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  <title>one of life's little mistakes.</title>
  <subtitle>take 3... and action!</subtitle>
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    <name>Adiaphora Xero</name>
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  <updated>2003-09-07T07:31:26Z</updated>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-09-07T02:27:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-07T07:31:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-07T07:31:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Evolution - Ayumi Hamasaki</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Hey &lt;b&gt;Hey&lt;/b&gt; everyone who cares...   I've moved!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on livejournal atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_boywho8ramen' lj:user='boywho8ramen' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://boywho8ramen.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://boywho8ramen.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;boywho8ramen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! ^ thats me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive already moved my spiffy stuff and created my layout.  Make sure to add me.  You can even delete this name. [adiaphoraxero]&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adiaphoraxero:34646</id>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-09-06T15:17:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-06T20:16:08Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-06T20:16:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well i just bought 12 months of lj ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i will change my name.  adiaphoraxero is just too damn long and 9/10 people do not even know what adiaphora means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of using&lt;br /&gt;'boywho8ramen'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments and sugguestions are greatly appreciated.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adiaphoraxero:34417</id>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-09-06T14:51:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-06T19:48:38Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-06T19:48:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Leo Horoscope  &lt;br /&gt;Sat Sep. 6, 2003&lt;br /&gt;Upsets in the home or near neighborhood may lead to a sudden decision to move, necessitating a great deal of activity. At this point you might not be quite sure where you're going to be moving to. Organization and discipline are vital at times like this, dear Leo. You might find it helpful to make lists and cross off each task as it's done. Don't panic. This could well turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very creepy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adiaphoraxero:34152</id>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-09-06T13:57:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-06T19:18:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-06T19:26:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Shush-ing from the librarian.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last night i hit the hay around 10pm... I do not know why but i was feeling under the weather.  This morning i woke up at 10am.  12 hours of sleep.  Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, i drove across the river and found a little coffee shop that had just sprouted out of the wood work.  'mug.com'  it looked promising from the first drive by so i decided to stop.  The shop was viturally empty.  The theme of the shop was going to be an coffee/internet cafe.  One of the two employee's made my 12oz latte.  As he made the espresso shot a certain part of me started noting certain errors, like i could see through the espresso shot. v_v After 3 minutes of coversations with the employees i found out that they were the owners.  I told them i was also a coffeeologist.  The main manager made a happy giddy face and rushed across the store.  &lt;br /&gt;  "So tell me, how is your drink?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;"It is okay."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "But it is not great?!?  What did he do wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gladly showed them how i was taught how to make a latte.  [not saying that i am the all-knowing coffee guru]  We sat at a table and talked for an hour about most of the things i knew.  [coffee drinks, business, networking, web page design]  I give them credit for the amount they had accomplished with the shop in a week that they had been open.  Then they asked me how much i would charge them to set up their network and build a webpage.  I told them i would do it for free since i did not have a background in networking.  But now that i sit here and think about it i am kinda getting blue feet.  I may have jumped in over my head. Networking is not an issue.  I can set up a basic network but they wanted to set it up where they can have a master computer to monitor the others and the other lines.  Im getting intimidated just thinking about it.  Looks like i have a new project. Can i really achieve all of this before i leave in decemeber??  yeah i can. I believe in myself. ^_^  Eh so much for my soccial life. if only i had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee... i wish i had a 'jackola' down here. 6_6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!!! how come i cant turn on my music yet the lady a few computers down is listening to big band music on top volume of her headphones?!?</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-09-05T09:46:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-05T14:50:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-05T14:51:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Evolution - Ayumi Hamasaki</lj:music>
    <content type="html">last night was a blast none the less.  I was invited back to courtney's apartment.  This was my last chance to make amends with amber.  when i walked up to the apartment a wave of embaracement hit me as courtney made a big 'yey! your back. Im so happy!'  &lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/scoobygang.jpg" width="133" height="100" alt="the normal type scooby gang" align="left"&gt;[she looked incredibly tan since the last time i saw her.]  Inside jason, rochelle [oo! look i got your name right this time!], and amber had conquered the deviant couch.  From the looks of it i just missed a DDR party. v_v  As i munched on the mcDonalds that i had procured on the way over courtney envoked the spirit of marth stewart and made cheese toast.&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/cheesetoast.jpg" width="100" height="133" alt="&amp;quot;i wear the cheese the cheese does not wear me&amp;quot;-buffy" align="right"&gt; At somepoint in the night amber started 'tai-bo'-ing  jason to death.  In the middle of her death-defying finishing move jason tripped her and she flew across the apartment.  It really looked like it hurt. &lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/amber.jpg" width="100" height="133" alt="just amber" align="left"&gt;  Soon after amber, rochelle, and amber's bruised thigh went home.  i think i have been forgiven. The night lingered on and adult swim started showing the odd-er shows.  Finally i took jason to his dorm in the five minutes before the dorm's locked down.  I hope he got in ok.</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-09-04T18:31:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-04T23:34:36Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-04T23:34:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">umm why do i keep having to deal with people posting hate comments on my journal.  I have not done anything to anyone,  yet people continually test my integrity.  The latest comment was from a yet unknown person.  They claimed that all i do is talk bad about people and all the entries in my journal are bull shit.  The final remark is "You need to watch you back cause someone is going to fuck you up one day. "  ::raises eyebrow::  ooo! quick let me call the police becuase i am scared. nah i shouldnt  egg them on.  I mean i have not done a single thing to warant death threats.  Seriously folks 90% of my days events are posted on my livejournal.  So if i 'talk bad' about someone then my journal is going to hear about it.  No biggie really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note.  I told amanda that i have made my final decision to move with her to Nashville. [despite the poll i took couple months ago]  OH! i fixed the internet problem with net zero. so now i am once again connected 24/7. [ i say connect and not im online cause i am usually not at the computer]  now all i have to do is fight the pop up ads ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work ....  thats about it.</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-09-04T09:19:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-04T14:22:35Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-04T14:22:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;"You say he is a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;Does it make you want to hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;You say he is a faggot, do you want to kick in his brain?&lt;br /&gt;You say he is a faggot, does it make you sick to your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;You say he is a faggot, are you afraid you are just the same&lt;br /&gt;Faggot &lt;br /&gt;Faggot&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate him becuase he is pieces of you."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verse from jewel's &lt;b&gt;pieces of you&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adiaphoraxero:33194</id>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-09-04T00:12:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-04T05:15:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-04T05:15:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Choking on the Truth - Bif Naked</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Leo Horoscope&lt;br /&gt;Wed Sep. 3, 2003 &lt;br /&gt;Your self-confidence may be a bit low and you may be doubting your abilities right now, dear Leo. Don't let yourself get depressed or disheartened. Your skills are top-notch. Try to look at your situation objectively and see if you can't pinpoint why you are not progressing in your career as rapidly as you'd hoped. You may be worried about money, but know that all will work out in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ that deffinately stroked my ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolled out of my bed about 8 and prep-ed myself for work.  Only thing is was that i wasnt suspose to go  in today.  After working on 'hampster wheel version 3.0' for +16 hours i needed a moral boost.  Incase no one missed me last night.  I was offically sent back into the dark ages.  No more internet for xero.  Back on topic.  I made 'HWv3.0's feature debute to the manager.  His initial amazement was just what i needed.  The other employees were less enthusiastic about my beautiful creation.  Last night i turned my sloppy kindergaten style 'cell based' excel program into a crisp-gui, visual basic program.  My training in visual basics is a half of a semester in a high school class.  But fortunately i had a freaking amazing teacher.  She made us take detailed notes so we could reteach ourselves if we ever needed to.  None the less i spent the WHOLE day at the shop yet again.  I got version 3.0's core running, but she still needs to be tweeked and the menu has to be woven into the code.  Oh! and i still havent handled the inventory tracking problem.  The IT person at the library actually avoided me today. acutally he avoided the coffee shop and since i work there he exited stage left when i came to ask him for help.  He is only 2 years older than me but i still do more IT work than he does.  Ok i'll stop ranting about boring computer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......   &amp;lt;--- yeah that is my life outside of work. Decemeber needs to get here soon so i can escape with Amanda to Nashville... that is if she still wants me to move with her.  I miss being able to drive to birmingham to hang out with andy and his friends.  I miss all my college friends [jason, amber, ashley, rocel(sorry i didnt mean to forget how to spelll your name)]  Actually i want to give jason amber and ashley big hugs cuase they dealt with a stupid side of me that just &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/b&gt; to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few nights ago i had a dream about a ryan gosling.  well i thought i had some issues with how a friend had been acting but then i realized that though a small part of the issue may have been about her, the most of it was just my interpretation of words.  I thought she was being rude when she was just messing around.  Im sorry stacy.  I love you! [Homestar Rules!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have just been informed that my time here is up.  I will try to work something out with amanda so that i can borrow her screen name to access the web everyother midnight.  Or hell i just might go ahead and get netzero again. o_o</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-09-02T14:36:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-02T19:46:31Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-02T19:46:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>First Love - Utada Hikaru</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I should get a medal or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i spent over an hour generating a price table [in excel] for the coffee shop.  I wasnt told to but i still did it becuase the computer is still down.  My special price table included raw prices, taxed prices, 10% discounts for library patrons, and 15% discount for library employees for over 200 products.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today  i went into the shop to deliver my spreadsheets.  As i was showing my inginuaty to jamie, co-worker  [assistant manager], i felt the pride of my work slipping. Though all my work may have shaved minutes off all the work we had to do it still was not a vital tool.  So i whipped out my laptop that i just so happen to have in my 'man purse'.  Excel can be a really great program if utilized correctly. [i need to learn how to do bring out its full potential.]  I sat a a table and worked on a spreadsheet-based register program.  Two hours later my battery died just seconds after saving the rough copy to a disk.  The program works great.  It will take alittle to get use to and it is not as user-friendly as the gui register program that we were using.  I only have a few options to add to the program when i get home tonight.  Inventory tracking is the main biggie.  I will play with it later tho.  Not to mention but i am doing all of this OFF the clock!</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-31T23:58:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-01T05:02:00Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-01T05:02:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gee golly batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a riot today was. I opened the coffee shop about 1.25pm.  It seemed like it was going to be the routine sunday afternoon, no customers and lousey tips.  I was actually looking forward to daydreaming through the shift.  That was until i turned on the computer/register.  Seconds after loading  i was assulted by the 'windows blue screen of death'  The program that the shop uses to run inventory and to control the register had become defective [once again]  Now this would have been a total shock to me if the program hadnt crashed every week since its insimination.  For an hour i battled the tenasious error messages.  Finally i was defeated but not til i was able to isolate the error to one section of the computer.  Good, now all i have to do is reinstall Microsoft Internet Explorer 6.  [which i dont have a cd for]  Soon the computer and register program was replaced by pen, paper, and a calculator.  My first costumers where an african american couple.  Easedropping told me that they were from L.A. but had orginally been born here. She ordered a 16oz latte with no foam...[ why i remember that so clearly confounds me greatly] &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/biglist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/biglist.jpg" width="100" height="133" alt="Orphaned checklist" align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She complemented me on a "better than starbuck's" latte. Atleast ten minutes later i  found a orphaned travel itanerary.  Attached to the itanerary  was a to-do list.  Well i will just let you be the judge of that one. &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/biggerlist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/biggerlist.jpg" width="100" height="133" alt="shave what ?!?!" align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That was about all the fun i had tonight.  [other than the macdonald's lady giving me a free large fry.  She rocks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Time.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs for andy and nala; amanda, eric benge, and randy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xero</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-31T10:56:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-31T15:59:51Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-31T15:59:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Spaceman [dance remix] - Bif Naked</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well since i can not be online 24/7 anymore i will just have to update everyday...  well atleast try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much is new here, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i went, with amanda, to the drive-in movie theater.  We took two medium pizzas in with us ^_^.  We go there about 1/4 the way through  Jason Vs Freddy.   Drive-ins and dark creepy movies do not mix well.  The whole fight scene was a total black out.  Not to mention that we had one of the last parking spots in the whole complex. During the intermission we pulled up to a spot near the projector and watched as 75% of the cars left.  'The medallion' was better.  I have always loved jakie chan movies [even if most of them are uber cheesey. i like cheese] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to her house, where i played with her computer.  The whole night i had the determination to ask if i could have permission to ask her parents to move in for 3 months. But alas.  I am too cowerdly to ask something of this magnitude.  I called it a night about an hour later.  Weird dreams surfaced during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setting :  summer camp&lt;br /&gt;*the first part of the dream is a blur so i will start with what i remember*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was near the end of camp and we where getting ready to go home when the camp counsolers told us that we had to pass a hernia exam [invovles rubber gloves and personal jellies x_x]  &lt;br /&gt;::scene shift::&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in my cabin at camp and noticed that all my stuff was gone and most of the campers  had left.  I looked all over camp for days and days but finally decided to ask a counsoler where my stuff was.  The counsoler told me to ask the head counsoler [only after i threatened to beat him up]  I walked up to the head person and told him i wanted my stuff back.  The head person [ryan gosling] turned around and told me that they had thrown my stuff in to the sea.  For about an hour i pummled his face into various objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** end dream **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....&lt;br /&gt;the setting was from 'freddy vs jason'&lt;br /&gt;the 'thrown in to the sea' and the fighting was from 'the medallion'&lt;br /&gt;the 'ryan gosling' part was from a pent up issue that i have with one of my best friends, but i wont go into that  on my journal.  I respect her too much.</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-27T23:49:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-28T04:58:12Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-28T04:58:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;squeee!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more room on my credit card for aol?!?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of xero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same bat channel! same bat time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i do not know how long my jerri-rigged aol account will go unnoticed by the ruthless AOL bastards.  How will i survive with internet access limited to two hours a day?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm get a second job maybe? LOL</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-26T22:35:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-27T03:38:44Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-27T03:38:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Foolish Games - Jewel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">YEY!! amanda let me use her computer to move the movies off my digital camera.  Soo the moment you all have been waiting for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an lj cut... Mwhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/nalawalk.gif" width="80" height="60" alt="nala walking!" align="middle"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/nala2walk.gif" width="88" height="66" alt="Miss Kitty Fantastico!" align="middle"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adiaphoraxero:31733</id>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-25T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-26T03:30:38Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-26T03:30:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;travis:&lt;/b&gt; whats infatuated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; when you like someone you are infatuated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; stronger than just liking someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;travis:&lt;/b&gt; oh you have a fucking crush on the person that someone has to slap the shit out of you to help you think straight!! In that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; woah! you kinda nailed that one</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adiaphoraxero:31486</id>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-25T10:47:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-25T15:50:38Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-25T15:50:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIF NAKED &lt;br /&gt;"Lucky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a monday, when my lover told me, &lt;br /&gt;"never pay the reaper with love only." &lt;br /&gt;what could i say to you, except, "i love you." &lt;br /&gt;and "i'd give my life for yours." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we are: we are the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;i know we are: we are the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time we made love, i: i wasn't sober. &lt;br /&gt;(and you told me you loved me over and over!) &lt;br /&gt;how could i ever love another, when i miss you every day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the time we made love in the roses? &lt;br /&gt;(and you took my picture in all sorts of poses!) &lt;br /&gt;how could i ever get over you, when i'd give my life for yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we are... we are the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;i know we are... we are the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;i know we are... we are the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear, It's time to say i thank god for you. &lt;br /&gt;i thank god for you in each and every single way. &lt;br /&gt;and, i know... i know.. i know.. i know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to let you know. time to let you know. &lt;br /&gt;time to let you know. time to sit here and say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we are... we are the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;i know we are... we are the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;i know we are... we are the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.&lt;br /&gt;we are the lucky ones, dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{bif:} remember the words of ram dass: "death is like taking off a tight shoe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should have this song.</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-25T09:30:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-25T15:44:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-25T16:32:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lucky - Bif Naked</lj:music>
    <content type="html">… I really don’t know where to start.  Saturday night I drove down to Birmingham to see andy.  Being the end of the month neither one of us had the funds to flaunt around town so we just hung around his apartment watching buffy dvds that I brought with me and played with his new kitty, Nalla.  I absolutely love his new kitten.  Soon enough I finally met andy’s roommate, matt, and his boyfriend.  Suddenly in a room filled with hottness [andy, matt, and jonathon]  I felt horribly outclassed.  After matt left with jonathon, andy and I went to awful waffle with jaime, downstairs apartment tendant, and his boyfriend.  ‘laughter ensues’  Why does everyone feel uneasy when I don’t talk.  Its funny but they usually say that when we are about to eat something.  I as a child was heavily disuplened to NOT talk at the dinner table. Eventually, andy and I retired.  Since arriving to see andy I had barely even touched him.  Something was weird about it but now in bed with him; I just held him like before, with addition of a kitten in to the mix.  Sleeping overall was good for me… execpt the horrible dreams I kept having.  When the sun arose my body heated up and made me uncomfortable but I didn’t want to leave his side.  When we woke up we went walking around some parks which would have been totally romantic if … one, it wasn’t 109 degrees out.  Two, if i knew how andy stood on this whole ‘liking’ thing.  I still had fun though.  Each park was totally great.  Kinda made me envious that florence didn’t have something on this scale.  Once back within the safety of the air condition apartment buffy continued.  Soon enough matt and jonathon came back.  Matt was decked out in scrubs. I wonder if he is an intern  ?_? Matt left and andy redecorated the living room. Two hours later jonathon, andy, nalla, and I went to jonathon’s apartment.  Jonathon started making dinner for matt, whom was at work, while andy romped on ‘devil may cry 2’. When 6pm rolled around andy left for his store meeting,  I left heavy heartedly back toward I-65.  On the way I texted fran and josh and told them that I didn’t think I was going to make to ttown.  Josh replied that fran had been anxious about me coming.  If I could just make one person happy this weekend I would have improved my whole month. I hastily changed lanes and headed to tuscaloosa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met fran at B.a.M. and we waited for josh.  Josh found us as we where galavanting through the occult books.  A frigid breeze cuaght my defenses with their pants down.  [not too too long ago josh had a falling out that left both of us disgruntled and seething but I couldn’t stay mad at him.  He is one of my best friends.  Friends don’t stay mad at each other.]  Josh was just the same old josh, but a little more angry at the world.  Fran and I retired to her house to watch he buffy episodes when Biff Naked played , and the episodes in which tara played a key role.  Fran tried to convince her parents to let me stay the night but soon I was left dealing with the predicament of having to drive back to florence that same night.  Back at my car fran got josh to come back… I was going to say bye to him and give him a belated birthday hug [same birthday as I] but when I gave fran a hug jace, josh’s boyfriend, said an unusually rude comment.  Now what the hell, I have never met the boy and he is trying to get me infuriated.  I just got in my car and drove off [making my self look like a moron by taking a long trip down a short dead-end]   As soon as I got out of site of fran and the others I pulled over and just broke down…  I have to admit the stress level within me is higher than I have felt before.  It seems the only way I can deal with it is to detach myself from the real world… unfortunately that leaves me looking like I am stuck up.  I stayed in the parking lot just crying…[ I hate crying because as soon as I start my mind kicks and wonders why I am crying then makes me feel like a pathetic and weak.]  Venting helped a little, actually it did wake my body up some.  I jumped back on the interstate and head back to rendezvous with I-65 in birmingham. As I passed through birmingham I thought about the option of going back to andy’s…  I made it back to florence in record time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy is a great person but I really don’t think we have anything in common.  It is so hard for me to talk to him because I do not know what interests him.  It really must be karmic payback for me to like someone who isnt intersted in me.  I do not know for sure if he doesnt.  I will still hold him as a good friend.  I still havent met anyone like him before.  He will make someone really happy.  Even now I just want to give him a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I smiled.  I smiled because I knew there was one person who would be there for me.  She has always been there, even when I wasn’t.  I love you amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to rededicate myself to my life.  I have been floating inertia-less for far too long. I can not live from day to day anymore.  I also have to get my body back into shape.  I know everyone thinks I am a beanpole but I am also a weakling and do not have anything in the way of endurance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xero</content>
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    <title>just a random poem-ish writing</title>
    <published>2003-08-25T07:10:47Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-25T16:02:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*****the following words have nothing to do with current events or emotions.*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cussed you&lt;br /&gt;I cursed you&lt;br /&gt;My knife was always in your back&lt;br /&gt;I yell,&lt;br /&gt;screened,&lt;br /&gt;blocked,&lt;br /&gt;or avoided.&lt;br /&gt;I tripped you.&lt;br /&gt;I stepped on you.&lt;br /&gt;I used you.&lt;br /&gt;I always kicked you when you were down.&lt;br /&gt;I scammed,&lt;br /&gt;lied to, &lt;br /&gt;pushed, &lt;br /&gt;or attacked.&lt;br /&gt;I was too scared to love you back&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adiaphoraxero:30271</id>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-22T22:21:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-23T03:24:42Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-23T03:24:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just alittle fun with a digital camera.  These are just rough shots for ideas of photos i will stage later [with better lighting].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/sadtexan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/sadtexan.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt="the sad texan" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/texasbeg01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/texasbeg01.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt="please sir i can i have another?" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/texastouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/al4/photoslave01/images/texastouch.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt="all texans like to touch themselves" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:adiaphoraxero:29998</id>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-22T02:28:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-22T07:32:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-22T07:33:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was fun.  Work at 8am.  God i love working at a coffee shop.  I had just a bit of martha stewart in me today.  I opened the storage cabinet today and took everything out and reorganized.  Techincally i know martha stewart would have made a chandelier out of the espresso grindings but ya, you know... 'Martha Stewart can lick my scrotum'.... thanks sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished with my project at work just in time for me to clock out and go home.  Once home i started getting excited about my trip to birmingham to see andy which will be saturday night.  That lasted till about 7 [5 hours] when i was pleasantly informed that i was a moron and that it was still thursday.  I seriously thought it was friday... for the 3rd time this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note.  Long long ago there was a show that was on public television.  I doubt anyone has heard of it but there was a character that was part of a group.  Unlike the rest of the members of that group this character was just average.  When the rest of the cast went to college this character was once again left behind.  Through out the rest of the seasons of that show that one simple character was always looked down on.  I feel like Xander.  I feel like that worthless bum who lives in his parents basement.  I miss going to college aready and i have only missed two days. As far as living in the basement metaphor [yes it was a metaphor.  i didnt mean it literally] i will solve that in two weeks.  I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent talked to andy in a while... worry has already set in.  Oh look there is my phone... Gee why dont i have the guts to call him...  I dont know maybe cuase i turn to mush everytime he says something sweet.  Nah... He is great. if this doesnt go past friendship then by george he will still be a damn good friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is good...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to my northern-er friends Jack and Dave.  May your journals befilled with happy entries and rot everyone's teeth out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hug and a chastity belt for stacy.   =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug and a kiss on the forehead for andy [where ever he is]</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-21T16:46:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-21T21:50:03Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-21T21:50:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bloody frickin brilliant!  This is a quote from a friends journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_whogoosethemoos' lj:user='whogoosethemoos' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://whogoosethemoos.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://whogoosethemoos.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;whogoosethemoos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********Copied entry********* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what happens when a President gets elected in a year with a "0" at the end. &lt;br /&gt;1840: William Henry Harrison (died in office) &lt;br /&gt;1860: Abraham Lincoln (assassinated) &lt;br /&gt;1880: James A. Garfield (assassinated) &lt;br /&gt;1900: William McKinley (assassinated) &lt;br /&gt;1920: Warren G. Harding (died in office) &lt;br /&gt;1940: Franklin D. Roosevelt (died in office) &lt;br /&gt;1960: John F. Kennedy (assassinated) &lt;br /&gt;1980: Ronald Reagan (survived assassination attempt) &lt;br /&gt;2000: George W. Bush ???????????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that we had two guys fighting it out in the courts to be the one elected in 2000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might also be interested in this. &lt;br /&gt;Have a history teacher explain this if they can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846. &lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860. &lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were particularly concerned with civil rights. &lt;br /&gt;Both wives lost a child while living in the White House. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Presidents were shot on a Friday. &lt;br /&gt;Both Presidents were shot in the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy. &lt;br /&gt;Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were assassinated by Southerners. &lt;br /&gt;Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808. &lt;br /&gt;Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839. &lt;br /&gt;Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both assassins were known by their three names. &lt;br /&gt;Both names are composed of fifteen letters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln was shot at the theater named "Ford." &lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was shot in a car called "Lincoln" made by "Ford." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland. &lt;br /&gt;A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin ran to a warehouse Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theater. &lt;br /&gt;**********end of entry************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing isnt it?  Thanks Brandt.</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-21T15:18:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-21T20:22:20Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-21T20:23:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px black solid; width: 70%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #cc9999"&gt;My LiveJournal Sitcom&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Living With adiaphoraxero's therapist&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;CBS, 6:30&lt;/i&gt;): &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/adiaphoraxero/"&gt;adiaphoraxero&lt;/a&gt; (River Phoenix) is allergic to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/watchword/"&gt;watchword&lt;/a&gt; (Courteney Cox)'s VCR. The week after, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/starcrosslover/"&gt;starcrosslover&lt;/a&gt; (Dick Van Dyke)  borrows &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/beneatscrayons/"&gt;beneatscrayons&lt;/a&gt; (Ben Stein)'s car to drive to the beach. That same day, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/christopherz/"&gt;christopherz&lt;/a&gt; (Brian Stokes Mitchell) gets a job as secretary to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/grenadinefoo/"&gt;grenadinefoo&lt;/a&gt; (Rob Lowe). Afterwards, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/bry_guy/"&gt;bry_guy&lt;/a&gt; (Rachel Weisz) breaks &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/perkygoth/"&gt;perkygoth&lt;/a&gt; (Alan Cumming)'s old 100-meter-dash record, but nobody sees it happen. Later that day, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/jmanp50/"&gt;jmanp50&lt;/a&gt; (Chris Rock) decides to run for city council, but &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/saxy87/"&gt;saxy87&lt;/a&gt; (Chazz Palminteri) refuses to help. TV-PG.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corknut.org/toys/sitcom/"&gt;What's Your LiveJournal Sitcom?&lt;/a&gt; (by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/rfreebern/"&gt;rfreebern&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-21T08:44:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-21T13:47:49Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-21T13:47:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;cetner&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/ColdTuesday/1052866406_TheLostSoul.JPG" border="0" alt="The Lost Soul"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Lost Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ColdTuesday/quizzes/What%20sign%20of%20the%20Black%20Zodiac%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What sign of the Black Zodiac are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>adiaphoraxero @ 2003-08-20T22:42:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-21T03:59:03Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Apparently i am not allowed to express my opinion in my journal.  Becuase i expressed a limited opinion i have found myself searching for a new job.  No i was not fired but i fail to see how i would be able to work under a situation where every step was scrutinized for mistake.  Although the tenacious- faceless commentor was out of line for their comments i did take the point of their lesson to heart.  I had done the same as she had done to me.  I attacked a person's public appearance.  None the less I will not censure my opinions just for people who can not handle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note.  I am tired and still have to open the shop at 9:30 in the morning.  Maybe the owner will get the manager to order some coffee beans soon.  We are out of 75% of all of our blends... How can you run a coffee shop but have no coffee to sell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night Amanda &amp; Stacy.&lt;br /&gt;Special good night and a hug for andy.</content>
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    <content type="html">Crisis Averted.  Thanks to a low inspection score the suitor to the house fled.  I now have til September to find a place to live.  The sooner the better.</content>
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