<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:12:29.824-08:00</updated><category term='harro'/><category term='END OF HOLIDAYS'/><title type='text'>coswesaidso</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-1424779523432793881</id><published>2009-02-07T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:29:28.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>downers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ynY8ViOQL._SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 500px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ynY8ViOQL._SL500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its important to keep it all in perspective. Like when you're feeling really really depressed about something, people tell you to think of something much, much worse that *could* happen, and then you will reclaim your lost zest for life, and your eyes are meant to light up and you smile and say "gosh, you are so right, I am a horrible, person for being so ungrateful and useless" and then if you were in a movie,or tv show there would definitely be some 'fray' or 'ben lee' song that plays, while you sip a starbucks beverage in your hospital scrubs, and you walk in the sunshine and smile serenely at the fact that you still have your health, and people that love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, being 20-something and way too emotionally fragile can be a struggle at the best of times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking relatively is never a bad thing to do I guess. Also not being too caught up in yourself. Both things that are monumentally hard to do once you've started to enjoy a good sulk. Reading pained artists biographies are really really soothing as well. Its the ultimate best to read about other emotionally fragile people (who are cooler cos they are celebrities) and how they have overcome the odds, like Maureen Mcarthy and Russell Brand; or not like Pete Doherty and Kurt Cobain (tear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets not forget, in the words of dreamy Ethan Hawke in response to Lelaina's whinge; "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;things just can’t go back to normal at the end of the half hour like on the Brady Bunch  ‘cause Mr. Brady died of AIDS. Things don’t turn out like that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* so true. and Winona Ryder steals things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-1424779523432793881?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/1424779523432793881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=1424779523432793881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/1424779523432793881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/1424779523432793881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2009/02/downers.html' title='downers'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-7543373798852929530</id><published>2008-11-28T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:00:26.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!IDEA!</title><content type='html'>sometimes, cos you're feeling like no one really cares, and you're just not sure what to do with yourself, there's only one thing left to do...&lt;br /&gt;MAKE TINY DOUGHNUT CHARMS OUT OF POLYMER CLAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha-ha-ha. I'm as funny as ever. right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-7543373798852929530?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/7543373798852929530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=7543373798852929530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7543373798852929530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7543373798852929530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2008/11/idea.html' title='!IDEA!'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-7727088679822873129</id><published>2008-09-29T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:23:18.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new crush</title><content type='html'>I know; me and about a billion others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLc5PYCnThw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLc5PYCnThw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-7727088679822873129?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/7727088679822873129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=7727088679822873129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7727088679822873129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7727088679822873129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-crush.html' title='my new crush'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-7007004977454262655</id><published>2008-08-16T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:04:45.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot.not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/2402384.jpg?v=1&amp;c=ViewImages&amp;k=2&amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1934A2752006EF5F0ED0C4A3CF69FA2773A5A5397277B4DC33E"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/2402384.jpg?v=1&amp;c=ViewImages&amp;k=2&amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1934A2752006EF5F0ED0C4A3CF69FA2773A5A5397277B4DC33E" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah&lt;br /&gt;Here and back again with one of these.&lt;br /&gt;lo-oong overdue. How narcissistic are these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Liz Phair-She is so cool and badass and mid-90's and some of her songs are so X-rated!eep! &lt;br /&gt;- Saturday nights watching movies from the library&lt;br /&gt;Demi Moore's breakdown in St Elmo's Fire &lt;br /&gt;- Jarah chocolatte&lt;br /&gt;- Judd apatow movies &lt;br /&gt;- Missbehave magazine website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sabotaging dinner and feeling like a failure&lt;br /&gt;- saturday night pressure to conform&lt;br /&gt;- sudden sore throat &lt;br /&gt;- Getting facebook burned&lt;br /&gt;- quarter-life crises&lt;br /&gt;- 'assertive'/quite insecure personality types who impose their craziness on unsuspecting types&lt;br /&gt;- depressed individuals who won't seek help&lt;br /&gt;- hmmm there is more, i feel it in my bones, till next time I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-7007004977454262655?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/7007004977454262655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=7007004977454262655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7007004977454262655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7007004977454262655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2008/08/hotnot.html' title='hot.not'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-2222584646236828288</id><published>2008-07-25T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:18:46.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>try. a. lil. tenderness.</title><content type='html'>why andy doesnt choose duckie, we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;he sure can dance though&lt;br /&gt;(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97H1dToqfxY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97H1dToqfxY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-2222584646236828288?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/2222584646236828288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=2222584646236828288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/2222584646236828288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/2222584646236828288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-andy-doesnt-choose-duckie-well.html' title='try. a. lil. tenderness.'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-2785229462458125707</id><published>2008-07-05T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:00:34.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/11/04/safran_narrowweb__300x375,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/11/04/safran_narrowweb__300x375,0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  love john safran. you wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;not just cos he started off life in a yeshiva college, ahem, not just cos he has an fascinating obsession with the 'Gollum'and cannabilism and Kabbalah, not just cos i spotted him more then once milling around Borders, looking focused yet slighly a little awkward, not just cos you know he prefers reading books about subversive Governments to being trendy... its cos he is so HONEST. no beating around the bush, no filtering out the un-p.c things, no wearing pretentious looking headwear, no side fringe or annoying laugh. he is hilarious and you just know he isnt trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;this is the turning point in which i turned from admiring john, to really, really liking him. on 25th of June he mentions casually that he "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I cant socialize with people unless its about work. You know when you meet someone at a Cafe? I prefer the time, when the've come a bit late, and I'm just reading a book by myself...I prefer that time to when they turn up...and that's when I actually like them. !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Honestly is he not the most hilarious personality?&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe an extreme example. But I wish there was more of this kind of honesty around. like instead of people always talking up how awesome every social encounter they ever have is, or how they have like 3 parties to go to this w.e, or how hectic their work to social life ratio is, they can just bring themselves to size occasionally. Its so much more appreciated sometimes, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;everyone feels awkward right? It can be a perfectly comfortable context with a close pal, and suddenly you are seized up by awkwardness, or you have a weird physical exchange with a stranger (like say, you walk left, and they walk left, so you switch to right and so on...) or when you spit on someone by accident, or vice versa. ah well everyone must feel awkward at some point? Why else would people wanna get  drunk so bad...its too kill inhibitions and thus alleviate sensations of awkwardness &lt;br /&gt;no? I dunno? Just a thought. Take it or leave it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-2785229462458125707?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/2785229462458125707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=2785229462458125707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/2785229462458125707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/2785229462458125707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2008/07/js.html' title='J.S'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-3055211528263319876</id><published>2008-06-01T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T03:10:51.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>indie?</title><content type='html'>After a bit of contemplation, i'm deciding that I like Leslie Arfin. She's cute, writes well, has good taste in music and can be pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;check her out!&lt;a href="http://cafeconlesley.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps she's a jew too, with tattoos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-3055211528263319876?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/3055211528263319876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=3055211528263319876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/3055211528263319876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/3055211528263319876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2008/06/indie.html' title='indie?'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-7787206069071905279</id><published>2008-04-10T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:24:39.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>into the wild</title><content type='html'>best movie of 2007.for.sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LAuzT_x8Ek&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LAuzT_x8Ek&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-7787206069071905279?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/7787206069071905279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=7787206069071905279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7787206069071905279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7787206069071905279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2008/04/into-wild.html' title='into the wild'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-1473114652976036641</id><published>2008-04-03T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:56:44.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/R_WY3kf_CvI/AAAAAAAAABU/DLs-i4UWiWw/s1600-h/070424-lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/R_WY3kf_CvI/AAAAAAAAABU/DLs-i4UWiWw/s320/070424-lucy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185218626445052658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la…its Friday, and time for an absolute mind freeze…several tv options come to mind, all sufficiently effective at unplugging those needless neurotransmittery functions that like, you, make you think. These are&lt;br /&gt;a) Cashmere Mafia. So so stupid its enjoyable. So ridiculous and seriously laughable, I especially like the way these corporate yet sufficiently whimsical wannabe Carrie Bradshaw’s seem to have pretty much the same reactionsto just about every situation. Terrible week including marriage breakdown, various fashion  and general lifestyle angst? Lost your high-powered investment banking job? Found out your husbands been cheating? Well golly me a steely eyed blaze down the street in slow motion flanked by my equally fierce girlfriends in like, seriously empowered fashion, always does it for me. Also these women have a serious problem when it comes to an even half assed attempt at being funny. Really really lame jokes are thrown in every now and again, punctuated with manic, overcompensatory laughter (perhaps convincing laughter is difficulty to achieve with a kilo worth of botox in your forehead). However, there is something vaguely curious about Lucy Liu’s trussied up publishing guru caricature, and an unfortunate -cant help but stare – quality to Miranda Otto’s powerfully robotic appearance as a tryhard Bree Van De Kamp&lt;br /&gt;As ‘best friends’ these women are so deeply unconvincing as a real female ‘unit’ a glamorously acessorised ‘boys club’ using their feminine wiles to front their hard ass ‘what glass ceiling’ mentality, and yet this show is watchable. My only reasoning being a phantom limb like longing for something vaguely Sex and the City-ish, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) The Hills..well need I say more? Disjointed conversations, deeply erratic characters, completely inappropriate response timings and terrible continuity…well this is most definitely the show of 2008.. There is rarely anything about each ep that makes sense, and overly long shots and disconnected shots of ‘fast-paced, cut-throat’ LA seem uneccessary. But, oh Lauren and Whitney’s conversations, the deeply unattractive Spencer, Heidi’s failed attempt at appearing somewhat intelligent- these are all classic Hills moments and are inexplicably addictive. Again, this show comes on and I swear I feel a little dumber for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said Ahh well now. Human connection- the real kind- obviously I should get out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOoo, back to the importance of human connection, it is. Important. However there’s something slightly off about the way people are communicating nowadays (um…facebook??) &lt;br /&gt;Most communication industries advertise their wares largely on the grounds that the ‘human desire to communicate with others’ is kinda fundamental. However, what has been made of the mode by which communication is conducted? How about the incremental difference in value for instance, of human connection via telephone, as opposed to face-to-face conversation? Online chatting versus text message conversations?&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder ‘has modern technology severed the quality of societal communication?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you just wanna sit home and watch back to back eps of The Hills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-1473114652976036641?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/1473114652976036641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=1473114652976036641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/1473114652976036641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/1473114652976036641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-friday.html' title='Its Friday!'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/R_WY3kf_CvI/AAAAAAAAABU/DLs-i4UWiWw/s72-c/070424-lucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-2207899615365260593</id><published>2008-03-24T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T05:21:08.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ring RIng"</title><content type='html'>Picture this cinematic, age old image, it’s the leading lady, done up to the nines, waiting nervously by the phone, jumping each time it rings, only to the crushing realization that the person on the other line, is not who she’s hoped for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now picture said girl, however, this time she’s hunched nervously over her laptop, at 1am, logged on to two social networking sites, her instant messenger service and email inbox, with mobile phone of course, within arms reach. She’s waiting on her techno-savvy prince charming, and needless to say she’s a little more jumpy. (Borderline suicidal at this point) She’s ensured that her desperation is not tangible by choosing a status that is ‘invisible’, ‘appears offline’ or ‘away’. Sadly, however, she is quite aware of the irony that she is both physically and mentally, ‘On-line’ … off. Keep in mind, her mobile phone, whilst out of sight for now, will be awarded due attention a few more times before she allows her weary body (and mind) some rest. &lt;br /&gt;In case you’ve forgotten old home phone, (even the name’s hideously outdated),  its still there, and whilst serving a mostly performative function, can be surprisingly nerve jangling too. Maybe even more so considering its increasingly eccentric presence within a melee of slick modern technological toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technophrenia, or perhaps Connectiphobia would be a term I’d use to describe the extreme state of anxiety derived from the above situation. The increasing availability, and multiplicity of communication modes each and ever person in the Western hemisphere cannot have failed to notice, is simply exhilarating. Modern connection, has literalised   the 1979 AT&amp;T's slogan, "Reach out and touch someone," with cyber technology making online connectivity ever more tangible. We can see, hear, and virtually inspect every aspect of a person’s life in the flick of a button..or the grant of a ‘friend request’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eek, me pretty tired! Will continue this post later…yawn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-2207899615365260593?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/2207899615365260593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=2207899615365260593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/2207899615365260593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/2207899615365260593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2008/03/ring-ring.html' title='&quot;Ring RIng&quot;'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-2477571524624493926</id><published>2008-03-15T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:16:40.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ba---ack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mainstreet-usa.net/images/tonycurrent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.mainstreet-usa.net/images/tonycurrent.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. first post of 2008, how tragically late. sorry to noone in particular who might occasionally read this blog, (hah!) BUT 2007/2008 has been eventful, busy, a blur and so on.&lt;br /&gt;But today's topic is negativity, being negative, whining, sulking; looking at others optimism with snarky looks and narrowed eyes and thinking/voicing the word "loser" probably more times then is acceptable. What is it that makes some people so blissfully oblivious of the annoying, muscle- tensing moments, people and situations that are somehow (always) apparent to others? People’s strange nuances, phlegm clearing, constant nose- sniffing, pretentious yuppies, drunken teenage girls, general pants shop assistants, rogue- trader songs, facebook- posuers-jeez the list is extensive!&lt;br /&gt;Those blissfully unaware… perhaps they are endowed with an enormous sense of self-esteem, self-love and general peacefulness. They’re Anthony Robbins/Tyra Banks/Sunnyside up view of life is spawned by a peacefulness within.  &lt;br /&gt;But in my experience this has not proved to be true. Many of those with seemingly healthy self-esteem/balances lifestyle and general sunniness are particularly in tune to the annoyances of life and can quite conduct a whinge-athon with the best of them (negative types)&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that creates in one a more negative disposition? Obviously genes come into play, and of course childhood. Who can forget the number one Oprah/Doctor Phil ‘discussion’ of the episode theme-- overcoming the many issues spawned from father abandonment, harsh disciplining, parental disputes, social isolation at school, …wah, wah. Wah.&lt;br /&gt;So the more tumultuous childhood one has, the more likely they are to be pessimistic then? Nuh-uh, not really. I guess I’ve met people horrible stories of their parent’s divorce, looniness and general hardships that barely grumble. While my mind is initially reeling as to why this is, I am overcome by jealousy at their great attitude to life, themselves, and general optimism. Positivity is something that at times I feel like injecting myself with. A straight hit of self-esteem, and enthusiasm for the day ahead, job interviews, and unknown social situations.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so I guess there are no answers, people are more complex then a few generalized factors. Sorry if any of this offended people. Facebook is great (ahem) its cool to put up trendy photos!&lt;br /&gt;Till next week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-2477571524624493926?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/2477571524624493926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=2477571524624493926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/2477571524624493926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/2477571524624493926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2008/03/ba-ack.html' title='ba---ack!'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-8329374247775047270</id><published>2007-08-25T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T02:16:18.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah: "that, sister, was a spirtual performance!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2b88X7Gk52A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2b88X7Gk52A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-8329374247775047270?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/8329374247775047270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=8329374247775047270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8329374247775047270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8329374247775047270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/08/oprah-that-sister-was-spirtual.html' title='Oprah: &quot;that, sister, was a spirtual performance!&quot;'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-8092447349940123712</id><published>2007-08-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:27:51.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls, huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://solitaryphoenix.com/BuffyFaithEarlyDays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://solitaryphoenix.com/BuffyFaithEarlyDays.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls are a peculiar breed aren't we? As much as I love us, its easy to see that our relationships with each other usually tell us a lot about what we are experiencing at our present age.&lt;br /&gt;When we are young we are drawn and fascinated by other girls-who look like us and share the same penchant for polly pockets, long hair and stealing toys out of the 'show and tell' box (maybe only lil kleptomaniacs in the making) As we get older we realise that there's quite a lot that makes up these friendships and aside from the things we like, girls invest a LOT of time trying to please, entertain, abuse, and alienate each other. guys (mostly) pretty much shit all over each other but do so straight-up, to their faces, or sort out their aggression by throwing balls at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-something girls are pretty terrifying if I say so myself. Equally narcissistic, self-obsessed-tortured and insecure we confide in each other, explaining our neuroses, unsureness of the future angst, and so on-yep pretty egocentric but hey, them's the breaks baby--and being twenty and insecure is pretty break-y. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female competitiveness takes a new ugly form. evolving from teenage bitch-fights about who is hating on each other in the playground, who is a total dag with bad b.o, twenty- somethings feel as though the new age brings with it equal amounts of freedom as mind numbingly scariness in the form of desicion making, career moves, (vomit) relationships with guys and how 'hot' one is (gag-vomit-gag). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we see each other less and less on a daily basis, we form shields of armour in our poor little brains, cloaking the shittness we sometimes feel with an exterior that is hard, shiny and gleaming. job-GREAT, hair-SUPER-GREAT, social life-STELLAR!&lt;br /&gt;by appearing flawless and superior to our girlfriends we convince ourselves we are better then her. By going on a character assassination of our nearest and dearest we experience a lovely reassurance that we are smarter-more attractive-more intelligent and TOTALLY know what I'm doing with myself&lt;br /&gt;rant I know but girls, much as I love us most of the time should be learning a bit from the ones that reside in Mars (males;in case you dont live in my brain). they dish it out to each other, but can take it. If they think some one's being an a-hole, they freaking tell them, and when they take a piss in the nightclub bathrooms, they don't look each other up and down, they probably (probably a big stretch here) high-five each other about scoring the hot chick or talk about that 'game' crap (new tactic about picking up) but basically the competitiveness is played out on at the soccer (?) field, or the law degrees or such.&lt;br /&gt;And of course I'm not talking about all girls, just my own perception of what is going on around the 20-something mark. And i don't mean that I wish we should be all touchy feely encouraging each other to repeat positive mantras to ourselves in the mirror or something annoying, I just wish this (obviously biologically rooted) behavioural adaptation of trying to compete with each other (for success, popularity and guys) could at least be more out in the open and less simmering beneath the surface, exploding every so often in a pus like way from a teenagery-like pimple &lt;br /&gt;(gag)&lt;br /&gt;so rant over and feeling better, also because of my recently (as of now) acquired skill of touch-typing skills, GIRLS WHATCHA THINK ABOUT THAT HUH? HOW'DYA LIKE MY SUPERIOR ADEPTNESS OF THE QUERTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-8092447349940123712?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/8092447349940123712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=8092447349940123712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8092447349940123712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8092447349940123712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/08/girls-huh.html' title='girls, huh?'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-4379956737629664760</id><published>2007-07-16T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:58:34.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get that job...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/RpwTRZryyMI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z5P3bk-RaK0/s1600-h/title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/RpwTRZryyMI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z5P3bk-RaK0/s320/title.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087962868695091394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, yes very enlightening prose on 'poor self esteem.'&lt;br /&gt;In response can I just add that there is no cure for the syndrome, other then good ole 'wallowing' a technique perfected and fine-tuned by moi, excellent for those depressing, disappointing times in life for when eating in bed whilst crying is really, the only remedy!&lt;br /&gt;also forming a posse of others with poor self esteem can really be uplifting as you bond in a wonderful negative way, that everything is shit when you yourself feel shit-wah wah wah&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;br /&gt;I GOT A JOB-after way too many humiliating and sweaty interviews I am a proud member of &lt;a href="ttp://www.rockstarmemoirs.com/l"&gt;ROCKSTAR YEARBOOKS, &lt;/a&gt;, they are do yearbooks for schools, and their stuff is OFF THE HOOK (most of the time) I get to look at photos of unfortunate teenagers all day long and praise the lord that I am no longer that of the oily-t-zoned. ahh relief overflows.&lt;br /&gt;bak to work on 'canberra high'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-4379956737629664760?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/4379956737629664760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=4379956737629664760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/4379956737629664760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/4379956737629664760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/07/get-that-job.html' title='get that job...'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/RpwTRZryyMI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z5P3bk-RaK0/s72-c/title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-3722719915363828910</id><published>2007-07-16T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T04:54:53.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self esteem</title><content type='html'>"Im just a sucker with no self esteem" - Self Esteem, The Offspring&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...i know your problem. Poor self esteem! you sigh. Smirking, you pass me a well worn copy of 'The Secret' and insist i have a quick squiz at the splendiferous dvd version, which gives a quick yet insightful snapshot into the metaphysical powers of positive thinking. Post viewing, you insist, i will see how positively futile it is to dwell upon the non functional pursuit of poor self esteem. Brooding, after all is extremely passe, and i am most definitely casting aside ye olde poster child for nineties grunge syndrome. There is after all, nothing fab about mentally wearing Winona Ryder's oversized jumper style ( Girl Interrupted) nor her punky frump (heathers, reality bytes), if you're not of course, Winona herself (And even then, you may have to resort to some image overhaul theft done classic Marc Jacobs style)&lt;br /&gt;And so, like the secret so says, 'send, deliver, recieve!' or send, or 'You are a magnet attracting to you all things, via the signal you are emitting through your thoughts and feelings' I am radiating, magnetising, yawning, so tired, can i go to sleep now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-3722719915363828910?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/3722719915363828910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=3722719915363828910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/3722719915363828910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/3722719915363828910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/07/self-esteem.html' title='Self esteem'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-9153202788536828088</id><published>2007-06-09T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:31:15.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fo_QVq2lGMs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fo_QVq2lGMs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-9153202788536828088?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/9153202788536828088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=9153202788536828088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/9153202788536828088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/9153202788536828088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-8423732826465557373</id><published>2007-05-27T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T17:30:54.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is why I'm hot...(its a song)....(by 'mims')</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b294/karenthings/mysite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b294/karenthings/mysite.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh and the weekend draws to a startingly freezing close. &lt;br /&gt;you know what's good about the weekend? Catching up on shit you feel to vulnerable to do during the backbreakingly hard work week! jokes! &lt;br /&gt;sorry to come across like a whinger, but i guess that what a week end is good for. Plus its heaps better without homework and even a teensy bit better when someone you live with is trudging through their homework like a feeble little little puppy in a bondi junction pet shop-looking out onto the world which mocks, and points at its attempts to break free!&lt;br /&gt;sorry again! So my website is coming along, its no longer a puny splash page. Its the best kind of thing to do when you're slightly hungover and can't face any frollicking in a park, or the like.&lt;br /&gt;In other news...um , hmm, jeez, watching 'before sunset' and 'before sunrise' in a row, can have weird effects on one's emotional state, both very good movies indeed! 21st parties also do that to me&lt;br /&gt;oh okay I'll post my update-ing site now, I know you all are hungry for a taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karenmansberg.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-8423732826465557373?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/8423732826465557373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=8423732826465557373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8423732826465557373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8423732826465557373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-why-im-hotits-songby-mims.html' title='this is why I&apos;m hot...(its a song)....(by &apos;mims&apos;)'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-7840398289749616885</id><published>2007-05-13T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:35:10.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>howro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/RkbK3ZregPI/AAAAAAAAABE/Sxkd0fmxb_o/s1600-h/room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/RkbK3ZregPI/AAAAAAAAABE/Sxkd0fmxb_o/s320/room.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063957884159557874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word up y'all&lt;br /&gt;its been a while-ahem a week to be accurate, and not much to be said except for...&lt;br /&gt;old people-you've really gotta give em credit, without being completely horrifically mean, their lives seem so HARD. we youngsters (read:me) bitch and moan so much-"wah, wah, wah" about our 'issues', and old people just have it so-TOUGH. Never knowing the next day's symptom, having to warm up just to get out of bed in the morning, eating alone and watching daytime tv. every fucking thing is a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;oh jeez how depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a less reflective level-&lt;br /&gt;I have succumbed, &lt;br /&gt;succumbed to the infinite abyss that is BB. yes i know-v-o-m-i-t. and if I really was a so 'fascinated by the social experiment and interelations of the human kinds' I really should just um go outside and well...interact. but its like the drug 'ice', you never want to do it, and then you end up addicted and antisocial.&lt;br /&gt;on another side note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;- the final scene of flashdance&lt;br /&gt;- all the scenes from 'pretty in pink'&lt;br /&gt;- andrew mcarthy&lt;br /&gt;- merrick and rosso&lt;br /&gt;- zara wood and all her work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT KNOW ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mother's day (luv mum, but not the day so much)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-7840398289749616885?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/7840398289749616885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=7840398289749616885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7840398289749616885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7840398289749616885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/05/howro.html' title='howro!'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/RkbK3ZregPI/AAAAAAAAABE/Sxkd0fmxb_o/s72-c/room.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-5678678449514508137</id><published>2007-05-13T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:41:36.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Hot May 2007 (or reason #1002837 i hate Facebook)</title><content type='html'>Righto, in the mood of all things happiness relating, i thought some issues seriously need to be addressed re; seriously un-happy making&lt;br /&gt;1. Facebook&lt;br /&gt;With voyeurim de rigueur and spilling your guts out in  generically fashioned dime a dozen blogs accessed by millions- (not unlike this one right here) it seemed inevitable that a monster called 'facebook' should rear its ugly head, sucking in innocent bystanders with a dangerous predilection towards procastinators. This so called 'friend-finder' has infected my world, its super suction tentacles fronting as entertaining prospects such as 'social status updates' or 'Find Friends' aka love me please, or Social timeline, The: creates a timeline of your social life simply by entering all your "friend" details. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, another time zapper, another hideous consumer of valuable minutes which we are increasingly told to "treasure". I hesitate to declare,  the earth shattering mind staggeringly exhaustive difficulty not withstanding, a ban from all things Facebook, facebook related, tagging (?) wall posts, scanning your next doors neighbors dog's best friends cousin photos from their Norwegian boyfriends homecoming. &lt;br /&gt;Only then can i rest. Amen&lt;br /&gt;2. Mothers Day&lt;br /&gt;two things which have made me suspicious. 1) not many bad things are said about mothers day. 2) mothers day is often bad.&lt;br /&gt;Why suspicious? Bad things arent all always talked about. Also, everyone has a mum and (mostly) everyone loves them.(love- hate relationships include&lt;br /&gt; HOWEVER, has anyone stopped to think of the children?? The god forsaken children of that teen- angst forming nightmarish condition that is The blended family who can, for the majority of the year make the most of a pretty strange situation and get on with rest of their lives? Until the one day, when there's (probably) smoked salmon involved, and soft doughy bagels, and most likely coffee, and cake and polite conversation, and guilt mongering, and cranky tearful fights and mood swings and overly sentimental or emotionally unavailable over -priced greeting cards, and unstable shop assistants and  tearing your hair out whilst jumping up and down screaming frantically- is SO not an option!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, um,  suspicion 2) was unfounded. There is MUCH much causality. But a ban on this one might not go down so well.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts??&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now, Adieu ye faithful few, and thank ye for thigh kindly purge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-5678678449514508137?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/5678678449514508137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=5678678449514508137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/5678678449514508137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/5678678449514508137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-hot-may-2007-or-reason-1002837-i.html' title='Not Hot May 2007 (or reason #1002837 i hate Facebook)'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-8461492866395492839</id><published>2007-05-06T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T05:36:17.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blog-city.info/en/img8/869_smiley-face-ps-version2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.blog-city.info/en/img8/869_smiley-face-ps-version2.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently we all have a set range of general happiness, which fluctuates around,and is most likely determined by genetics. this set range contributes to about 50% of our happiness, and means when huge events happen in your life your emotions will go beserk but then eventually return to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the circumstances we live in affect our happiness too, but this only accounts for 8-15% of our happiness. Makes sense considering the abundance of depression and mental disease in western, wealthy countries such as ours, and the better coping mechanisms of that in poorer, developing countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well we have voulountary control, and contributes to 42% of our happiness, we have many aspects of out lives which we have the power to change-the way we think and act in the past, present and future. we should be greatful, and forgiving  when thinking of the past, be 'flexibly optimistic' when thinking of the future, and take pleasure in the simple good things of the present. i.e a nice coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh so namby pamby i know, but maybe will help some, maybe help me appreciate the godamn moment for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-8461492866395492839?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/8461492866395492839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=8461492866395492839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8461492866395492839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8461492866395492839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/05/happiness.html' title='HAPPINESS'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-1905851312421213919</id><published>2007-04-27T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:56:17.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this winter...an exciting new movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/985SDN65nX0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/985SDN65nX0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it looks so &lt;br /&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-1905851312421213919?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/1905851312421213919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=1905851312421213919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/1905851312421213919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/1905851312421213919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-winteran-exciting-new-movie.html' title='this winter...an exciting new movie'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-8131650761069847347</id><published>2007-04-24T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T03:21:05.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>narcisstic post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peskimo.com/web/download/psp/peskimo_give%20me%20toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.peskimo.com/web/download/psp/peskimo_give%20me%20toast.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM LIKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peskimo.com/"&gt;&gt;peskimo&lt;/a&gt;-super cute&lt;br /&gt;- movies like 'you got served'&lt;br /&gt;- movies like 'blow' and johhnny depp's faithfulness to his charecter and ability to pull of the most.scary.hairstyles&lt;br /&gt;- merrick &amp;rosso&lt;br /&gt;- kenny yabu-most polite man in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DISLIKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yjca parties-they make me crazy&lt;br /&gt;- grey's anatomy&lt;br /&gt;- american gun policy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT SURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- corporate suits on the bus&lt;br /&gt;- rain-hair&lt;br /&gt;- public transport&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-8131650761069847347?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/8131650761069847347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=8131650761069847347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8131650761069847347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8131650761069847347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/04/narcisstic-post.html' title='narcisstic post'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-8449070312539623301</id><published>2007-04-19T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:02:56.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ben kweller's awesome grandma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvuRN-mfM4g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvuRN-mfM4g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-8449070312539623301?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/8449070312539623301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=8449070312539623301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8449070312539623301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8449070312539623301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/04/ben-kwellers-bobba.html' title='ben kweller&apos;s awesome grandma!'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-1585676999255005659</id><published>2007-04-12T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:12:45.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life 'rox'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amny.com/media/photo/2006-08/25158011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.amny.com/media/photo/2006-08/25158011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Y'All&lt;br /&gt;guess what, life doesn't suck! well not all the time, and not in an emo-jared-leto-esque way, with lots of eyeliner and side parted hair-that my friends are for posers like 30 secconds to mars&lt;br /&gt;so without further uneccesary adjecives, and deviations, I will explain to you when you realise that life doesn't suck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll paint the picture too......."&lt;em&gt;you are driving, and you're pretty content, and thinking about a great nightime snack. you are particularly tired this night, and are feeling awesome about getting home and doing nothing. against better judgement however you pull out your phone, and dial your home number, wanting to fill in your sister-parent-friend-partner about your night when...oh my god....no and &lt;br /&gt;CRASH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;yes, I was involved in a scary accident, but with a parked car. I did not kill/hurt anyone, dogs, cats...&lt;br /&gt;so that my friends is why life is good. A scary visit to the ambulance helped to reassess the situation. a very 'grey's anatomy-esque experience-stab wounds and all reminded me what an awesome thing it is not to be a heroin addict with a knife in my back!&lt;br /&gt;  After the short mourning of a car that has provided me and my sister with three years of solidarity, 'ole scratchy'/'chariot of fire'/'ole whitey' had finally been laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;you have served us well, old friend. despite the loss of a bumper bar, and a few cosmetic (superficial) scratches, you (hardly) ever let us down. Thanks for showing us the way, when independence was what we craved, and reminding us of how beauty is truly on the inside. Even when passers- by laughed at us, and scorned our scratchy demeanour, we drove bravely on. &lt;br /&gt;we will miss you sorely&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-1585676999255005659?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/1585676999255005659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=1585676999255005659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/1585676999255005659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/1585676999255005659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-rox.html' title='life &apos;rox&apos;!'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-5822286969244381732</id><published>2007-04-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T02:09:36.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Winslet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/f/f8/Winslet_attitudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/f/f8/Winslet_attitudes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-5822286969244381732?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/5822286969244381732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=5822286969244381732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/5822286969244381732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/5822286969244381732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/04/kate-winslet.html' title='Kate Winslet'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-3944110046925252086</id><published>2007-04-10T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T06:02:49.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiger's adopted cubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nova969.com.au/photos/photos/107/2692/540x450.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.nova969.com.au/photos/photos/107/2692/540x450.aspx" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-3944110046925252086?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/3944110046925252086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=3944110046925252086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/3944110046925252086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/3944110046925252086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/04/tigers-adopted-cubs.html' title='tiger&apos;s adopted cubs'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-8526101960782078861</id><published>2007-04-08T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:00:09.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>andrew mccarthy-why arn't you famous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vassaeggen.se/bild/Stelmosfireeight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.vassaeggen.se/bild/Stelmosfireeight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-8526101960782078861?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/8526101960782078861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=8526101960782078861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8526101960782078861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8526101960782078861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/04/andrew-mccarthy-why-arnt-you-famous.html' title='andrew mccarthy-why arn&apos;t you famous?'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-2628322972616651029</id><published>2007-04-08T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T05:58:04.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/Rhjles-_YkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/k3WPLkybTGo/s1600-h/anita%27sinvite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/Rhjles-_YkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/k3WPLkybTGo/s200/anita%27sinvite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051039297730208322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- st Elmo's fire&lt;br /&gt;- non-humid-fried hair&lt;br /&gt;- the Gleaners le glanuer&lt;br /&gt;- making noice invitations&lt;br /&gt;- andrew mcarthy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so much&lt;br /&gt;- mummyesque hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-2628322972616651029?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/2628322972616651029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=2628322972616651029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/2628322972616651029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/2628322972616651029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/04/hot-now.html' title='hot now!'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/Rhjles-_YkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/k3WPLkybTGo/s72-c/anita%27sinvite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-8482599021676243783</id><published>2007-04-04T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T04:16:23.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dads pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nostalgiacentral.com/images_tv/heydad1993.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.nostalgiacentral.com/images_tv/heydad1993.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of all things 'dad'. Im tempted to look up the still from the 'how to save a life' clip ( the high budget one) where attractive American kids are crying and mouthing daaad and moooom really obviously. I'll try looking. It will change your life&lt;br /&gt;ps. your spelling is atroshus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-8482599021676243783?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/8482599021676243783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=8482599021676243783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8482599021676243783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8482599021676243783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/04/dads-pt-2.html' title='dads pt 2'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-7222370056520465155</id><published>2007-04-04T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:55:27.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'dad'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stennieville.com/ee_images/uploads/MikeBrady1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.stennieville.com/ee_images/uploads/MikeBrady1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am bitching and moaning about.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'step'-fathers and their shitty, shitty attitudes&lt;br /&gt;now...don't get me wrong, stepdaughters can have equaly shitty attitudes. We've all come to the conclusion that many attitudes of resistance, brattiness, spoiled-little-shit qualities come from freudian fucked up father-daughter relations and so-on and so-on.&lt;br /&gt;However, certain people of certain maturity seem to live to just be 'difficult', they adore confrontation and massive blow up type fights because it distracts them from feelings of frustration and futility in their own lives. oh and plus, it means instant approval from ones spouse and a guaranteed feeling of satisfaction when they can harp on about negative qualities of spouse's children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that throb of annoyance is so easily forgotten when you can ditch home, but then what happens when you have to revist, live those same old feelings again.&lt;br /&gt;yuk, i feel like suuch a cliche, spoiled little daughter who is innately jealous of her mum's partner, resistant to her happiness, and bla bla&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes it just sucks-dont make me move home&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-7222370056520465155?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/7222370056520465155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=7222370056520465155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7222370056520465155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7222370056520465155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/04/dad.html' title='&apos;dad&apos;?'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-6056323134858208013</id><published>2007-03-30T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T06:32:00.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/8762/pg/one/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/8762/pg/one/five.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exposay.com/celebrity-photos/james-spader-2006-abc-upfront-presentation---arrivals-OuWUix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.exposay.com/celebrity-photos/james-spader-2006-abc-upfront-presentation---arrivals-OuWUix.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is in tribute to the sudden break in sweaty humid weather and much awaited crispiness in the finer, way better dressed months of April onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best movies in the entire world&lt;br /&gt;- Lost in Translation&lt;br /&gt;- Pretty in Pink&lt;br /&gt;- About a Boy&lt;br /&gt;- the Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;- Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;- Ferris Bueller's day off&lt;br /&gt;- Heathers&lt;br /&gt;- reality bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Crappy movies in the world (read: all movies on Showtime)&lt;br /&gt;- Elizabethtown&lt;br /&gt;- Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;Umm...drawing blanks..but there are so many wonderfully shiteous movies, feel free to add&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-6056323134858208013?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/6056323134858208013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=6056323134858208013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/6056323134858208013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/6056323134858208013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-post-is-in-tribute-to-sudden-break.html' title=''/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-970292916195877940</id><published>2007-03-24T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:02:02.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cobrasnake in sydney-vomit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thecobrasnake.com/partyphotos/streetsofsydney/thumbnails/IMG_1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://thecobrasnake.com/partyphotos/streetsofsydney/thumbnails/IMG_1345.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, good calls n...all of them&lt;br /&gt;to  add to the 'hating on' list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cobra snake in sydney: no one is buying it people, you guys are not 'indie' you are trying-too-hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecobrasnake.com/partyphotos/streetsofsydney/index.html"&gt;cobrasnake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- on the plus side though &lt;a href="http://www.thirdbest.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site is nice too look at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href= "http://www.bryanboy.com/"&gt;bryanboy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.zarawood.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is wayyy too cute and jealous making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo N here........just had to add this one...coz if anyone's gonna make a most hated on list its these losers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stuff.ubersite.com/1076508308453216755/1/nickel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKLEBACK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a visual. Chad paddle pop fug-king kruger....staring earnestly into the camera holding up a photo and whining about some shit on johnny's head while we ponder the who the hell let that festering bleached moss remain on on his head on national tv AND as a tribute to his hard core rocker status...two words. you suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-970292916195877940?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/970292916195877940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=970292916195877940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/970292916195877940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/970292916195877940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/03/cobrasnake-in-sydney-vomit.html' title='cobrasnake in sydney-vomit'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-7062223571265328674</id><published>2007-03-24T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T05:56:23.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Sinclair is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.votolatino.com.ar/2003/fotos/bobsinclair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.votolatino.com.ar/2003/fotos/bobsinclair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....New vent- shiteous songs- Number1. Bodyrox ft Luciana song- you know with the blood curdling shrieks 'yeah yeah' it makes me sooo angry! AHH&lt;br /&gt;Im also really hating pictures by sneaky sound system, it was ok at first but the constant radiooverplaying is making my eardrums hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the 'put your hands up for detroit' is really irritating&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh there are so many more! Ummmm&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh of course how could i forget....anything by Bob Sinclair grrrrrrr HATE ! especially hate crapalicious rock your body ripoff! I just cannot believe this thing gets airplay it drives me crazy.....the lyrics are so unbelievably annoying, esp this part:&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du du &lt;br /&gt;[Du du du du] Dance! Dance! &lt;br /&gt;[Du du du du] Now everybody move (move) &lt;br /&gt;[Du du du du] Now everybody shake (shake) &lt;br /&gt;[Du du du du] Now everybody &lt;br /&gt;Everybody dance now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Grenier (HOT)&lt;br /&gt;Entourage&lt;br /&gt;The Fratellis &lt;br /&gt;Turtle&lt;br /&gt;Hangin out with lil cuz&lt;br /&gt;Vogue forums&lt;br /&gt;new sneakers&lt;br /&gt;Pressies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;Bob Sinclair &lt;br /&gt;Luciana Ft Bodyrox yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Getting rained on&lt;br /&gt;humidity&lt;br /&gt;fake people ( read: people who avoid eye contact)&lt;br /&gt;anger management podcasts&lt;br /&gt;fillings&lt;br /&gt;dentists who have philosophical debates while you cant talk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-7062223571265328674?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/7062223571265328674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=7062223571265328674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7062223571265328674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7062223571265328674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/03/bob-sinclair-is.html' title='Bob Sinclair is'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-3076222956031484321</id><published>2007-03-18T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T04:54:42.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COS WE SAID SO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amny.com/media/photo/2006-06/24001772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.amny.com/media/photo/2006-06/24001772.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-3076222956031484321?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/3076222956031484321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=3076222956031484321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/3076222956031484321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/3076222956031484321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/03/cos-we-said-so.html' title='COS WE SAID SO'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-4587733451439171485</id><published>2007-03-18T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:00:16.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/Rf0nTQo3pZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lWBViZP5ag8/s1600-h/finalinvite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/Rf0nTQo3pZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lWBViZP5ag8/s320/finalinvite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043230369562207634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday time...&lt;br /&gt;its strange and sad but undeniable. Birthdays are STRICTLY designed for children, whose parents organize parties, their playmates arive, all kinds of naughtiness goes on, lots of cupcakes consumed-guilt being a non event. tantrums are excused on too much sugar, and at the end of the exhausting day, the lucky kid gets to sit in front of his.her worn -out disney movie &lt;br /&gt;no muss, no fuss&lt;br /&gt;21 however is a different ballgame. times have changed, NOW birthdays are time to ruminate, take into account one's fortunes, friends, or lack theorof. Of course life is very. good. but why then the anxiety when the 'big days' come around? Is it cos of how far we have come, or how the exact opposite. life is completely in our hands now, and that's some scary shit. &lt;br /&gt;anyway it should be said that it not in my DNA to enjoy being center of attention, so why should I want a big fuss around my birthday anyway. It is just conditioning that tells us that for some reason people should just *know* and *care* about this freakin 'social construct'&lt;br /&gt;anyway the conclusion i have come to is that birthdays are over-rated, and every day should be a day to treat yourself, why not? especially when you're not a wolper patient (yet!) although they do get a *mean* sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so-brrrrrrrrrrrring it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-4587733451439171485?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/4587733451439171485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=4587733451439171485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/4587733451439171485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/4587733451439171485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday.html' title='BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/Rf0nTQo3pZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lWBViZP5ag8/s72-c/finalinvite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-4126181733936052952</id><published>2007-03-03T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T07:41:37.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday night hootany</title><content type='html'>okay....&lt;br /&gt;just completed a MARATHON- a never before attempted record of 3 parties in one night.&lt;br /&gt;While completed, the battle scars have formed, we must once again unite in solidarity, and harden our fragile selves against the harsh reality of socialising in these kind of environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a scary, often dangerous terrain, where one must attempt to stay on top of her game at all costs, despite the very unglamourous effects alcohol inevitably leads to. conversations can often be stilted. people who avoid eye contact. many, many other such unfortunate incidents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is a party, really?&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of like-minded people just wanting to interact, be honest about what they are feeling, in the age of knowing people via sms, web photo galleries and the like, more then ever we just want to chat, not try to hard, and maybe feel a little twinge of recognition = when we meet someone with a similarity to us. Simple huh? you'd think so, but honesty is something hard to find as we become adults, who are quickly developing layers of complexity and defense mechanisim and strategies to mask our ever-growing sense of inadequacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew! sorry to come off so pessimisitic, parties are great! in the right doses though. 3 a night? &lt;br /&gt;Its probably gonna be a one timer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-4126181733936052952?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/4126181733936052952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=4126181733936052952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/4126181733936052952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/4126181733936052952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday-night-hootany.html' title='saturday night hootany'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-1868673156543834508</id><published>2007-02-27T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T05:29:31.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh oh...witching hour anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lastlemon.com/dailydose/images/vim_strip1912.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.lastlemon.com/dailydose/images/vim_strip1912.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh ohh.... i dunno, it could be deliciously potent iced coffee related but i am most definetely feeling the onset of a colossal tidal wave of anxiety. It is the stuff of  Scary job interviews ('must learn witty repartee') , stressful potential encounters with yuckey university bureaucracy and of course the ever present sense of self doubt that makes my chest feel like a biggest loser contestant is sitting on it. Its the sort of anxiety you can feel is futile to fight off, and i've pretty much come to terms with that. its almost comforting, like a nice chokey scarf, or an uncomfortably tight pair of socks :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i bid you adieu, and will try and shake of this rather unsettling vortex of uncertainty i have swirling in my messed up head! &lt;br /&gt;p.s this is strangely cathartic...maybe blogs are the new therapists??&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;pps. oh yeh, and i think that my 'arts degree is a waste of time' complex needs to officially binned and disposed of. poof, gone, i think this warrants a party...cake, maybe? No but seriously i am working on it, and whoever wants to aid in my arts degree complex rehab will be much appreciated&lt;br /&gt;muchos gracias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-1868673156543834508?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/1868673156543834508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=1868673156543834508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/1868673156543834508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/1868673156543834508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/02/uh-ohwitching-hour-anxiety.html' title='uh oh...witching hour anxiety'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-8899065429744862931</id><published>2007-02-26T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:35:30.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a sidenote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/0/88/12913579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 5px 5px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/0/88/12913579.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is is just a practice dry run&lt;br /&gt;a few things that are irking us at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Harper's Bazaar-the way they talk down to their readership: why buy a magazine just so it can be MEAN to you&lt;br /&gt;hmmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- humidity, and consistently frizzy hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the yuckiness of uncertaintly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- feelings of inadequacy re: facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- standing in a line for an hour and no one speaking...to...me! (could be because of ipod)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- beauracracy in general: life is too short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but we are liking smg....she is ba----aaack!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-8899065429744862931?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/8899065429744862931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=8899065429744862931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8899065429744862931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8899065429744862931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-sidenote.html' title='just a sidenote'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-7262696697372209839</id><published>2007-02-25T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:24:25.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME TO GET OFF OUR ASSES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/ReIZ4VbIuGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UZQ03K_W9yQ/s1600-h/CIMG2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/ReIZ4VbIuGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UZQ03K_W9yQ/s320/CIMG2067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035615788967966818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting times are a coming, (and they're more thrilling then a season marathon of entourage!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-7262696697372209839?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/7262696697372209839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=7262696697372209839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7262696697372209839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/7262696697372209839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/02/time-to-get-off-our-asses.html' title='TIME TO GET OFF OUR ASSES!'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dn4DLDJS-N8/ReIZ4VbIuGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UZQ03K_W9yQ/s72-c/CIMG2067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-5701519665724278978</id><published>2007-02-25T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:09:13.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='END OF HOLIDAYS'/><title type='text'>dry eyes and anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.ctv.ca/archives/CTVNews/img2/20060922/475_greys_anatomy1_060922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.ctv.ca/archives/CTVNews/img2/20060922/475_greys_anatomy1_060922.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anxiety, tension, nerves....&lt;br /&gt;all lead to  general symptoms of yuckiness-clammy hands, furrowed eyebrows, sweatiness etc etc&lt;br /&gt;but its so hard to stop!&lt;br /&gt;even when we're enjoying today we're worrying tommorow, if I'm too relaxed now, maybe i'm a lazy  butt, but if i'm working a loooonng mundane 9 to 5 work day, its just all too monotonous, what's going to happen to me, if I just end up int he comfort of a mindless, but 'safe job', I will simply combust with braindead-ness! even going on 'facebook' leads to feelings of inadequacy! why does everyone seem to have this thrilling 'laguna beach' lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with just listening to every 'feel good' movie we see, or actually listening to our parents when they say "enjoy the moment", "you're only young once" "just do it"&lt;br /&gt;ra ra ra&lt;br /&gt;its hard being complex, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tommorow- the 26th of Feb heralds the first day of uni, fourth year running, except for moi! the other members of this blog are gaining some sense of closure with the ending of the holidays, and I am...*anxious*&lt;br /&gt;so I will get out there and become a 'working girl' and hopefully I'll find out that it aint all that daunting, I'll work on this up and comin site in &lt;a href=" http://karenmansberg.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaii and in the meantime, theres always the cathartic escapism of shite tv, such as Grey's Anatomy where a tree has just gone *through* a a freakingP ERSON, and the very UNterrible 'ugly betty'&lt;br /&gt;oh and this blog&lt;br /&gt;time to embrace some optimism, i think the time is 'ripe!'&lt;br /&gt; who am I? who actually says stuff like this?&lt;br /&gt;buhhh-yee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-5701519665724278978?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/5701519665724278978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=5701519665724278978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/5701519665724278978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/5701519665724278978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/02/dry-eyes-and-anxiety.html' title='dry eyes and anxiety'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365486633474288996.post-8496731219239481964</id><published>2007-02-24T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:49:07.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harro'/><title type='text'>1st post ever!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/upload/2007/02/let_the_healing_begin_2/umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://perezhilton.com/upload/2007/02/let_the_healing_begin_2/umbrella.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! our first klandn post! how exciting! &lt;br /&gt;eep, this is nervewracking much!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, to herald this much awaited blog in which we will detail our most intrepid and insightful observations on life, celebrity rag / current fashion dont- do's, current mimco range, and all else inspiring topics, i propose a hot/ not list for 2007. A veritable landmine of info, goss and general crap thats more or less is gonna set the tone for the best year ever! (Eurotrip, YaY)!&lt;br /&gt;OKKKey! so i'll start just to get the ball rolling&lt;br /&gt;HOT&lt;br /&gt;- Eurotrip (of course)&lt;br /&gt;- (old) mb iced coffees (boo)&lt;br /&gt;- being assertive and confident&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;- being negative/pessamistic&lt;br /&gt;- (new) mb iced coffees (boo) &lt;br /&gt;- getting the ole once over from snotty/ euro waiters&lt;br /&gt;i wait with breath abated for u to start blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365486633474288996-8496731219239481964?l=coswesaidso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/feeds/8496731219239481964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=365486633474288996&amp;postID=8496731219239481964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8496731219239481964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365486633474288996/posts/default/8496731219239481964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coswesaidso.blogspot.com/2007/02/1st-post-ever.html' title='1st post ever!!!'/><author><name>kandn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725812697023703176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvb2CRpaCh0/Tb0gId2X5-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HT9JqVHhKuk/s220/nails2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
