<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 08:10:11 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Got anymore stuff you wanna throw at me??!!!</title><description></description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-3449076480367414507</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-31T00:10:11.680-08:00</atom:updated><title>Season's Greetings All</title><description>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374600894391644621-3449076480367414507?l=recursive0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/2009/12/seasons-greetings-all_1208.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-1472302835363497654</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T21:54:26.089-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;forfeit, moxie, inevitable, victory, constancy, enmity, contention, perplex, rejuvenate, rebuild, euphoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374600894391644621-1472302835363497654?l=recursive0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/2009/10/ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-1655107239137378161</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T08:47:23.304-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Live with reckless abandon and kiss like there's no tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374600894391644621-1655107239137378161?l=recursive0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/2009/10/live-with-reckless-abandon-and-kiss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-5860567031791639979</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T19:49:35.591-07:00</atom:updated><title>Easy Cheesecake Recipe</title><description>1/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;8 oz cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;8 oz sour cream&lt;br /&gt;8 oz cool whip – thawed&lt;br /&gt;Premade pie crust&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix softened cream cheese and sugar. Add sour cream and vanilla. Fold in cool whip. Pour into pie crust. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate for 4 hours or overnight. Add fruit and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe calls for strawberries but any fresh berries would work. I think the best is a mix of strawberries, blackberries, and raspberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this Sunday night. Yummy. I'm not a 'real' cheesecake fan but this type of 'cheesecake' is killer. I can eat it all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374600894391644621-5860567031791639979?l=recursive0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/2009/10/easy-cheesecake-recipe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-2334012374115060134</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 08:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T02:20:34.370-07:00</atom:updated><title>One Emotion at a Time</title><description>There's always that one guy that will do just about anything for you. You love spending time with him, talking and sharing stories, having lunch together but that's probably just about it. Even though you know, he would be the ideal mate, you choose not to have a relationship with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the guy that won't appreciate you as much as you may want him to and never shares his thoughts and feelings yet he's the guy you want to be intimate with and have a relationship with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone once told me that the power in all relationships lies with whoever cares less, and he was right. But power isn't happiness, and I think that maybe happiness comes from caring more about people rather than less... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cares less and yet he holds so much power. This holds so true in relationships. I know because that's been done to me and I've done the same to others. Why? He's truly not happy... Neither am I. That's why we do what we do yet it gives us the upper hand in the relationship, beit the premature point of the relationship or after the starting line. We're not happy and we hurt people by playing with their emotions. It seems this is going slightly off on another tangent involving myself with playing the same game but since this isn't about how I've done others wrong (I apologize to them), I'll reel it back in - I hate that he has this power over me but as the song says "Damned if I do you. Damned if I don't." I find myself going back for more. I can't find the strength to pull away ...for good. As I try to sort through my emotions and find the cause for each, I realized one thing: I want to be in love, to love and to be loved back. And the hardest thing is already knowing that I won't find that with him yet I keep trying to reach for it. I think that is why I'm finding myself lost at times, emotional and detached. I want to break away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374600894391644621-2334012374115060134?l=recursive0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-emotion-at-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-5113533891148905951</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T06:30:28.145-07:00</atom:updated><title>Long weekend</title><description>It's only Sunday? Yesterday was a long day. Not a bad day; just a long day. I had my brothers and sisters come over for steak dinner. Made some yummy bacon mashed potatoes. Off the topic but I can't wait to make this fluffy berry cheesecake. Oh man...when I tried it, it melted in my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be an even longer day. Taking the kids out for some all day fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I would like to take myself out for some fun even if it will be uni-fun. Take a nice drive to the coast. sighs. How relaxing it would be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374600894391644621-5113533891148905951?l=recursive0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-7468277584864310</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T18:00:38.691-07:00</atom:updated><title>I'm in LOVE</title><description>I'm in love!!! His name is Long Island. :)&lt;br /&gt;He is potent and makes me want to take off my clothes. Well, not the clothes part but it sounded good immediately after "potent". LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, that drink is fucking strong for o' little lightweight me. Last night I was clubbing; dancing in no time thereafter. Had one before dinner. Wheew... glad I didn't order another...yet. Then stopped at the club and had me another and a shot of goose. That keep me conscious but not too drunk. I definitely couldn't walk straight for the life of me though. Apparently, I slept the whole way home... one hour ride. Lucky me, no one had a pen/marker on them. I can't believe they were even looking for one. Savages! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had that much fun in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374600894391644621-7468277584864310?l=recursive0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-4239357461755979118</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T21:11:15.402-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hanging With Grey Goose</title><description>I just bought some Grey Goose (first time ever). And right now, I'm a little light headed, buzzed or whatever you may call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now yesterday, I had Grey Goose with three slices of whole grain bread... Oh, I was so happy and content! Nice snack. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374600894391644621-4239357461755979118?l=recursive0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/2009/08/hanging-with-grey-goose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-8144752015531337811</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 05:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T22:39:09.535-07:00</atom:updated><title>I've come to realize...</title><description>1. I've come to realize that I am a sinner; a constant sinner.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've come to realize that I love and hate him.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've come to realize that this year is my year of change, positive change.&lt;br /&gt;4. I've come to realize that I am a wounded soul. &lt;br /&gt;5. I've come to realize that I procrasinate horribly and should improve on it.&lt;br /&gt;6. I've come to realize that everyone else has dark secrets like me.&lt;br /&gt;7. I've come to realize that my little boobs are perfect for me and a boob job sucks.&lt;br /&gt;8. I've come to realize that I CAN get those great looking abs if I work on it hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;9. I've come to realize that maybe I do want to be romanticized every so often (not too much of it) and saying that I hate it is lying to myself. &lt;br /&gt;10. I've come to realize that I want more for myself and I deserve more.&lt;br /&gt;11. I've come to realize that I do look good in skinny jeans. lol&lt;br /&gt;12. I've come to realize that it's ok being short as long as I look good and feel good.&lt;br /&gt;13. I've come to realize that some people hate me at work because I'm young and I'm their bitch boss and it's perfectly ok. &lt;br /&gt;14. I've come to realize that some people like me and envy me or just think I'm doped in my own ways.&lt;br /&gt;15. I've come to realize that that I ain't got any dance moves but I've made it a goal to learn how to dance sexy on the dance floor by the end of this year. &lt;br /&gt;16. I've come to realize that it's ok when my friends laugh at my dance moves I try to bust because they are my friends and it's better that they laugh than talk shit behind my back. By doing so, they inspire me to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;17. I've come to realize that I am in love with my iphone and no one can come between me and my iphone.&lt;br /&gt;18. I've come to realize that I jock my tats and I'm done with tats... at least for the year. &lt;br /&gt;19. I've come to realize that I like this list and love reading Peter's list. &lt;br /&gt;20. I've come to realize that I love exercising and being healthy.&lt;br /&gt;21. I've come to realize that I used to have a eating problem... I would eat everything and anything I loved because I never gained a pound. &lt;br /&gt;22. I've come to realize that I can sweat the little stuff... life is bigger than the little problems we have day to day.&lt;br /&gt;23. I've come to realize that I only have a few best friends that I can count on one hand.&lt;br /&gt;24. I've come to realize that family is precious and I'm glad I come from a big family.&lt;br /&gt;25. I've come to realize that no matter how pretty that dress is, I should never buy it because I'll never wear it.&lt;br /&gt;26. I've come to realize that I'm passionate about food. Fuck. &lt;br /&gt;27. I've come to realize that I enjoy running and need more of it when the weather gets cooler.&lt;br /&gt;28. I've come to realize that still need to learn how to play guitar so I can play Metallica's Nothing else matters or the unforgiven.&lt;br /&gt;29. I've come to realize that it comforts me when I see someone online.&lt;br /&gt;30. I've come to realize that karma could come and get me for all I've done. &lt;br /&gt;31. I've come to realize that I get turned on by techie talk. lol&lt;br /&gt;32. I've come to realize that I need to smoke some weed... at least once in my life. &lt;br /&gt;33. I've come to realize that I need to get wasted too. &lt;br /&gt;34. I've come to realize that I've molded myself to someone everyone wants me to be and I need to be who I am supposed to be. &lt;br /&gt;35. I've come to realize that my passion is right in front of me everyday smiling at me with unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;36. I've come to realize that I will lose myself if I continue on this path; I will gain myself if I change my path. &lt;br /&gt;37. I've come to realize that I want what I don't have and fear that if I get what I want, I may not want it after a while. &lt;br /&gt;38. I've come to realize that I cuss way too much and too freely.&lt;br /&gt;39. I've come to realize that I love hip hop music now whereas before I used to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;40. I've come to realize that I should play the lotto if I keep waiting on the win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374600894391644621-8144752015531337811?l=recursive0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-come-to-realize.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-1403801993505132802</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T11:36:31.391-07:00</atom:updated><title>Quiet</title><description>So much commotion in the last few days that my mind hurts. I want to just drive off into the sunset and go somewhere quiet where I can plant myself back into mother nature's grace. Peace of mind to think without all the distractions is all I need; perhaps a few hours of loud music to force all the commotion would be nice too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about getting drunk today but horoscope said not to. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374600894391644621-1403801993505132802?l=recursive0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-8833913685110106861</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T06:02:09.818-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I've been trying to learn how to dance. And it's not even anything fancy... just the regular dance floor moves. Can you believe that I have no rhythm? Fuck, I am so pathetic, the bouncers would drag me out! Have no fear. I've got friends that will show me how to bust a move AND I'm going to youtube dance videos. :) You won't be able to control me once I'm on game... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I master this, it's on to tango and salsa dancing. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRReeepa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374600894391644621-8833913685110106861?l=recursive0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://recursive0.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-trying-to-learn-how-to-dance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (acedia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374600894391644621.post-7834579134014356605</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-17T18:01:48.258-07:00</atom:updated><title>Clean House</title><description>I finally cleaned my email of 5 years. There were so many memories I wanted to keep but it was time. At first it was really hard to select it and de... de.. delete. But.... I did it. 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