<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:38:36.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For every beginning there is an end.</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing lasts forever. No one really cares anyway. We are all immersed is our own little universe. And that alone spells the end of everything. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-939343223518907314</id><published>2008-03-21T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:11:54.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Army.</title><summary type='text'> Just a preview of the latest Bleach episode. The top 3 Espada, Halibel, Barragan and Stark. Yeah, Espada Duo has a name after all. Too bad we still have to deal with the Ichigo vs Ulquiorra battle to settle first though. That's gonna take another 10 episodes. :/ Potong only.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/939343223518907314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/939343223518907314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2008_03_16_archive.html#939343223518907314' title='Army.'/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-2207099966936761486</id><published>2008-03-10T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:32:57.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firestarter.</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, they're just not learning are they? This statement here by this Champion of his race has got to be one of the most un-muhibbah thing ever. Hell, someone should slap the sedition act on him! Why does he have to incite the people just because 2 parties decide to work together to form a new state government? That's like the bully telling 2 kids of different races or religions to not play with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/2207099966936761486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/2207099966936761486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2008_03_09_archive.html#2207099966936761486' title='Firestarter.'/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-2082275243726154481</id><published>2008-01-23T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:14:30.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Orange.</title><summary type='text'>Nanimo te ni tsuganaiShirokuru no hitomi deWatashi wa tada hitasuraThere is nothing I can do for youAno koro no watashi waNani ni kandou shiteNani ni manzoku shiteJibun wo rikai shitetanoDoko ni mo ikanaidePlease don't go anywhereItsumo ma nika, anata wo kizu tsuketeOmoikakenai koto wo hashitteitaAmaeru kiki tsuzukenuita watashi waKondo wa nani wo motomeru ka naaModore no ikanaidePlease don't go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/2082275243726154481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/2082275243726154481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2008_01_20_archive.html#2082275243726154481' title='Bitter Orange.'/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-8611941119308022004</id><published>2007-11-28T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:11:25.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding Bloodelves.</title><summary type='text'>  See! I told you they weren't that big on my toons. :( This is Harayumi by the way.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/8611941119308022004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/8611941119308022004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2007_11_25_archive.html#8611941119308022004' title='Regarding Bloodelves.'/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106144292888444151</id><published>2003-08-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T22:15:28.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perky.Hi. You have nice nipples. Bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106144292888444151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106144292888444151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106144292888444151' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106140891850607493</id><published>2003-08-20T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T12:58:21.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Veteran.I haven't had such a good birthday since errr I can't remember. The day may have started wrong with calls from work coming in as early as 10am, but I guess having her around improved my mood considerably. Lazing around Gurney Plaza window shopping without having a timelimit on your mind is a great stress reliever. Heck, even the traffic was good to me. Dinner was a nice and quiet thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106140891850607493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106140891850607493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106140891850607493' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106085127992949182</id><published>2003-08-14T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T15:45:30.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listless.You couldn't sayNeeded someone newYou actually thoughtDeep inside I knewCan you tell me how can you sayWhy this should sufficeYou passed me byAnd your heart's as cold as ice(You passed me by)Did you see me cry(Did you ask yourself why)Did you see me cry(Did you ask yourself how)Can you hear me cry(Did you ask yourself)Will we ever grow apartYou couldn't sayNeeded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106085127992949182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106085127992949182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106085127992949182' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106084970323215797</id><published>2003-08-14T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T01:47:44.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Static.I don't feel alright In spite of these comforting sounds you makeI don't feel alright Because you make promises that you break Into your houseWhy don't we share Our solitude? Nothing is pure Anymore But solitude It's hard to make senseFeels as if I'm sensing you through a lensIf someone else comesI'll just sit here listening to the drums Previously I never called It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106084970323215797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106084970323215797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106084970323215797' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106081112161785128</id><published>2003-08-13T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T14:50:05.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Divebomber.I don't know why I'm still up. It's a lovely night to sleep after all. The gloomy weather makes being under the sheets very very tempting. Pity that it's always gonna be alone there. The chilly air and the full moon enhances the atmosphere even more. I do have to wonder what's with the bluish purple floodlights that were in the middle of the field, illuminating debris with it's eerie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106081112161785128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106081112161785128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106081112161785128' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106066975932506526</id><published>2003-08-11T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T23:29:19.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ska.You think that we connectThat the chemistry's correctYour words walk right through my earsPresuming I like what I hearAnd now I'm stuck in theThe web you're spinningYou've got me for your preySorry I'm not home right nowI'm walking into spiderwebsSo leave a messageAnd I'll call you backA likely story, but leave a messageAnd I'll call you backNo Doubt - Spiderwebs.Solitude </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106066975932506526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106066975932506526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106066975932506526' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106063370330337015</id><published>2003-08-11T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T13:28:23.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>14.It's been an eerily quiet Monday, with even the mamaks empty when I closed up the workplace. Last week's bad news spilled over to this week, with my leave for next week getting shafted rather nastily. Looks like I only get 2 days instead of the original 4 I intended to take. That still won't stop hell from occuring on the 22nd though. The afternoon was spent with Mecha at Island Plaza again,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106063370330337015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106063370330337015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106063370330337015' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106045513225922033</id><published>2003-08-09T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T11:52:12.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dread.drivin' faster in my carfalling farther from just what we aresmoke a cigarette and lie some morethese conversations killfalling faster in my cartime to take her homeher dizzy head is conscience ladentime to take a rideit leaves today no conversationtime to take her homeher dizzy head is conscience ladentime to wait too longto wait too longthese conversations killStone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106045513225922033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106045513225922033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106045513225922033' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105994681125472338</id><published>2003-08-03T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T14:40:11.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bizarre.Every time I think of youI feel shot right through with a bolt of blueIt's no problem of mineBut it's a problem I findLiving a life that I can't leave behindBut there's no sense in telling meThe wisdom of the fool won't set you freeBut that's the way that it goesAnd it's what nobody knowsWell every day my confusion growsEvery time I see you fallingI get down on my knees and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105994681125472338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105994681125472338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105994681125472338' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105984732302889441</id><published>2003-08-02T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T11:02:03.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Klockwerk.It's a wet wet Saturday night here at work, and all I feel like doing is drowning myself in booze. No particular reason actually, other than the fact that I'd rather be the one getting really shitfaced. I miss those times. Then again, I miss a lot of things, and going against basic common sense, I shall go down to Mappy Hart and load up on Biger Teers. I tried calling the Prez but he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105984732302889441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105984732302889441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105984732302889441' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105946552718187332</id><published>2003-07-29T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T00:58:47.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Terrorvision.Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies So I don't know what's real and what's lies Always confusing the thoughts in my head So I can't trust myself anymore I...dive...again... I'm going under Drowning youI'm falling forever  I've got to break though I'm...So go on and scream Scream at me So far away I won't be broken again I've got to breathe... I can't keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105946552718187332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105946552718187332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105946552718187332' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105929596697848991</id><published>2003-07-27T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T01:52:47.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck You.Do you care if I don't know what to say,Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me?Will I shake this off? Pretend it's all ok,That there's someone out there that feels just like me...There is.Boxcar Racer - There Is.And there again, there isn't.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105929596697848991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105929596697848991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105929596697848991' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105929568980292069</id><published>2003-07-27T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T01:48:09.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Number Two.Days swiftly come and go.I'm dreaming of herShe's seeing other guysEmotions they stirThe sun is gone.The nights are longAnd I am left while the tears fall.All American Rejects - Swing Swing.I had a shock when I walked into work yesterday. On the noticeboard at the cashier's counter was a message written for the world to see. Wanted : Cybercafe Manager. Those Interested </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105929568980292069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105929568980292069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105929568980292069' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105864157645492828</id><published>2003-07-19T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T03:00:17.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ONE FOR THE ROAD!First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to yaDMX - X GONNA GIVE IT TO YA WTF WTF WTF</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864157645492828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864157645492828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105864157645492828' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105864121934621633</id><published>2003-07-19T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T12:00:19.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Encore?so what's that supposed to be about babyya'll free up ya mind and stop actin crazyreminisce about all the good times dailywhy you try pull that got me actin crazy.Blu Cantrell Feat. Sean Paul - Breathe.Ok my typing skillz seems to be heading for the deep end so it maybe time to stop. How many shotguns has it been? 5? I'm getting old dammit. CK is giving me weird looks. I guess it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864121934621633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864121934621633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105864121934621633' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105864038903626001</id><published>2003-07-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T11:46:28.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where there's a Valve there's a way.One more shotgun taken, and I have Wolves-X keeping me company in my hyperactiveness. I think I can go for number 5 soon, but just in case you happen to see in the papers about some 'kapiaks' turned into roadkill... IT WASN'T ME! So until that point, lemme share with you my joy!Hurt em' then I murdered themThink that's competition cause I've never heard of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864038903626001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864038903626001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105864038903626001' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105863901802510085</id><published>2003-07-19T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T11:23:38.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>White Men Can't Drink.I just freaked out the Happy Mart guy by shotgunning in front of him. The look on his face is really priceless. muahahhahhahahahahahhha.Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I don't think I'll crash at the hotel tonight. Need to clear my system and head by the time I'm finished with myself. For some reason that sounded wrong. I guess I don't want to bother her too much since she has a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105863901802510085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105863901802510085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105863901802510085' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105863853825758417</id><published>2003-07-19T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T11:15:38.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Influence.Note to self: Shotgunning Special Brew at work = Bad Idea.Another note to self: Shotgunning ANOTHER Special Brew after that while blasting Prodigy = Even Worse Idea.I love Saturday nights don't you? I just wish all these fucktards who are like gaming &gt; real life would just vap0r up Gojira's ass or something. Fuck, it's not supposed to be kicking in yet. I feel like pushing my limits </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105863853825758417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105863853825758417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105863853825758417' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105846757836811570</id><published>2003-07-17T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T11:46:18.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In My Place.Depression, like a yawn, is contagious. And life can really suck at times. That karma is having a field day at the moment, for the emotional pain I inflict upon another, I suffer myself. I have Coldplay on repeat, and boy it sure is a load of fun for the whole family. I'm trying to close up the place, but I feel so numb at the moment. Seems that trying to outrun my emotions has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105846757836811570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105846757836811570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846757836811570' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105803434827413659</id><published>2003-07-12T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T11:25:48.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saga.It's past 2 in the morning as I just got back to work after my little 'break'. I'm looking at a probable 3am closing time, and already I can feel the vodka coursing through my veins. Not good. Clare's blitz of 2 bottles of vodka within 1/2 hr is starting to look like a really bad idea. I went over to Isob@r to meet him with a mild case of food poisoning, and well, at least the throbbing in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105803434827413659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105803434827413659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105803434827413659' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105794921438356651</id><published>2003-07-11T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T11:46:54.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Frozen Throne.Cos I don't wanna be aloneLiving life on my ownI don't want to live my life in isolationFilled with empty decorationsCos I want to be with people that I knowWho would do the things I doMaking all my dreams come trueI don't recognize the shadows at my doorThough I've seen them all beforeBecause the only thing I really want...Is to be with youIndecisive -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105794921438356651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105794921438356651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105794921438356651' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05227372622796971182'/></author></entry></feed>