<?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-3047869</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:13:13.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychodaisy's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>My online journal.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-7737197</id><published>2001-12-07T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:05.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, today is the 60th anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor....Somehow I thought I'd have more to say about that. But I guess not! ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7737197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=7737197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7737197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7737197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/12/well-today-is-60th-anniversary-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-7697581</id><published>2001-12-06T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:05.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's in store for your sex life? Be honest now. :)theSpark.com's Sex Test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7697581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=7697581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7697581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7697581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/12/whats-in-store-for-your-sex-life-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-7696662</id><published>2001-12-06T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:06.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever been to Metaspy? It's a site my friends and I would visit when we were bored at work. =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7696662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=7696662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7696662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7696662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/12/ever-been-to-metaspy-its-site-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-7669884</id><published>2001-12-05T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:06.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um...showing porn to pandas??? what the hell is up with this world!http://www.cnn.com/2001/WORLD/asiapcf/east/12/05/tiger.viagra/index.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7669884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=7669884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7669884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7669884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/12/um.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-7657770</id><published>2001-12-05T01:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:06.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooh. I'm excited. I'm working on psychodaisy's garden version 5.0. I think it's looking really decent. Once that goes into effect though, I hate to say that I won't be using blogger anymore. sigh. Since it'll be it's own blog content system, it'll have it's own method of posting blogs with archives, etc. it's really fun for me to program. :) finally something fun to program lol.wanna peek at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7657770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=7657770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7657770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7657770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/12/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-7648641</id><published>2001-12-04T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:06.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can see this better than the art I am. :)If I was a James Bond villain, I would be Francisco Scaramanga.I enjoy good food, monopolising the world's energy supplies, and sex before assassinating people.I am played by Christopher Lee in The Man with the Golden Gun.Who would you be? James Bond Villain Personality Test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7648641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=7648641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7648641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7648641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/12/i-can-see-this-better-than-art-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-7648519</id><published>2001-12-04T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:06.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't see it. If I was a work of art, I would be Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa.I am extremely popular and widely known. Although unassuming and unpretentious, my enigmatic smile has charmed millions. I am a mystery, able to be appreciated from afar, but ultimately unknowable and thus intriguing.Which work of art would you be? The Art Test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7648519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=7648519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7648519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7648519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/12/i-dont-see-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-7611966</id><published>2001-12-03T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:06.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok this just cracks me up:#!/usr/bin/girl | [ a girl, a browser, and a lot of spare time ]And i love this in her "peer-pressured bio":"Zannah aspires to be an anime character when she grows up."How can you not like this girl. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7611966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=7611966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7611966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7611966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/12/ok-this-just-cracks-me-up-usrbingirl.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-7560794</id><published>2001-12-01T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:06.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've submitted to the Mirror Project. More stuff to come!http://www.mirrorproject.com/mirror?id=3039</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7560794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=7560794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7560794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/7560794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/12/ive-submitted-to-mirror-project.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-6985443</id><published>2001-11-09T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:07.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look at this. I love it. :)Spark-Online</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6985443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=6985443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/6985443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/6985443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/11/look-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-6088577</id><published>2001-10-03T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:07.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's rather quite amazing how people can irritate you to no end. I'm just simply amazed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6088577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=6088577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/6088577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/6088577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/10/its-rather-quite-amazing-how-people-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-6082557</id><published>2001-10-03T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:07.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Discovered a new (or a couple rather) sites today. Jezebel... A site for sore eyesThe Mirror ProjectGreat sites. I love them. Basically they are sites that feature self portraits through mirrors. I love it. I can't get enough of it. Now it gives me ideas on my own self portrait project that I've been painstakingly thinking about. I've been trying to think of how I can make my self portrait </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6082557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=6082557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/6082557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/6082557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/10/discovered-new-or-couple-rather-sites.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-6081865</id><published>2001-10-03T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:07.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been exactly a month since my last post. Imagine that.Have you ever felt like you were one step behind someone else? As if you can't get ahead of them? Amazing isn't it? sigh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6081865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=6081865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/6081865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/6081865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/10/its-been-exactly-month-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5449723</id><published>2001-09-03T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:07.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been real busy lately. I've got too many sites I want to update, and so little time. Don't know what to do with my time. LOL I'm looking forward to a visit from my friend from california, she's flying out to IN, then driving a uhaul back to cali. She's moving her boyfriend out there. Can't wait to meet him. :) (no and not for approval or anything lol)... Off TangentWhy are women so fascinated</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5449723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5449723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5449723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5449723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/09/been-real-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5434840</id><published>2001-09-02T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:07.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think i'm feeling kinda sad today. Not sure why though. ... songs in my queue:Jewel - You were meant for meKid Rock - Only God knows whyPrince - I would die 4 U / Baby I'm a StarU2 - One (Live in Modena Italy)The Verve - Bittersweet SymphonyVan Morrison - Dreams to Remember</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5434840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5434840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5434840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5434840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/09/i-think-im-feeling-kinda-sad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5429402</id><published>2001-09-01T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:07.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I re-opened my radio station yesterday. One of these days I'll get around to actually broadcasting most of it live. Right now, I've got it on 80's music. If you've got winamp (or something else that will play a shoutcast stations), you can tune in at: http://tesla.validus.com:8000. Gotta love it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5429402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5429402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5429402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5429402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/09/well-i-re-opened-my-radio-station.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5405414</id><published>2001-08-31T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:07.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Definitely a Metallica day. I love Metallica. Yeah, I'm thinking it's definitely a Metallica day. :)Songs in my queue:Metallica - The Unforgiven IIMetallica - OneMetallica - The UnforgivenMetallica - Nothing Else Matters</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5405414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5405414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5405414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5405414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/08/definitely-metallica-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5398113</id><published>2001-08-30T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:07.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever just had those days when you were just sad? But it was a good kind of sad, not the bad kind of sad? You know what I mean. I'm feeling that today. It's almost the kind of rainy day melancholic feel. You're sad, but not really sad. Does that make sense? And why am I sad? Hmm not sure. I guess I just miss being in love. I really do. I know it's really weird, but hey, I'm already a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5398113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5398113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5398113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5398113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/08/have-you-ever-just-had-those-days-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5393508</id><published>2001-08-30T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:07.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much for returning to it later that day. But I'll go ahead and elaborate now.What is love? Is love the feeling of nausea, where you're on the verge of throwing up (or just plain throwing up) when the girl (or guy) of your dream walks by? (eg. South Park. :) Or is it that pain you feel deep inside your chest, where you have to catch your breath because that one person just looked in your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5393508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5393508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5393508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5393508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/08/so-much-for-returning-to-it-later-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5342646</id><published>2001-08-28T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:07.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was told yesterday that the word love is used too loosely. What is love? ... Hmm. I think I could go on for hours on this subject. I'll have to return to this one later today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5342646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5342646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5342646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5342646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/08/i-was-told-yesterday-that-word-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5340837</id><published>2001-08-28T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:08.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well well well. I'll be damned. I was just looking at my keyword searches for my site... and I see "does existence precede essence". It's good to know that I'm not the only freak out there who's searching for that answer. I really hope they found out what they needed to know. :)So what have I been doing lately? Aside from looking for a friend, nothing much. I feel real horrible about not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5340837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5340837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5340837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5340837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/08/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5242342</id><published>2001-08-22T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:08.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok. I changed my mind. I don't want to hear REM right now. I'm instead listening to Enigma - MCMXC AD. How quaint.Oh wait. I just stuck in Enigma - The Child in Us in between the songs of MCMXC AD. I love this song. It relaxes my soul.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5242342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5242342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5242342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5242342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5242221</id><published>2001-08-22T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:08.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate where my life is right now. I want to live in a movie. I want to know that my life is not real.I'm listening to REM - Green. One of the first concerts I remember going to. I think. Regardless, I love this album. It's all about me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5242221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5242221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5242221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5242221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/08/i-hate-where-my-life-is-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5177065</id><published>2001-08-19T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:08.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's simply way too nice to be indoors. Must go out. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5177065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5177065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5177065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5177065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/08/its-simply-way-too-nice-to-be-indoors.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5143851</id><published>2001-08-17T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T02:59:41.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...I walked the streets, searching. What I was searching for, I don't know. Perhaps tonight I will feed upon poor soul who happened to walk by. Regardless, I kept walking. I didn't want to feed upon the helpless humans, unaware of their surroundings, unaware of us. Kindred are all around them, at the hospital, in the clubs, even in the police stations.Through the night I wandered around. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5143851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3047869&amp;postID=5143851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5143851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5143851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/2001/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5112694</id><published>2001-08-15T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-15T17:52:14.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Again I was looking through the keywords people use to search for stuff and found my page. "Why people lie". I hope you found what you were looking for. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5112694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5112694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5112694'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5092860</id><published>2001-08-14T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-14T18:29:38.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...The night closed in as the sun sank down into the depths of the horizon. I awoke then, watching the line of light disappear, replaced by the moonlit sky. I knew that tonight I would feel the hunger. The beast inside my soul yearned to break out. For nearly a month I have gone without feeding, without the sustenance of life. I can feel the sinewy hands of the beast reaching out, wanting to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5092860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5092860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5092860'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5089838</id><published>2001-08-14T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-14T15:27:03.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just looking at what people were searching for when they found my page. "Northern Exposure cigarettes". At first, didn't think anything of it, but then thought, "what the hell does cigarettes have to do with Northern Exposure?" Can anyone enlighten me on this? Is this a brand of cigarettes? Just thought that kinda intriguing.Off Tangent... I hate liars, cheats, drug-addicts, and users. I hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5089838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5089838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5089838'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5071811</id><published>2001-08-13T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-13T17:50:17.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somehow in this crazy world, life is really just like a movie. Of course, one would also say that movies are based upon real life, which could be true, but nah. :)Most people think that things always happen to other people. You know, things like unsolved mysteries. Somehow the reality of those situations never really hit you until it does happen to you. I mean total unsolved mysteries. Sure, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5071811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5071811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5071811'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-5049460</id><published>2001-08-12T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-12T14:29:40.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watched Singles yesterday. Love that movie. I saw it at Best Buy on DVD for real cheap, had to get it. So many scenes I forgot about. The blue shirt, the dating video ("Debbie Country" LOL!!), and many more. :) God I love that movie. Had to make the pic of the moment the Robert Doisneau picture of Kiss by the Hotel de Ville. Anyone who's been over to my place has seen the poster I have of it I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5049460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5049460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/5049460'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4996847</id><published>2001-08-09T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-09T09:57:58.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a Madonna day. Definitely Madonna. Definitely.Happy days!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4996847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4996847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4996847'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4986978</id><published>2001-08-08T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-08T20:27:10.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off Tangent...What makes sense in this world? Is there anything that makes sense? Why must people lie? Do lies comfort them? Are they easier to to believe than the truth? Why can't people just be honest with each other. Lay the cards down on the table and say, "here's what i've got, take it or leave it." Why must people think that there are no nice people in the world? Why do people have a hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4986978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4986978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4986978'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4943744</id><published>2001-08-06T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-06T16:43:02.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never give up! Never Surrender!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4943744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4943744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4943744'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4929485</id><published>2001-08-05T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-05T22:42:59.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, some people just don't want to be found. At least that's what I think. But then, sometimes, people just end up missing. And you never find them again until years later. And wish you had found them long before anything ever happened. Hard times. Definitely some hard times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4929485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4929485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4929485'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4912191</id><published>2001-08-04T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-04T19:52:53.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People really test me, I know it. Ugh... This sucks!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4912191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4912191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4912191'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4844990</id><published>2001-07-31T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-31T22:46:14.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd just like to quote a song for right now:"You took me in, and you drove me out, you had me hypnotized.Lost and found and turned around by the fire in your eyes.I've seen your face a thousand times everyday we've been apart.I don't care about the sunshine, yeah.Cuz mama... mama I'm coming home..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4844990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4844990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4844990'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4804741</id><published>2001-07-29T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-29T21:46:34.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why are there so many love songs? Is everyone so happy? It must be nice to be in love with someone and spend all that time with them. Wish I could love like that again. I think I'm just tired of being alone. Lonely? Depressed? Perhaps. But I'm just tired. I mean really. Tired. It really sucks when I've done something or accomplished something or even saw something cool and I've got no one to turn</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4804741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4804741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4804741'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4803906</id><published>2001-07-29T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-29T20:52:53.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why bother anymore? Man, I'm tired.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4803906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4803906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4803906'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4791088</id><published>2001-07-29T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-29T01:31:24.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a thought.. wouldn't it just be cool if you could go to the Body Shop and just get a new body? "Yes I'd like to have the Arnold Swarzeneggar body today, thanks." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4791088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4791088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4791088'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4790767</id><published>2001-07-29T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-29T01:07:26.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Met Rachel, Vince's friend today. She was pretty damn cool. We all went to go see Planet of the Apes. Great movie. A bit disconcerting, and like Dana was saying, I was a bit freaked out about it, but it was still pretty good. Later, we went to Shogun's for dinner. Great food there. It's a Japanese restaraunt, teppankyaki, where they cook right in front of you and give you a show. Great food! :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4790767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4790767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4790767'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4754611</id><published>2001-07-26T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-26T23:48:51.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off Tangent...I'm tired. Just tired. Tired of all the hustle and bustle, of all the running around. I'm just ready to sit down, relax and enjoy the time I have. No need to go out and make millions of dollars, or be successful. I'm just tired of all that. I just want to be happy. Amazing how such a simple thing can be so complicated to achieve. Isn't it?You ever have those days where it just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4754611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4754611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4754611'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4754074</id><published>2001-07-26T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-26T23:16:50.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got done watching The Family Man. Great movie. Although I love just about any Nicholas Cage movie, this one was great! Just loved how he was put into the situation and how he handled it. Classic Nicholas Cage. :) It was one of those It's a wonderful life movies, and even had the bell. I don't think it did too well in the box office though. Shame because it was a great movie. Just makes me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4754074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4754074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4754074'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4712553</id><published>2001-07-24T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-24T19:22:03.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally!!! I got my car. :) Chevy Cavalier Z24 Coupe fully loaded, with all the works. And the most important things? It's got AC (thank God), and it's an automatic! I am soooo tired of using the clutch. I'm so glad that I do not have to push down on that thing everytime I have to start the car, slow down, start up, etc etc etc. Having a manual is just a pain in the ass in traffic. :) Also, it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4712553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4712553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4712553'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4652810</id><published>2001-07-21T03:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-21T03:49:18.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off tangent...Just got done watching one of my favourite movies, Sleepless in Seattle. There are times when I feel like I'm "Sleepless in St. Louis". :) Of course, I'm just hit with insomnia once in a while. (obviously if I'm writing this at this time of the night.) As I was watching the movie, I thought to myself if that could possibly be true. I mean really. Could it happen? The moment you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4652810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4652810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4652810'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4558190</id><published>2001-07-15T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-15T23:52:56.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talk about nothing going on right now. lol. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4558190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4558190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4558190'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4495650</id><published>2001-07-11T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-11T22:43:54.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. Been a while. Been busy. Ugh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4495650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4495650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4495650'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4439281</id><published>2001-07-08T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-08T16:06:19.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bugger!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4439281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4439281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4439281'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4430584</id><published>2001-07-07T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-07T22:50:24.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm listening to Drive by Incubus. This song is still my favourite song of the moment. I'm not exactly sure why. I'm sure someday I'll figure it out. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4430584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4430584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4430584'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4430092</id><published>2001-07-07T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-07T22:02:38.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm playing way too much Diablo 2 Expansion. I am such a nerd.My mom's birthday is next week. Man, I can't believe it's her birthday already. Time is flying way too fast. Right now she's in Japan, visiting friends and having a good time. I told her to make sure she buys me some "really cool japanese stuff". She knows what kind of stuff I like, so I can trust her. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4430092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4430092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4430092'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4416558</id><published>2001-07-06T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T20:16:35.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Took a few "psychic" tests online today. Nothing major. In my opinion, it didn't really tell me if I'm psychic or not. That's my opinion at least. How can you test for something like that? Ridiculous I say. Anyways...I was going to write some things down But I've forgotten them already since I have the "too many IM's" disease right now. LOL losing concentration by having too many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4416558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4416558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4416558'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4406917</id><published>2001-07-06T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T08:07:29.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not remembering any of my dreams lately. I know I'm dreaming, I just can't remember them. They're like blurs in my memory. Why is it that we don't remember our dreams? Is it to protect ourselves? Is it a self-defense mechanism? Since I've been a small boy, I've always had dreams that come true. I mean literally, down to the last detail of remembering what people were wearing, what people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4406917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4406917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4406917'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4403394</id><published>2001-07-06T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T00:26:26.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. I just read my last entry. I really need to sleep. I need to dream. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4403394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4403394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4403394'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4403376</id><published>2001-07-06T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T00:24:40.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember that song that Lita Ford and Ozzy Osbourne did together? Close My Eyes Forever? Man that was such a great song. Don't ask me why I really like it. I'm not sure really. I guess it's because the song is about heartache and pain. I mean, really it is. Listen to it. It's pretty apparent. I guess really it's about two people who used to be together and broke up. And want to still be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4403376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4403376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4403376'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4399059</id><published>2001-07-05T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-05T19:16:08.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talk about the most uneventful day of my life. Nothing happened today. I think I managed to go through work and not really accomplish anything at all today. Well, no I'm sorry I did accomplish a few things at work. But I can't really count what I did at work today as accomplishment. It doesn't really gain me all that much in my life. It's not like what I did is going to get me a raise or anything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4399059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4399059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4399059'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4391852</id><published>2001-07-05T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-05T11:05:36.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny thing...a name I haven't thought about it in a long (and I mean LONG) time just popped into my head today. Kristin Hallet. Wow. Wonder what she's up to right now. Probably somewhere on the North Shore... That would be cool. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4391852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4391852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4391852'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4385821</id><published>2001-07-04T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-04T23:55:50.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Police Officer: So are you guys shooting off the big fireworks?Vince: No, all we've got are bottle rockets, fountains and sky rockets.All this happened right after we got done cleaning up and throwing away all those mortars. :) Man, nothing quite like shooting off fireworks. The "noteworthy" firework tonight was the one that one of my friends Tim shot off. Boy was that fun. Not only did it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4385821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4385821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4385821'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4379668</id><published>2001-07-04T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-04T14:48:03.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man I am such a nerd. I think I've collectively spent in the past 3 days, about 10 hours playing the Diablo 2 Expansion Pack. :)Last night, my ISDN line went down. Which was good in a way. 1) It got me offline and preventing me from playing any games. :) 2) I didn't have to worry about work for a while. hehe. 3) Made me watch the Dogma: Special Edition DVD I just bought. Which was great. I just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4379668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4379668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4379668'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4367962</id><published>2001-07-03T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-03T19:50:57.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Amish Cinnamon Bread Project begins.Actually, this is day 2. I have squeezed the baggy several times. I'm hoping that it doesn't ferment too much. I like this: "Let the air out of the bag as it expands. It is normal for the batter to thicken, bubble and ferment." Somehow it doesn't sound quite right that it should "bubble". Still not so sure about the bubbling thing. ;p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4367962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4367962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4367962'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4366301</id><published>2001-07-03T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-03T17:54:06.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm feeling a bit melancholy today. But I'm still in a good mood. Is that a contradiction? Not sure.I got a recipe for some bread, Amish Cinnamon Bread. One of my friends gave me the starter for it. I'm supposed to over a course of 10 days, squeeze the bag several times and basically just let it ferment on the countertop. It sounds rather interesting enough. At the end of 10 days, I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4366301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4366301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4366301'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4366068</id><published>2001-07-03T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-03T17:38:12.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off tangent...Please don't. Don't play games with me. Don't tell me one thing and do another. It's really not fair. It's really not nice. Please don't go. Please don't leave me wondering what happened, with questions unanswered and words unsaid. Please don't go. Why must we play these games? Why can it not be so simple? If you left now I would never know your thoughts, your feelings, your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4366068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4366068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4366068'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4355198</id><published>2001-07-03T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-03T02:00:52.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off tangent...You say you don't want to be an "afterthought". Neither do I. I wonder sometimes why I'm even around. Someone to talk to perhaps? Someone to borrow money from and never pay back? Or perhaps just a little bit of sanity in your life. Perhaps you feel you need to retaliate at me. Perhaps you feel that I need to feel the pain you must feel. You're so wrong. I feel pain each day, each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4355198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4355198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4355198'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4337735</id><published>2001-07-02T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-02T01:16:17.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still in a good mood. :) Can't believe it. I guess I should go to sleep or something. hehe. I feel like I'm going to dream tonight...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4337735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4337735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4337735'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4333979</id><published>2001-07-01T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-01T20:15:05.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, looks like I've got the beginnings of my first "album". I've got 2 songs down, Slide into madness and Velocity. I think so far they work pretty well together. The Slide into madness is much like an "intro" song for the album, and is definitely a favourite of mine. :) Velocity is a techno song. Love it. :) Not sure what I'm going to put next. Possibly have a segue into another type of song. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4333979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4333979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4333979'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4327667</id><published>2001-07-01T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-01T09:47:51.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in a good mood today. Just some people make me mad you know? But that's all cool. :) I have absolutely no plans for today. I think I might just end up cleaning the apartment. God knows it needs it. Of course, I have no idea what else I'm going to do today. I think I'm bored already. hehe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4327667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4327667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4327667'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4316001</id><published>2001-06-30T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-30T10:27:10.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I hate it when people call and when you answer, they hang up. What's up with that. If it's a wrong number then AT LEAST say, "oops, wrong number." That's what I do. Ugh. People piss me off sometimes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4316001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4316001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4316001'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4313697</id><published>2001-06-30T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-30T03:27:06.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been talking to one of my friends about vampires and the movies. We've determined that there are different kinds of genre of vampire movies. Just as in the Worlds of Darkness there are different clans of vampires, there are also different types of movies (and shows). I think hands down (as does my friend) that Interview with a Vampire is perhaps the best vampire movie. But again, this is because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4313697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4313697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4313697'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4313254</id><published>2001-06-30T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-30T02:24:02.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wonder what happened to that show Forever Knight. Bad enough they cancelled Kindred: The Embraced but they just about took every vampire series off the air except Buffy and Angel. (which are both decent shows, I just haven't followed them lately). I really think it's about time they decided to get a vampire series back. I truly wish they'd bring back Kindred. Now that was excellent. Just about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4313254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4313254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4313254'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4310550</id><published>2001-06-29T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-29T22:09:14.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh* I'm working on 4.0 of the site. Actually I'm just about kinda tired of designing this site. Perhaps I'll just leave it as is. Don't know. Actually I'd like to change the poetry section. I'm all kinds of ready to make some new poetry. :) I'm just a bit tired of having stuff that pertain to Dana up there. LOL Some of the best poetry I've written granted. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4310550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4310550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4310550'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4310175</id><published>2001-06-29T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-29T21:33:11.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhh...nothing feels as good a good old shower. :) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4310175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4310175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4310175'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4309340</id><published>2001-06-29T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-29T20:20:44.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, went to get the Diablo 2 expansion. Or rather tried to. :) But they didn't have it. Oh well! So instead I got Gone in 60 seconds on DVD. I'm sure I'll like the movie, everyone said it was pretty damn good. Plus it's got Angelina Jolie in it. :) Gotta love it. Still in a great mood!!! I'm loving this! I have no idea why I am, but I'm loving it. Gotta clean house today. whew, hate doing that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4309340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4309340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4309340'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4299709</id><published>2001-06-29T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-29T07:56:16.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired. But amazingly enough still feeling good. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4299709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4299709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4299709'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4294228</id><published>2001-06-28T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-28T21:56:04.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm weird. My mood didn't change at all today. I've been in a great mood all day all night. Can't believe it. :) Something must be wrong. Hehehe. Actually was able to get a lot done at work even. Quite amazing if you ask me. :)Hmm. I'm drawing a blank on what to write. Guess I've got nothing else to say. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4294228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4294228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4294228'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4282115</id><published>2001-06-28T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-28T06:38:29.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am SOOOO in a good mood today. Probably change when I get to work. hehe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4282115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4282115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4282115'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4278144</id><published>2001-06-27T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-27T23:14:28.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn, just got back from "The Fast and the Furious". GREAT movie. I thought it was awesome. Loved the racing, loved the cars. Man, I can't get enough of that! I'm pretty speechless about it. :) Wow, I don't have much else to say. LOL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4278144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4278144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4278144'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4260037</id><published>2001-06-26T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-26T22:23:29.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever seen that movie "Cruel Intentions"? If not, then stop reading. :) Remember when Sebastian didn't know what to do with himself? He found himself falling in love with this girl, and he never even meant to fall in love. It's quite amazing the things that happen. I thought that movie was so sad. I mean really. I don't want to talk about it very much just in case there are people who actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4260037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4260037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4260037'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4259676</id><published>2001-06-26T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-26T21:56:50.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm listening to Jewel - You were meant for me. Probably shouldn't listen to this song since it reminds me of my ex-gf. But hey, what can I do, I love this song, it's so me.quote: "You probably got it all figured out, Corey. If you start out depressed everything's kind of a pleasant surprise." - Say Anything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4259676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4259676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4259676'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4259592</id><published>2001-06-26T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-26T21:50:40.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Working on Acid again. I finally finished Winter Storm. I think it worked out rather well. Most people will say it's not a "winter storm" but I think the title works. It's just what popped up in my head. Not sure why. I think I might work on an ambient song tonight. We'll see.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4259592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4259592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4259592'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4245051</id><published>2001-06-26T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-26T01:16:01.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been working on some music tonight. I'm loving Acid. It's a great piece of software. I'd recommend it for anyone who wants to make some great music. they make it so easy to do it's amazing. Finally made a song I called "Winter Storm" temporarily. Don't ask me why, it just popped into my head. If anyone is out there and wants to hear it, let me know. I'm still working on some finishing touches and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4245051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4245051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4245051'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4230923</id><published>2001-06-25T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-25T08:23:20.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random thoughtsThinking about version 4.0 of this site. I'm not sure if I want to take the approach of the pop up window or not. Although the idea that I can set the window size is great, I just don't know if I want to limit it. Hmm. who knows. I'm thinking that I definitely want flash. What I might end up doing is making the site entirely flash driven. Now that would truly be a MAJOR change. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4230923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4230923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4230923'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4230761</id><published>2001-06-25T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-25T08:06:49.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so easily distracted. Originally I came here to make an entry in my journal, then I went to vote for blogger on the webby awards, then I went to a couple of other sites on their list. Meanwhile, half an hour later, I'm making a journal entry, and I have no idea what I was going to write. Must work on that. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4230761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4230761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4230761'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4226012</id><published>2001-06-24T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-24T22:45:22.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm. Ok, so today I've done just about nothing. Having no vehicle really sucks. I'm feeling like I've got cabin fever here.Anyways, scanned a bunch of images today, or rather did last night and finally put them up on the site. I'm looking at my photo gallery page, and I'm seriously thinking that I need to come up with a script to put them on multiple pages. Maybe I shouldn't have made so many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4226012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4226012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4226012'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4216324</id><published>2001-06-24T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-24T05:00:23.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok so about 4am today, some guy is banging on people's doors, honking his horn. Um, what's up with that? I don't know about anyone else, but I never open the door unless I know who it is. Especially at this time of night. Maybe it's because I've lived in too many bad neighborhoods. Who knows. All I know is the bastard woke me up and I almost called the cops. Should have too. But apparently he was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4216324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4216324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4216324'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4211907</id><published>2001-06-23T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-23T19:53:35.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Played a little bit of guitar with my friend Matt last night. I told my other friend Matt (I know waaaay too many Matts) that the three of us should get together and have a 3 man acoustical jam. Now that would be something. :) Anyways, taught a little bit of Wish you were here to Matt as well as some old 80's ballads. It didn't help that he didn't know any of the songs I listen to. He's into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4211907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4211907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4211907'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4196637</id><published>2001-06-22T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-22T15:43:24.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picked up my guitar again. Been a long time. I've gotta get reacquainted with it again. I'm sure it's missed me. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4196637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4196637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4196637'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4186174</id><published>2001-06-22T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-22T00:21:38.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want the kind of love that Jack and Rose had in Titanic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4186174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4186174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4186174'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4181660</id><published>2001-06-21T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T18:50:00.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm. Chinese food sounds really good right now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4181660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4181660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4181660'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4181600</id><published>2001-06-21T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T18:46:07.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy crap, was I up late last night or what.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4181600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4181600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4181600'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4170224</id><published>2001-06-21T03:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T03:33:39.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so in the mood for Say Anything right now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4170224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4170224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4170224'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4169333</id><published>2001-06-21T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T01:44:24.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt lost? I have. Almost as if I have no idea where I am, what I'm doing, and why I'm doing it. Lately I've been feeling that way. Maybe that's why I got my tongue pierced. It's as if that is the only constant in the universe right now. I know I've wanted to do it, so I did it. Lately I've been thinking that that's about all I've really accomplished. I mean yes, I've done a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4169333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4169333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4169333'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4135873</id><published>2001-06-19T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-19T01:01:59.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired now. Going to bed. To sleep...perchance to dream...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4135873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4135873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4135873'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4118369</id><published>2001-06-18T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-18T00:11:29.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I've decided that I need to re-open my magazine again. orbitalrevolution will be back up soon! I'm thinking about putting it up so that submissions are automated. With an admin function like PHPNuke. Too bad Nuke isn't stable enough for me to use it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4118369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4118369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4118369'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4117950</id><published>2001-06-17T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-17T23:42:37.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got done playing a round of counter-strike (half life). It's good to know that even after a couple weeks I can still play decently. Scored 24-7, which I'm sure pissed off my buddy Smokesho. :) Happy days!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4117950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4117950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4117950'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4116312</id><published>2001-06-17T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-17T21:42:04.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so lazy today. I think I've accomplished nothing at all. I must now do something. I just don't know what.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4116312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4116312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4116312'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4097575</id><published>2001-06-16T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-16T10:49:05.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have begun The Sock Project. Let's see how many people buy me some socks. hehe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4097575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4097575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4097575'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4097192</id><published>2001-06-16T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-16T10:04:06.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post Piercing Day 7Woke up this morning, and my tongue was hurting. I think I must be doing some serious tongue exercises while I sleep! LOL But it's not swollen or anything. Good thing. Talking to my friend in Malaysia this morning too. She always puts me in a good mood. We've been chatting online for nearly 5 years!! That's a long ass time. ;) Finishing up a few touch ups on my site now. Glad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4097192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4097192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4097192'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4091000</id><published>2001-06-15T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-15T20:14:49.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post Piercing Day 6Well, my tongue is in great working order! ;) The swelling is gone down, the soreness is just about gone. The roof of my mouth hurts though from butting my tongue up against it. There's a dent there. hehe. Other than that, A-Ok! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4091000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4091000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4091000'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4090227</id><published>2001-06-15T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-15T18:58:25.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate my life right now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4090227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4090227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4090227'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4078890</id><published>2001-06-15T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-15T00:59:38.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my pictures back. I must be the shittiest photographer in the world. Either that or my camera is fucked up. My digital comes out great. It just goes to show you should never buy cheap lenses. My shots with the 50mm came out great. But the 2nd rate brand lenses had some really funky shots. Totally not what I was wanting. Oh well. Can't do anything about that right? Buy new lenses I guess. Or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4078890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4078890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4078890'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4078615</id><published>2001-06-15T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-15T00:36:06.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joseph is such an adorbable baby. I *almost* want a baby. : ) Well, since I've gotta grow older yet, I'll not worry about that. For now, I'll be "uncle Yoshi who has his tongue pierced." LOL Today, Shannon said to Joey, "You are never ever going to get anything like that. I will disown you." LOL good thing he didn't understand it. Of course, as Shannon was saying, you know that when Joey is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4078615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4078615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4078615'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047869.post-4062023</id><published>2001-06-14T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-14T00:39:57.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting conversation with Swan today. She told me I'm "high emotional maintenance". Although I have to agree, I don't think I'm just emotionally high maintenance. I'll take money any day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychodaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4062023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4062023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047869/posts/default/4062023'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
