<?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-3298184</id><updated>2009-03-07T09:48:26.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that you can't leave behind</title><subtitle type='html'>The only thing that's real</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-108576587563882031</id><published>2004-05-28T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T10:42:44.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAVE MOVED &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mumblemutter"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. WEBSITE IS &lt;a href="http://whenitrains.femgeeks.net"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-108576587563882031?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/108576587563882031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/108576587563882031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108576587563882031' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-88431081</id><published>2003-02-02T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T11:17:51.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If urm. Anyone still comes around here, (which i doubt), I've more or less moved to lj &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~dreamtoday"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-88431081?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/88431081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/88431081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88431081' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-78897573</id><published>2002-07-13T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T00:48:43.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We do surveys...go us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first fandom you wrote fic for?&lt;br /&gt;The X-files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most recent fandom that you've written fic for?&lt;br /&gt;football slash &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the title of your first fanfic?&lt;br /&gt;Man...I don't know. First one i actually 'finished'? Because I had a lot of fics that I never ever finished &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it suck beyond the telling of it?&lt;br /&gt;Most likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it slash or het?&lt;br /&gt;Slash &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your first 'ship?&lt;br /&gt;for reading, it was Nick/Lacroix from Forever Knight&lt;br /&gt;for writing, it was Beecher/Anybody (although again, I never finished one fic, I just wrote endless WIPS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your fave 'ship now?&lt;br /&gt;Brad/Chester from Linkin Park...oh hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 'ship(s) makes your eyes bleed and your loins turn into monkey guts?&lt;br /&gt;Trent Reznor/Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;Fred Durst(aka eevil cootie carrying bastard)/anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your most common fic pairings?&lt;br /&gt;Brad/Chester...I can't get away from those two. They live in my head and do 'stuff', like all the damn time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pairing did you swear that you'd never write, but eventually did?&lt;br /&gt;heh...nothing. I've learnt not to do that. "I can't see Joe/Brad! Just. Can't!" *plop* Oh, there it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pairing do you swear you will never, ever write, even if your favorite character promised to make sweet love to you in their crypt/hotel/van/haunted apartment/prison cell/flat if you did?&lt;br /&gt;Mike/Chester(okay,it's because I *can't*,allright? So I choose to be bitter and hate the pairing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the wackiest fanfic situation you've put the characters in?&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha...my characters usually just have a lot of sex and issues involving sex, and um..that's about it. Well, Eminem meeting Spike was kinda wacky, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times has magick solved/created the main problem/plot in your fics?&lt;br /&gt;Never, i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pairing do you hate to admit to actually indulging in, against your better judgement?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember the first fanfic you ever read?&lt;br /&gt;I dooo! It was an X-files het fic, where Mulder and Scully were kidnapped and imprisoned on an alien ship and Mulder was forced to rape Scully(yes, dammit the plot made such an impression on me i remember it). It was long-ass though, and I don't think I ever completed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been involved in internet fandom(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Long fucking time...on and off, I don't know. Almost six years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever written a crossover?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best crossover fic you've read?&lt;br /&gt;Okay...it's a crossover AU, A little lost fox by Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pairing do you want to write, but don't think you could?&lt;br /&gt;Most FPS pairings, which I can't write for some reason. Oh, and Joe/Dave and Joe/Rob. Basically just Joe, whom I really don't get and therefore can't really write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-78897573?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/78897573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/78897573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78897573' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-78641618</id><published>2002-07-06T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-06T23:47:15.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So was gonna &lt;i&gt;nap&lt;/i&gt;, ended up sleeping all night. Well, at least it made my mother happy. Am going to download Sick and Tired for Andrea. She-ee-eets. Ahaha. That amuses me, even though I've never heard it before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...Serj is a sexy mofo. Yes he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kino says SOAD is like crack. Am inclined to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pogopogopogopogopogopogobounce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have beer on my head! It's supposed to thicken the hair or something. It itches and I smell like...well, beer. Beer smells better than it tastes. Mmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-78641618?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/78641618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/78641618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78641618' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-78381379</id><published>2002-06-30T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T06:36:22.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this blogger/lj thing is confusing me yet again. Pfft. Am going to cross post everything from now on, and &lt;i&gt;mean&lt;/i&gt; it too, for once. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-78381379?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/78381379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/78381379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78381379' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77974015</id><published>2002-06-20T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T03:23:37.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm off to Genting...:: hugs ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back Sunday. Whee!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...went to see dentist. Apparently tooth growing is very near nerves and also I have a majorly small jaw so they will have to remove part of said jaw in order to take out the tooth. Am currently in state of horror, imagining a lifetime of nerve related pain if he messes up. Oi. Okay...and now I'm done. And gone. Whee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77974015?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77974015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77974015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77974015' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77935332</id><published>2002-06-19T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T07:48:19.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OW. OW. OW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound I'm making right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt her! Hurt her! Hurt her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the sound my wisdom tooth is making right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWW!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go pull it out, but I'm going away tomorrow, so I obviously can't. Aiiyee!! My gums are all swollen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Self pity rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWWW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77935332?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77935332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77935332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77935332' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77883888</id><published>2002-06-18T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T03:30:22.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to Genting this weekend. &lt;i&gt;So&lt;/i&gt; don't want to go. I swear if i could get out of it i would. Not that I'll be doing much, mostly I'll bet I'll be in the room watching football. Sigh. But. Six hour bus ride? Fuck me. The only thing good is the weather, cool..although my ears always pop on the way up the mountain and I already have ear problems. Grr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77883888?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77883888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77883888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77883888' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77876332</id><published>2002-06-17T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T21:40:47.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so many stories written down on paper it's almost sad? Because I scribble? So if i scribble and it's done it ain't never gonna get typed out. Like ever. And of course they're all brilliant because everything I write in a fit of inspiration is brilliant until I actually type it out and go...ehh? What the hell did i write? Ouch, but that sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Wonderful, kick-ass writing...all missing. Heh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77876332?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77876332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77876332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77876332' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77876156</id><published>2002-06-17T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T21:36:03.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My wounds are bleeding. Am torn between dispassion and mild horror. Hmm...I can't stop. I might not care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77876156?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77876156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77876156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77876156' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77811796</id><published>2002-06-16T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T10:00:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So apparently it's Father's Day. To my father, wherever he is : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you and I hope you choke on it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77811796?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77811796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77811796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77811796' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77781332</id><published>2002-06-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T10:24:22.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I hurt myself today&lt;br /&gt;To see if I still feel&lt;br /&gt;I focus on the pain&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent. He's red now. Because.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77781332?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77781332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77781332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77781332' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77615724</id><published>2002-06-11T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T10:11:16.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;ncid=578&amp;e=1&amp;cid=578&amp;u=/nm/20020605/ts_nm/attack_immigration_dc_2"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; cheered me up to no end : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Outraging Arab and immigration groups, the U.S. government will require as many as 100,000 visitors a year -- most of them Middle Eastern men -- to be fingerprinted, photographed and registered in an effort to monitor possible terrorists, officials said on Wednesday. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also rather enjoyed this little article &lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/views02/0601-04.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The amount of disjoint between television and reality was shocking. The "new" Northern Alliance government was no better than the Taliban; with the exception of the U.S.-appointed former oil-company hacks in charge, they were Talibs. Women still wore their burqas, stonings continued at the soccer stadium and the bodies of bombing victims piled up by the thousands. Not only was the War on Terror failing to catch terrorists, it was creating a new generation of Afghans whose logical response to losing their friends and parents and siblings and spouses and children would be to hate America. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So places I &lt;i&gt;won't&lt;/i&gt; be going to on vacation any time soon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77615724?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77615724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77615724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77615724' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77562758</id><published>2002-06-10T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T06:02:44.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My html is weird. Yes it is. If it steals my blob i'm going to be very angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77562758?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77562758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77562758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77562758' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77562319</id><published>2002-06-10T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T05:44:55.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look! I have a useless blob! She's pink! Ain't she purty? Pet her, please. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77562319?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77562319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77562319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77562319' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77526260</id><published>2002-06-09T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T02:29:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.kisstherain.com/everythinghereismine"&gt;Alicia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/uselessquiz/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://spacefem.com/uselessquiz/3.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77526260?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77526260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77526260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77526260' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77500799</id><published>2002-06-08T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T08:30:52.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger ate two of my comments. The fuck? They're just. Gone. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77500799?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77500799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77500799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77500799' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77417536</id><published>2002-06-06T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T06:44:24.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Couldn't resist. I downloaded three Eminem songs and burned them to a CD. I'm going to buy the CD, I swear. I just wanted to listen to some of the songs first. Annnnd...I got that song with him singing about Dre and him fucking with their hats off. Ahaha. He is so gay. It's not as good as 'I'll show you where the ocean is', that remains my number one Em/Dre love confession. Because. Oceans. It's so romantic. Awwww...Meanwhile, I said I'd put out for good hooker fic. Now I'm willing to put out for good Em/Dre. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...poor France. Yes, I like them now. Fucking hell. It wasn't faaair! Well, football is rarely fair, but still. It wasn't faair. Annnd...I lost ten bucks because I bet that they'd at least score one goal. One. Is that too much? Sigh. Who knew? And no, I would have won if either side had scored, and I was still rooting for France. It's not about that. I don't like teams that play dirty. Poor poor Trezeguet. Sweet baby boy, he tried his best. Broke my heart. *sob* And no Zidane again. God. Why, oh why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77417536?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77417536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77417536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77417536' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77333128</id><published>2002-06-04T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T08:28:44.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello blogger. Nothing. Just hello blogger. Went to gym today and almost vomited because my trainer is mean and makes me do squats and stuff and I'm all...nooo...and she's all...sure you can. Excuse me while I go drag my poor abused body...um, not far away from the computer, but i'm &lt;i&gt;slumped&lt;/i&gt; here, just so you know. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77333128?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77333128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77333128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77333128' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77254521</id><published>2002-06-02T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T10:23:24.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's The World Cup. I prolly won't be around...'cept to um...update on cup things. Because. It's the fucking world cup. Wheee...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77254521?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77254521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77254521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77254521' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77249865</id><published>2002-06-02T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T06:59:52.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meanwhile...I'm all trenty and graaay....Grrraay would be the color if i had a heaart...heh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77249865?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77249865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77249865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77249865' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77248229</id><published>2002-06-02T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T05:12:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's all about the &lt;i&gt;spark&lt;/i&gt; isn't it? I felt that spark with Eminem. Oh how I love him. Just. When I see a picture I go...guhhh. Instant dying and melting. The Linkin Park boys took a little while longer. I finished my first fic mainly because I just wanted to write something different, something that wasn't Eminem, and when I saw that cute little MTV Cribs thing I was...okay, I can slash them. But then...afterwards. The &lt;i&gt;spark&lt;/i&gt;. That oh oh oh feeling that every picture, every comment they make brings to you. Hours pondering their cuteness, their talents, their &lt;i&gt;dorkiness&lt;/i&gt;. Picking apart every aspect of them, buying magazines that even mention their name. Yes. Okay. Sigh. I'm an obsessed fangirl. I love my parkboys. I love him especially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://runaway.envy.nu/pictures/brad00156.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braddles. Because he's sofuckingtiny. Look at him. He's skin and bones practically. Just this dork with a guitar and he's so so cool because. Just because. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77248229?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77248229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77248229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77248229' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77219652</id><published>2002-06-01T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-01T07:49:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wake up, after sleeping for five hours straight and missing the games. Fuck. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am also pornless. She whose name I will not mention owes me some. Although not her fault, but still yes. Handjobs. Yes.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77219652?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77219652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77219652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77219652' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77147173</id><published>2002-05-30T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T10:09:11.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://incredible.nu/dorks/play/quiz/humor.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt="Take this quiz at Those Five Dorks!" src="http://incredible.nu/dorks/play/quiz/lance.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whose Sense Of Humor Do YOU Share?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So taking this quiz? No clue which one represented which boy, considering I work on total lack of characterization for those boys. Well, not really...but you have to study them to really go...oh, he's like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;, kinda. I find I operate on instinct a lot, rather than actually studying the subject at length. Well, I do my research(although with RPS, research is kind of...heh) after the fact a lot, and sometimes I think I get it right, and sometimes I just go...oh no, that's not what he's like..180 degree turnaround. A little knowledge is necessary though, which is why as cute as alll the musician boys are, I'm not out there slashing the hell out of them. I have to know more than, Boy A : cute, Boy B : cute. Slash. Even with RPS. Giggle...okay, kinda deep discussion for mad writing of porn. But then again, if you consider someone like Krycek, and there is way way less known about him than there is about the average boybander, and even with Krycek there are limits as to where you can take him (constantly weepy and distressed because he burnt dinner for Muldycakes being somewhere. Not.) And again...really, I meant to have a point here or at least go on at length but am tired. Must. Go. Sleep. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77147173?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77147173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77147173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77147173' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298184.post-77106802</id><published>2002-05-29T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T10:01:32.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had planned a really long post on characterization issues, but now am sitting at table with blankie and trying to keep head from falling on keyboard. Is anyone online? Why doesn't anyone love meee? Oh with the paranoia. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...still have not got new Eminem CD. Am currently very sad and miserable because...Emmm! ::sob:: Oh, and my Mike wallpaper has been replaced by an Eminem one. Shock! Does that mean I'm regaining my mad obsession with him? Probably not, but the love is still there apparently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. Shall go lie down and watch CSI now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298184-77106802?l=whenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77106802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298184/posts/default/77106802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitrains.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77106802' title=''/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00653575859899058025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03850095088754787977'/></author></entry></feed>