<?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-30652782</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 17:41:58 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>trippedbyit</title><description></description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-4750572760967670914</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 01:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-24T17:17:06.659-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>darkness</category><title></title><description>Sometimes, the day is dark. Sometimes, I am dark.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks. It's never easy. It typically feels like it will last forever, but i know that's not true.&lt;br /&gt;Today has been one of those days. &lt;br /&gt;Hope it doesn't last too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-4750572760967670914?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-day-is-dark.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</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-30652782.post-912797893132310148</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T20:03:25.836-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>wondering</category><title></title><description>How long will I go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-912797893132310148?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-long-will-i-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-1095308386249040483</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 01:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-22T17:43:55.070-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>venicetheseries</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>crystal chappell</category><title>More Pics from upcoming VenicetheSeries</title><description>&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/nja7x" title="Writers dream @jessicaleccia @ realnadiab on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/nja7x.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Writers dream @jessicaleccia @ realnadiab on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/nj76x" title="Guys in the house on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/nj76x.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Guys in the house on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/nfw7m" title="@Jessicaleccia just wrapped for the day. She kiilled it.  Lov... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/nfw7m.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="@Jessicaleccia just wrapped for the day. She kiilled it.  Lov... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/mfvsk" title="um..wow...now you know how much we love you. end of meeting. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/mfvsk.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="um..wow...now you know how much we love you. end of meeting. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/mfos1" title="the before pic...i love my life... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/mfos1.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="the before pic...i love my life... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/m3ng8" title="Show ended late and we all have 5am wake up times but one las... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/m3ng8.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Show ended late and we all have 5am wake up times but one las... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/josyq" title="I love our meetings. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/josyq.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="I love our meetings. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/is8ku" title="Here's what's happening here. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/is8ku.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Here's what's happening here. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/hj50a" title="Happy Saturday. Music of choice on shirts beatles &amp;amp; run dmc on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/hj50a.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Happy Saturday. Music of choice on shirts beatles &amp;amp; run dmc on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/gj2g5" title="Another Friday night. Cheers. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/gj2g5.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Another Friday night. Cheers. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/fuxy0" title="We love team OWN IT.  Jess took the pic on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/fuxy0.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="We love team OWN IT.  Jess took the pic on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-1095308386249040483?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/11/writers-dream-jessicaleccia-realnadiab.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-4180790715780375004</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T15:17:12.979-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>venicetheseries</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>crystal chappell</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>jessicaleccia</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>galen gering</category><title>Pics from the upcoming VenicetheSeries</title><description>&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/n9vlb" title="Gina and Ani. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/n9vlb.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Gina and Ani. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/ne75u" title="Wheeee on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/ne75u.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Wheeee on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/nirq5" title="Gina and Owen on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/nirq5.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Gina and Owen on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/nb39f" title="On set crystal directing. Yahoo. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/nb39f.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="On set crystal directing. Yahoo. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-4180790715780375004?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/10/ummm3-way-anyone-omg-tweetphoto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-4192565607299708587</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 21:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T14:40:49.907-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>treasure</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>happiness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pleasure</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>quotes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>st augustine</category><title></title><description>Where your pleasure is, there is your treasure where your treasure, there your heart where your heart, there your happiness. &lt;br /&gt;-Saint Augustine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-4192565607299708587?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-your-pleasure-is-there-is-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-345692005497651634</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T17:38:06.545-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lover</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>love</category><title></title><description>Life is my lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-345692005497651634?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-my-lover.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-766264864263146046</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T18:32:16.908-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rumi</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poetry</category><title></title><description>because of your love&lt;br /&gt;i have lost my sobriety.&lt;br /&gt;i am intoxicated &lt;br /&gt;by the madness of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rumi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-766264864263146046?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-of-your-love-i-have-lost-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</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-30652782.post-8926061980743024705</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T17:51:23.643-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>e.e. cummings</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poetry</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poems</category><title>double e</title><description>(i do not know what it is about you that closes&lt;br /&gt;and opens;only something in me understands&lt;br /&gt;the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)&lt;br /&gt;nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.e cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-8926061980743024705?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/09/double-e.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-6518140590104262843</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T16:02:16.041-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>vulnerable</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>open-hearted</category><title></title><description>been feeling very open-hearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, also very vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can one exist without the other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-6518140590104262843?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-feeling-very-open-hearted-but-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</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-30652782.post-1782712247773451548</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-06T18:38:14.430-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>he said: you look at me in a way I haven't quite earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said: well, earn it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-1782712247773451548?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-said-you-look-at-me-in-way-i-havent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-7377813838093410543</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 23:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-01T16:10:41.049-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>expectations</category><title></title><description>What did I possibly expect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when i get tripped up by my own expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-7377813838093410543?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-did-i-possible-expect-i-hate-when.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</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-30652782.post-250088743881320139</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T17:47:19.938-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>want</category><title>get here</title><description>Come over, Come in and Don't say a word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-250088743881320139?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-671213980302173589</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 21:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T14:43:51.493-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rumi</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poetry</category><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last night I saw you in the gathering, but could not take you openly in my arms, so I put my lips next to your cheek, pretending to talk privately&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; - Rumi, The Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-671213980302173589?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-night-i-saw-you-in-gathering-but.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-3522577704230548536</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 01:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-02T18:20:59.407-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>catherine deneuve</category><title>well....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/cjvy0" title="Don't blame me, I'm just the messenger (aka pimp) on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/cjvy0.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Don't blame me, I'm just the messenger (aka pimp) on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-3522577704230548536?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/08/well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-2442997578017539161</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-31T19:15:40.867-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>crystal chappell</category><title>well....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/bvedl" title="Just more of the beautiful Crystal Chappell  on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/bvedl.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Just more of the beautiful Crystal Chappell  on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-2442997578017539161?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/07/well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-2056144027847679969</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 11:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T04:48:55.293-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;you are making your journey to secure yourself. i am already tethered to your side. &lt;br /&gt;bring yourself home to me and i will immerse you in every once of tenderness i possess.&lt;/blockquote&gt; -Nick Bantock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-2056144027847679969?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-making-your-journey-to-secure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-785897449134333436</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-26T14:23:04.684-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>seduction</category><title></title><description>Wondering if it was you who came on to me or me who came onto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we'll ever get that settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, frankly, I don't give a damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-785897449134333436?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/07/wondering-if-it-was-you-who-came-on-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30652782.post-823963444730127514</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-22T16:01:54.760-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>thud</category><title>well....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/aoeeb" title="I.LOVE.THIS.PICTURE on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/aoeeb.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="I.LOVE.THIS.PICTURE on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-823963444730127514?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2009/07/ilovethispicture-on-twitpic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</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-30652782.post-7920205847407912761</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-18T10:21:04.776-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I'd meet you in the jazz room. the one where the lights turn blue after 10. the one where they serve a chipped ice pinkish cosmo. the one where the sax man plays til his lungs burn and the tall, thin, lady in black makes me heart sink. i'd meet you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-7920205847407912761?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2008/05/id-meet-you-in-jazz-room.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</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-30652782.post-2047316876967344405</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-11T18:48:15.735-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>trail run</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hike</category><title>Hike-Inn</title><description>Friday, I took the day off from work and went to the &lt;a href="http://Hike-inn.com/default.asp"&gt;HIKE-INN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; with 2 friends. If you check out the website, you will see that in order to get to the INN, you have to hike 5 miles. I was really looking forward to the whole thing....something totally new &amp; different. And, i was REALLY looking forward to getting out of the city!!!! The trees were getting pretty full and there was just GREEN everywhere. Awesome. The hike was moderate and very calming and peaceful. At the Inn, they prepare dinner and breakfast for you which was delicious. It was great to get some well-balanced meals!! I think the elevation was only about 3000-4000 ft, but the view was still phenomenal. I definitely could have stayed another day/night, but we only had 1 night reservation and the place was booked! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the way back Saturday morning, I had to get a run in, so I decided to run with my backpack ( which was at least 5 lbs.) back to the trailhead and my car. It was challenging, but fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-2047316876967344405?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2008/05/hike-inn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</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-30652782.post-2433107588482058420</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-09T06:11:10.925-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>edf</category><title>let me put on a couple of 45s for ya</title><description>CECILIA - Simon &amp; Garfunkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;making love  in the afternoon with cecilia&lt;br /&gt;up in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;i got up to wash my face&lt;br /&gt;when i come back to bed&lt;br /&gt;someone's takin my place&lt;br /&gt;cecilia, you're breakin' my heart&lt;br /&gt;your shakin' my confidence, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GUY - Mary Wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nothin you could do &lt;br /&gt;to make me untrue to my guy&lt;br /&gt;Nothin you could buy&lt;br /&gt;could make me turn awry from my guy&lt;br /&gt;i gave my guy my word of honor&lt;br /&gt;to be faithful and i'm gonna be&lt;br /&gt;you best be believin' i can't be torn apart from my guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-2433107588482058420?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-me-put-on-couple-of-45s-for-ya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</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-30652782.post-1144510064691251370</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 09:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-07T02:51:37.576-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>haunting</category><title>a blessing and a curse</title><description>i think we all might have something that is both a blessing and a curse. for me, it's my WANTING, my HUNGER. it's flared up again and made itself know and it feel like it is ROARING. it's not a wanting of someone or something but of something entirely different that i cannot even name. but, if you GET this..you know what i am talking about. &lt;br /&gt;i am not a complacent one. i am not a contented one. and i couldn't be happier about this. i want challenge. i want to dig in and figure it out. i want to work and lose myself in the effort of the experience. i want to run 50 miles. i want to run all over the damn country and beyond. i want to be puzzled by that which is TRYING. and to me, these are blessings. &lt;br /&gt;the flip side of this can be such a curse though...because it leads to much frustration and irritation at the rate at which these things happen...frustration &amp; irritation from sometimes having to depend on someone else in order for me to move forward. and simple frustration because i get stuck and can't figure out WHY i am stuck. &lt;br /&gt;i am not talking about happiness. to me, happiness is a fleeing kind of emotion. and when it comes, it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking about something entirely different....entirely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-1144510064691251370?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2008/05/blessing-and-curse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</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-30652782.post-7527274300250836040</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-05T17:35:33.114-07:00</atom:updated><title>half n half</title><description>I specifically went to the store tonight to buy half n half for my morning coffee. while i was in the store, I picked up a NY Times and an ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the Half n Half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. I hate when that happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-7527274300250836040?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2008/05/half-n-half.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</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-30652782.post-3430453845695348283</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-01T17:36:44.849-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>airport</category><title>the way i am</title><description>this is a snippet of dialogue from AJ &amp; I @ work today. i went near her desk and was filling out a fedex form/envelope: a little background: I took TRINITY to the airport this morning and then went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am a GOOD friend. I am a GOOOD friend.&lt;br /&gt;AJ: looks at me sorta blankly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ: I would just say get on MARTA...at THIS time of morning?! I mean, I can understand if she was sad or depressed or something and it was on the way home, but going there in the morning..No, I would have said, "TAKE MARTA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: And that is why I don't ask you. I don't even think she asked. I just offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like taking people to the airport and picking them up. it's just one of my things. i hit a lot of traffic coming back to work in morning rush hour, but it didn't even faze me. AND it's Trinity! C'mon. She's my bud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-3430453845695348283?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2008/05/way-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</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-30652782.post-8896629649929569596</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-29T09:06:15.253-07:00</atom:updated><title>I SENT FLOWERS</title><description>#4 is the correct answer, folks! (I know R.D. must be most shocked)&lt;br /&gt;And Trin had an unfair advantage...i forgot i told her the story long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, YES, I actually took flowers to her..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30652782-8896629649929569596?l=trippedbyit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trippedbyit.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-sent-flowers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (afuntanilla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>