000-07:002007-04-19T21:52:08.684-07:00Gabe...You got sent to the other side of the nation to sort your life out.<br /><br />But, all you've done is successfully fucked it up more.<br /><br />Stop drinking.<br /><br />Stop doing drugs. <i>you're never going to be able to pas drug history if you want to go into the marines</i><br /><br />I miss you, you're better than this.<br />You're smart, you're better than this.<br /><br />But, whatever.<br /><br />It's not my life you're screwing up, but I swear to God if you get Lisa hurt in anyway I <i>will</i> make you pay.thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-11082796220061706872007-04-12T21:32:00.000-07:002007-04-13T08:34:39.299-07:00Dear God, give me the strength...I've broken down about three times just this past week.<br /><br />I'm so lost right now. I'm... very confused about most things, but at the same time very sure of a few.<br /><br /><i>The Few and Inseparable Many</i>: <br />- I don't miss anybody from last year, except for maybe Sousa and Cameron Bench, even then man... not as much as I would have thought. <br />- I'm the world's worst friend.<br />- I suck as a leader.<br />- Congratulations Chase, you got what you wanted: I'm failing as President.<br />- Nothing makes me as happy as I was when fencing was the most important thing in my life.<br />- Andrew Cerv, Lisa Aston, Michelle Dowdle, Brett Merkeley, Scott Robinson. I'm effing lucky to have you, but there is no chance in hell that I deserve your friendship (especially Brett's after all the shit I've put him through)<br />- I cheated. cheated cheated cheated. On an amazing guy with someone who made me miserable <i>what the <b>fuck</b> was I thinking?</i><br />- I'm a procrastinator and a fake. <br />- I don't care anymore, I've forgotten what caring for something feels like.<br />- It's hard to laugh.<br />- I don't know who I am any more. I'm too much of a social cameleon.<br />- Nathan, my little brother. I miss him so much.<br /><br />I'm so emotionally stressed.<br />so.<br />stressed.<br /><br />To-Do-List:<br />1. <i>Get My Shit Together</i>thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-51335191485598238362007-04-05T21:04:00.000-07:002007-04-05T21:07:08.653-07:00Today...I realised something.<br /><i>it's a secret</i>thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10644451.post-63213776072789525922007-04-01T23:01:00.000-07:002007-04-01T23:06:44.392-07:00Me and Family members...Being Awesome...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a250.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/12/l_47fea5b627383eeed0b7b93e1b3b2fd9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a250.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/12/l_47fea5b627383eeed0b7b93e1b3b2fd9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a844.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/19/l_10567200e807787383c467e81f8ee093.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a844.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/19/l_10567200e807787383c467e81f8ee093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a311.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/25/l_b08af3cad52f2b380768006bf27d1ec6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a311.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/25/l_b08af3cad52f2b380768006bf27d1ec6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a873.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_a1dc2309fd44489ce599e3de5e58d598.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a873.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_a1dc2309fd44489ce599e3de5e58d598.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a259.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_a624d9d1d3b341891361f29adb277902.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a259.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_a624d9d1d3b341891361f29adb277902.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a778.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/50/l_3c6e65c673bc03b38ddc54404e4adb19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a778.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/50/l_3c6e65c673bc03b38ddc54404e4adb19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a834.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/4/l_ddc56913130b6a5430039c291bfc5771.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a834.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/4/l_ddc56913130b6a5430039c291bfc5771.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>thesexyswedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15708065138908900415noreply@blogger.com0