<?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-3196162</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:46:25.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gripe Time</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where I complain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-8591635</id><published>2002-01-11T00:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T00:46:39.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess not.  anyone know of a comment program that actually works nowadays????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-8591635?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-8589094?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/8589094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/8589094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8589094' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-8588816</id><published>2002-01-10T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T22:35:10.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-8588816?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/8588816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/8588816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8588816' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7392675</id><published>2001-11-25T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T15:35:35.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love thanksgiving dinner, but i hate washing dishes. i wish i had a maid, just to take care of the dishes.  cooking wouldn't be that bad if the dishes magically washed themselves and put themselves away or something.  maybe they'll invent that in the future. maybe i'll invent that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7392675?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7392675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7392675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7392675' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7392648</id><published>2001-11-25T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T15:34:28.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh it's cold now. it's cold and rainy and dreary. i don't even feel like getting up or going out.  i mean, i want to go outside, but it's too freaking cold out there to bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7392648?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7392648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7392648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7392648' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7224397</id><published>2001-11-18T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-18T18:49:29.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was thinking last night, how nasty  it is that little bugs are crawling all over our bodies all the time and we can't even see them.  yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7224397?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7224397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7224397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7224397' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7187004</id><published>2001-11-16T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-16T22:19:26.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's getting darker earlier and earlier.  by around 445pm it's really dark out there which sucks cuz  i can't go running, well i guess i really CAN go, but i don't want to go in the dark cuz i don't live in the suburbs where everybody you see lives around your block.  here, people you see may live literally "around your block", or they could be selling crack or assorted other delicacies to the people who live around your block. so... i'm not going jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7187004?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7187004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7187004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7187004' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7186957</id><published>2001-11-16T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-16T22:17:21.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my bravenet super duper free counter thing has been down for the past couple of days. now it's back up and i can see that NOBODY is reading this except me and a couple, LITERALLY couple of other people.  please sign my &lt;a href="http://pub47.bravenet.com/guestbook/show.php?usernum=4016193166&amp;cpv=1"&gt;guestbook&lt;/a&gt; so i know at least ONE other person is reading this and i'm not typing to my freaking self. will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7186957?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7186957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7186957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7186957' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7135907</id><published>2001-11-14T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T23:09:50.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7135907?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7135907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7135907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7135907' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7106063</id><published>2001-11-13T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T21:57:18.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, but WHY the heck did i just look out of my window and see about 6 guys fighting out there in the alley?  i watched for a while cuz it was interesting, but then i figured out they were play fighting.  why do guys DO stuff like that?  they looked around 18 or 19 years old and they were rolling all over people's cars and stuff. i'm glad my car wasn't out there cuz i'd have been cussing them out through the window REAL quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7106063?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7106063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7106063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7106063' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7105614</id><published>2001-11-13T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T21:40:56.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my eczema is still controlling both hands over here.  the cuts are very painful and the itching is coming back in the mornings. i don't know what the heck happened. i've never had anything like this before and last month, BOOM, my hands became an eczema factory.  i've tried all types of medicines, perscription and otherwise, all kinds of oil, olive, grapeseed oil, almond and coconut, vaseline, shea butter, lubriderm, and none of this stuff works.  it's ugly too and i can't even get my nails done now because of it :(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7105614?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7105614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7105614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7105614' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7105545</id><published>2001-11-13T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T21:37:55.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, why did this chic on real world play my boy malik like that?  that was soooooooooooooo wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7105545?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7105545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7105545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7105545' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7080049</id><published>2001-11-12T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T14:45:33.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's hard not having anyone to talk to during the day. i guess i could call people and bug them at work, but you run out of stuff to say after a while if you don't have any common experiences once in a while to keep the talk new and interesting.  so, i just spend my days talking, for the most part to people i don't know in "real life" on the internet.  that's pretty fun, except when they do mean things that they'd never do in person ( I WOULD, but that's a whole nother topic altogether...) like cuss you out or call your momma names or say you smell funny or whatnot, which is really silly, but is a common occurence on the internet i guess cuz it's just too dyam easy to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7080049?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7080049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7080049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7080049' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7071611</id><published>2001-11-12T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-12T17:48:11.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up with a sore throat. didn't find out about this latest plane crash until around noon when i went to a message board i usually post on which has nothing to do with anything like that, but there it was anway, upsetting my blissful midday ignorance and making me once more, a faithful cnn watcher, except univision had more actual crash site footage than cnn so i kept watching univision trying to decipher the spanish and watching people scream and cry in spanish when they found out their loved ones were gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7071611?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7071611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7071611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7071611' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7046308</id><published>2001-11-11T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-11T19:20:26.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a purple flower plant and it's dying. i guess it doesn't get a lot of sunshine in our hallway.  oh well... i'm trying to take good care of it still...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7046308?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7046308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7046308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7046308' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7046204</id><published>2001-11-11T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-11T19:15:31.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems like there's never enough time in the day to do anything. i have these rolls of film that i need to take to the store to get developed and i keep meaning to do it, but by the time i get ready to go it's dark and i've lost the desire to go outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this daylight savings time thing sucks.  who's daylight is it saving anyway?  i don't understand why they want it to get darker earlier anway. they need to just go ahead and fast forward the time 4hours or so so it gets dark around 9pm. that'd be perfect because that's when most stores close, so that's all the daylight i'd need anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7046204?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7046204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7046204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7046204' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7027408</id><published>2001-11-10T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-10T22:07:19.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are these loud ass garbage trucks that come rumbling up the alley outside of my bedroom window, starting at around 7am monday morning and continuing all day.  they are SO loud. there is some loud motor, first of all, that is used  to pick up the garbage bins and then after they dump them into the truck, the trucks drop these heavy bins back on the concrete with a loud metal on concrete BANG, and as if THAT wasn't bad enough, i think the entire fleet of trucks has no mufflers, so you can just imagine what the things sound like. it's horrid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7027408?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7027408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7027408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#7027408' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7027134</id><published>2001-11-10T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-10T21:50:33.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this war thing is getting so old. so, are we still "at war" with terrorism, or what? have we "smoked them out of their holes" yet?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7027134?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7027134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7027134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#7027134' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-7010546</id><published>2001-11-10T01:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-10T01:11:06.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, i had these weird dreams last night.  the first one was about some play that i was in charge of casting. the play took place in a big blimp under water with a platform built in a square on top of the ocean where people stood to watch the play. during the play, some people got out of the blimp by accident i guess and started to drown in the ocean, but saved themselves by opening bottles of champagne and using the propulsion to bring themselves to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;  the second dream was even stranger.  there was a pile of rocks at the end of I55 with pure countryside around it. i was with my girls and we saw a car stranded on the rock pile and helped the people out and called 911.  by the time the ambulance arrived, we realized it was a trap set up by the people of the surrounding town to trap us in their village because they needed some new people in there because they were all inbred and things.  the ambulance caught some other unlucky motorists just as we were running away and we saw the evil ambulance people, or paramedics or whatever you call them, giving them some gas or something to brainwash the people into staying.  we were running through all kinds of woods and people's backyards to try to escape this village, but we couldn't find our way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you these were some strange dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and my eyes hurt from messing with photoshop this past hour....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-7010546?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7010546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/7010546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#7010546' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6981732</id><published>2001-11-08T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T21:54:36.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geez.  another site that makes netscape crash is blogger, which happens to be the editor i use to make this lame ass diary.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6981732?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6981732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6981732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6981732' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6981654</id><published>2001-11-08T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T21:52:18.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today it was freaking freezing. the cuts on my fingers from this eczema are open up and burning like hell.  it sucks.  i ate some baklava or however the hell you spell it. one little piece has like 22 grams of fat and 350 calories. i'm not eating dinner tonight.  i also ate a nice juicy white flour bagel.  white flour is really bad for you they say and i ate the whole thing.  another reason i'm not eating dinner tonight.  i still feel really fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6981654?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6981654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6981654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6981654' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6959631</id><published>2001-11-07T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-07T23:45:02.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have to think too hard for something to gripe about today, so maybe i won't gripe too much except to say that i feel fat and still need to get a lsat study book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6959631?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6959631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6959631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6959631' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6932677</id><published>2001-11-07T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-07T00:21:18.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6932677?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6932677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6932677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6932677' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6902952</id><published>2001-11-05T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-05T23:26:15.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw that movie called "trois" tonight.  it was more violent than i thought it would be, but it had an interesting twist at the end though and brought back some disturbing memories of past stalkers.  man, you really have to be careful who you deal with in this world.  there are some crazos out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6902952?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6902952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6902952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6902952' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6902587</id><published>2001-11-05T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-05T23:08:48.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok today was really fucked up for my virtual palace over here.  i was sharing my bravenet stats and guestbook accounts and someone out there in internet land said "someone posted using her internet name" on the message board and got the whole flucking account crashed.  watch what you do people, because some lame loser is always willing to go tell "big brother" on you.  also, next lesson, if you really want to protect your internet property, get your own server and keep it in your bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6902587?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6902587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6902587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6902587' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6871712</id><published>2001-11-04T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-04T22:18:30.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, today it was freaking freezing.  i went jogging and when i came back, my face had these red splotches on it from the cold. it SUCKED.&lt;br /&gt;  i was making my great neiman marcus chocolate chip cookies but i didn't have any chocolate chips, so i tried to crush some hershey's kisses left over from halloween.  it wasn't working so i tried 'chop' in the blender. that shit blended those shits so i had some damn chocolate dust.  the cookies taste ok though, but not great like normal.&lt;br /&gt;  my mom's coming into town to visit tomorrow for a week, so i'm sure i'll have plenty to write about soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6871712?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6871712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6871712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6871712' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6848208</id><published>2001-11-03T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-03T22:02:32.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this page looks fucked up in netscape.  see below.  today was warm, but it got dark too early-around 430.what type of shit is that?  i don't wake up til 1pm and then i get 3 hours of sunlight. it's like fucking alaska or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6848208?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6848208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6848208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6848208' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6829870</id><published>2001-11-02T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T23:53:22.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gripetime.tripod.com"&gt;gripetime&lt;/a&gt; this is where you can click to get back to my main site&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6829870?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6829870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6829870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6829870' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6829855</id><published>2001-11-02T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T23:51:27.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, now i think i've got the hang of this.  my gripe for the day is netscape. netscape seems to suck for me now. it keeps crashing. it used to be my browser of choice, but all these programs that people program their sites with are made for explorer, so netscape users are kind of fucked.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6829855?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6829855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6829855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6829855' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6829745</id><published>2001-11-02T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T23:44:29.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't figure this damn thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6829745?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6829745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6829745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6829745' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3196162.post-6829559</id><published>2001-11-02T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T23:34:35.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test one two three&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3196162-6829559?l=gripetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6829559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3196162/posts/default/6829559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gripetime.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6829559' title=''/><author><name>gripe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567371581910335680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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