<?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-1504371199271740506</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:42:16.135+10:00</updated><category term='reflection'/><category term='boss'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='best'/><category term='beach'/><category term='neighbour'/><category term='night'/><category term='dog box'/><category term='non-date'/><category term='Cocktail'/><category term='roommate'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='boys'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='flatmate'/><category term='date'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='complement'/><category term='dumping'/><category term='travel'/><category term='job'/><category term='harassment'/><category term='army'/><category term='skinny dipping'/><category term='hated'/><category term='Bestie'/><category term='Alcohol'/><category term='breakup'/><category term='TMI'/><category term='burgers'/><category term='quit'/><category term='batty'/><category term='dance'/><category term='revenge'/><category term='recovery'/><category term='fart'/><category term='fired'/><category term='freaking out'/><category term='stress'/><category term='old'/><category term='moving in'/><category term='immature'/><category term='Sex on the Beach'/><category term='James'/><category term='moving out'/><category term='gym'/><category term='club'/><category term='where'/><category term='party'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='title'/><category term='goals'/><category term='who'/><category term='meeting'/><category term='awkward'/><category term='Employment'/><category term='needs'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='Business'/><category term='movie'/><category term='interview'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='revelations'/><category term='present'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='comic relief'/><category term='food'/><category term='delicious'/><category term='Driveway'/><category term='Bullying'/><category term='moving on'/><category term='antics'/><category term='men'/><category term='wants'/><category term='overwhelmed'/><category term='love'/><category term='weight'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Only One Sausage In The Hotdog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-1958831864091942931</id><published>2010-05-26T11:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:16:36.851+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Dilemma - To Trust or Not To Trust</title><content type='html'>Let's call him Peter. I was good friends for a long time...until the incident...&lt;br /&gt;Back then I was dating a really selfish, controlling guy (but that's another story). About a month or two after I dumped him, Peter started pursuing me and I was lonely so I agreed to meet up with him for a quick lunch. There was &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;no spark&lt;/span&gt; from my end, but he told me that he had been &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;waiting for me &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Things got weird and he kept pressuring me to go out with him, and then for sex which&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; I declined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months later, &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;he told me he had moved on&lt;/span&gt; and was dating. So I told him about the guy I had just started seeing. That's when &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; occurred. He went completely rank at me, calling me names I would never call my worst enemy never mind a good friend. I was &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;so badly hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I told him so and he replied saying he could be friends with such a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he would try to get in contact with me to apologise...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;profusely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but the weeks turned into months.&lt;br /&gt;That was over 2 years ago and over those 2 years all of the horrible things he said stayed with me. It was only recently that he apologised, and I accepted simply because I needed to forgive him for my own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem now is that I have been talking to him again, and I feel myself trusting him again. I'm so &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I will open himself up to him and he'll be able to hurt me like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-1958831864091942931?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/1958831864091942931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/05/dilemma-to-trust-or-not-to-trust.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1958831864091942931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1958831864091942931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/05/dilemma-to-trust-or-not-to-trust.html' title='Dilemma - To Trust or Not To Trust'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-1261414672706733875</id><published>2010-05-19T12:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:35:49.105+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driveway'/><title type='text'>My Batty-Wacky-Grumpy-Old Neighbour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This post is dedicated to my crazy old&amp;nbsp;neighbour&amp;nbsp;who has brought me so much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;comic relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since moving in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;He's too old to drive and we doubt he even owns a car, but if you park in his driveway (which is difficult to see anyway) you will be rewarded with a piece of cardboard with colourful profanities. The creativity of these insults are hilarious!! For example, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Are you dense?!?! Get out of my driveway you #%@#"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;If I look out of my kitchen window in the morning, sometimes I'll catch him in his&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with a&amp;nbsp;towel&amp;nbsp;over one shoulder staring at the grass for a while. Not doing anything, just having &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a good old stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;My favourite so far is when he tried to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"mow" his lawn with scissors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it took him 3 days before he&amp;nbsp;finally&amp;nbsp;gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/S_NKRIE1H4I/AAAAAAAAABA/dAeMgX2r5a0/s1600/09042010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/S_NKRIE1H4I/AAAAAAAAABA/dAeMgX2r5a0/s320/09042010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=27287c09-f687-4df1-93d2-f8f34c2872c3" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related more-info pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-1261414672706733875?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/1261414672706733875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-batty-wacky-grumpy-eold-neighbour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1261414672706733875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1261414672706733875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-batty-wacky-grumpy-eold-neighbour.html' title='My Batty-Wacky-Grumpy-Old Neighbour'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/S_NKRIE1H4I/AAAAAAAAABA/dAeMgX2r5a0/s72-c/09042010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-2676812766837686879</id><published>2010-05-14T16:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:21:34.405+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaking out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overwhelmed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flatmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>So little time...so little money....</title><content type='html'>Lots and lots to do. Less than 2 months away from my big trip overseas and I've hardly got anything done. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Freaking out!!&lt;/span&gt; A month away from doing my last ever uni exam. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Freaking out some more!! &lt;/span&gt;Less than 2 weeks away from two huge assignments and a presentation due...the presentation is all I've started. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Freaking out a lot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I may have a full time job, all depends, but it starts right after my huge assignments. So I'll be starting a new job, trying to study for my last ever exams and get ready for my trip all in one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just way too much to do.........and not enough money to do it with.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flatmate is driving me nuts, he's a pig and then he complains if he has to clean anything. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Learn to clean up after yourself and stop bitching about it!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I spent the weekend with my latest guy who is such a sweetie&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-2676812766837686879?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/2676812766837686879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-little-timeso-little-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/2676812766837686879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/2676812766837686879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-little-timeso-little-money.html' title='So little time...so little money....'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-1803185208985305632</id><published>2010-04-28T10:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:20:49.413+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burgers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestie'/><title type='text'>Things are looking up...</title><content type='html'>I had the best weekend ever. Saturday I had my first shift in my new job, which was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;really scary&lt;/span&gt; because the guy (old guy) is European so he speaks &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;openly, but he took me out for lunch and bought me a steak!! Yum!! And he didn't try anything, he talked about his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday night, me and my bestie had cocktails. We tried &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Midori Splice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, oh god sooooo good, and had a girlie night which turned into a girlie morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday lunch with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;James &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(from the post '&lt;a href="http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/jamesand-origin-of-only-one-sausage-in.html"&gt;the Origin of "Only One Sausage In The Hotdog"&lt;/a&gt;') at Grill'd a healthy delicious burger joint nearby, their burgers are the bomb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday night I had an awesome date. We went to see the movie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kick-ass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and then to a pub for a drink before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; great ending to a great weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to finish a whole assignment for uni today so I can work and get more money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-1803185208985305632?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/1803185208985305632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-are-looking-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1803185208985305632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1803185208985305632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are looking up...'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-2357466074515492389</id><published>2010-04-20T18:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:10:02.360+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Big Fat Blob</title><content type='html'>I feel like a big fat blob. Yeah I realise I haven't put on enough to actually constitute being a blob but I literally feel uncomfortable, like it's getting in the way. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Stupid &lt;/span&gt;food being so delicious. The worst part is it looks like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;frickin baby bump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all my problems would be solved if I had a job...well more hours anyway...-$200 a week net doesn't really count. If I had a job I could sign up to gym and I wouldn't be such a fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looks like that plan B job I was hoping for isn't going to happen, although the manager is trying to find some spot for me....maybe something in relief work :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Stupid &lt;/span&gt;need for money. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Stupid &lt;/span&gt;boys being away on work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a cuddle. I think I'll go find my bestie....she'll have to do for now....at least for the next couple of weeks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/S81gRhsMmKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fx9iie1gxfI/s1600/10012010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/S81gRhsMmKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fx9iie1gxfI/s320/10012010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Banana Pancakes with caramel macadamia sauce, berries and ice cream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;:9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back.....and hopefully fitter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-2357466074515492389?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/2357466074515492389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-fat-blob.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/2357466074515492389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/2357466074515492389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-fat-blob.html' title='Big Fat Blob'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/S81gRhsMmKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fx9iie1gxfI/s72-c/10012010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-8338694805427603776</id><published>2010-04-15T22:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:27:45.822+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complement'/><title type='text'>BEST Job Interview Ever!!!</title><content type='html'>So as you may know, last week I had the best quitting ever in which I actually got free stuff (awesome I know). Well today I actually had &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;the best interview ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The guy just kept throwing complements at me saying how impressive my resume is etcetc and how there wasn't much point to the interview because he's going to talk to the board about hiring me (there isn't a position open, he wants to hire me as an extra admin assistant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my first choice but I don't really know what I want to do yet and I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;really need the money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I will almost&amp;nbsp;definitely take the job if the board agrees. I'll be able to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;buy a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and pay for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;tour in Peru&lt;/span&gt; I already bought plane tickets to. Plus I'll be able to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;join a gym&lt;/span&gt; and finally loose some of the extra weight I put on last year (nothing much but I'll feel better and I need to be fit for Peru anyway). Of course I'll need &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;more work clothes&lt;/span&gt;.....and while I'm shopping I might as well get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;more winter clothes and dresses&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;and shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;......and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;a new tv&amp;nbsp;aerial&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;so I can actually watch tv.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Money may not buy happiness but it sure makes things easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-8338694805427603776?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/8338694805427603776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-job-interview-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/8338694805427603776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/8338694805427603776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-job-interview-ever.html' title='BEST Job Interview Ever!!!'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-2989036814425496414</id><published>2010-04-06T13:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:17:20.916+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Ooooooo I'm in trouble now!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm fairly sure meany boss is going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;fire &lt;/span&gt;me tomorrow....I got a phone call from her and she wants to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"meet with me"&lt;/span&gt; to discuss something tomorrow at midday. If she tries to fire me I'm soooooo giving her an ear full and quit on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll tell her about how I threw up in the sink she's been having lunch from....... and of course how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; likes her and she follows the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"How to do everything wrong in your management position" bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Take a Management 101 course OMG!! Then she goes around treating &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;US &lt;/span&gt;like we are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;butt monkeys &lt;/span&gt;just because we are casuals, meanwhile we are university, she went into her job straight out of high school and only still has the job because her bestie from school is the state manager!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a new job now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, respect others and don't underestimate your staff&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to tell you what happens tomorrow......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-2989036814425496414?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/2989036814425496414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/04/ooooooo-im-in-trouble-now.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/2989036814425496414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/2989036814425496414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/04/ooooooo-im-in-trouble-now.html' title='Ooooooo I&apos;m in trouble now!!!'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-4687385370737763772</id><published>2010-03-27T16:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T16:49:48.967+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bullying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hated'/><title type='text'>Horrible Horrible Work Situation</title><content type='html'>The girl who became our new manager is......&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;the anti-people-person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....to put it lightly. I have to find a new job, that's how bad it is. Well I don't have to, I haven't been fired but she is making &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;threats and bullying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; us to try to make us do better in our "average sale value per customer" which isn't even that important so long as we are doing well per hour. Not to mention the fact that after bullying us, she goes and has a 2 hour lunch break nearly every day!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;We all hate her&lt;/span&gt; and are going to start looking for new jobs. The original plan was to talk to our old manager (who was promoted) to get advice but she has "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;wiped her hands clean of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" now that she has her fancy new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got really sick but I went into work anyway, I had a energy/vitamin drink and it made me feel really awful. So I went out the back of the store and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;threw up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in the sink, cleaned it out and went back to work because I really need the money. Anyway I later went out the back and the "meany" manager was out there eating her lunch with her dish on the same sink I threw up in not an hour before!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, and if you are a manager don't bully your staff!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=107a5a21-8244-44df-8db6-e84ba8eff6b3" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related more-info pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-4687385370737763772?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/4687385370737763772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/03/horrible-horrible-work-situation.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/4687385370737763772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/4687385370737763772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/03/horrible-horrible-work-situation.html' title='Horrible Horrible Work Situation'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-5501123562106592859</id><published>2010-03-09T22:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:27:36.857+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>House Party Aftermath</title><content type='html'>So last you heard he asked me out and in a panic I said I would like to but another time. I later texted him to say that I just wanted to be friends right now, and "let's see what happens". So he kept &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;bugging &lt;/span&gt;me and I gave in and saw a movie with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered to buy me dinner, I insisted no because that would make it a date and I wanted to make things very clear. We saw the movie, he obviously had got the message by then and didn't make a move on me (yessss!!). Men who stare at goats was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;hilarious &lt;/span&gt;of course. We went for a beer/cider after and chatted for a while, he drove me home and while there was some awkwardness in saying goodnight, he didn't make a move on me. Thank god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't deal with any of this stuff right now. Why is it the second you decide to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;stay &lt;/span&gt;single, guys just can't get enough of you?!?!?! It doesn't make sense to me...well it does, it's just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt;. I just don't know what I want and to avoid hurting anyone I just need to stay single until I sort myself out. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-5501123562106592859?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/5501123562106592859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/03/house-party-aftermath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/5501123562106592859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/5501123562106592859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/03/house-party-aftermath.html' title='House Party Aftermath'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-8617900245426522487</id><published>2010-02-21T22:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:34:35.124+10:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Ever Hosting a House Party</title><content type='html'>House party last night went really well until that point in the night where you know you had a few too many to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night a friend of mine kissed me, and because I was drunk and lying down at the time I had no where to get away so I went along with it. When I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;did get away I tried to stick to public areas, then he thought I was mad at him. Of course I wasn't mad, I told him so and then made some lame excuse about feeling sick and going to bed to make it clear he couldn't sleep in my bed. He gave me a goodnight kiss and I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like my head is going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;explode &lt;/span&gt;with all the complexities that have been going on of late. To make things worse, my bestie (who only just got back from her trip overseas) f***ed off with her boyfriend this morning so I've hardly seen her since she got back. She tried to leave without helping me clean up party mess, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;hell no!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to her what happened with the friend of mine last night and she didn't really seem to care, she just wanted to go out with her boyfriend. He&amp;nbsp;texted me today to ask me on a date, I don't have to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;energy &lt;/span&gt;to deal with it right now so I've just told him I'd like to but another time. That way I can tell him in person about how I'm not dating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to stay single a month or so ago. As you can see, it's not going very well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-8617900245426522487?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/8617900245426522487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-time-ever-hosting-house-party.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/8617900245426522487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/8617900245426522487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-time-ever-hosting-house-party.html' title='First Time Ever Hosting a House Party'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-2673097811640526859</id><published>2010-02-14T12:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:32:10.389+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The post I've been avoiding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been avoiding writing this post for about a month now. It was kindly suggested by a couple of people that I may be a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;commitment-phobe&lt;/b&gt;. I think there may be some truth in that but I'm not sure. I have had bad experiences in past relationships and, while my parents are still together, they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;fight &lt;/span&gt;and yell a LOT so that has probably become my idea of a marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you will know, one of my last relationships ended when I just could not be with him any more. I know that it wasn't going to work out in the end because of certain control issues from his end, but I wonder if my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;doubt &lt;/span&gt;in the relationship first began because of my supposed fear of committing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have/are been men in my life since then, but right now I feel I need to stay single to give myself time to figure out. Today I am celebrating &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Anti-Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to get into the spirit of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meish.org/vd/card/images/bollocks.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.meish.org/vd/card/images/bollocks.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=3ef8d446-0d8e-4061-b246-e119c920cf62" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related more-info pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-2673097811640526859?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/2673097811640526859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-ive-been-avoiding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/2673097811640526859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/2673097811640526859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-ive-been-avoiding.html' title='The post I&apos;ve been avoiding...'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-6352418235030268052</id><published>2010-02-02T10:03:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:03:50.495+10:00</updated><title type='text'>!/%#&amp;*$¿</title><content type='html'>I'm writting this post on my mobile, so i apologise for the format. The reason for it is my ex flatmate was incredibly thoughtless and cancelled our landline without telling us so we have had no internet for over a week and wont get internet until at least monday! On top of that the internet company are charging us $145 to reconnect through the new landline!  AND he left the keys in the letterbox without telling us so his sister could just waltz right in and take the rest of his stuff, but theres been no sign of the keys for weeks. So some random has them and could have robbed us anytime over the last 2 weeks. When i asked he didnt even offer to pay! He said to get the agent to do it. Ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-6352418235030268052?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/6352418235030268052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/6352418235030268052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/6352418235030268052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='!/%#&amp;*$¿'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-7072840893502080108</id><published>2010-01-17T18:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:24:03.169+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is disappearing on me!!</title><content type='html'>Well it's true!&lt;br /&gt;My bestie is moving in but she's going on holiday overseas for a few weeks soon, my other good friend/latest ex is away for a month, smelly moved to the sticks AND now my awesome boss just told me she has been promoted to another store.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be left with not a whole lot and that stupid meanie girl at work grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so good too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-7072840893502080108?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/7072840893502080108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyone-is-disappearing-on-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/7072840893502080108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/7072840893502080108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyone-is-disappearing-on-me.html' title='Everyone is disappearing on me!!'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-5755329725580044754</id><published>2010-01-11T12:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:14:41.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Homemade Kahlua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="zemanta-img" style="display: block; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 1em; width: 171px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94121675@N00/3273022624"&gt;&lt;img alt="K....is for Kahlua" height="240" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3273022624_ec159c82fa_m.jpg" style="border: none; display: block;" width="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;recipe&amp;nbsp;improves with age and has a really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;smooth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;texture which is surprising. I served it at my 21st, safe to say it went down well.........hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;4 cups raw sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1/4 cup instant coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2 1/4 cups boiling water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2 cups brandy (at least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2 vanilla beans or vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Stir sugar and coffee into the boiling water until dissolved. Let cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Add brandy. Stand for 20 days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You can drink it straight away but it's soooooo worth the wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=eef7ea2f-d6e4-4385-940a-6cbdc77afd9d" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-5755329725580044754?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/5755329725580044754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/01/epic-homemade-kahlua.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/5755329725580044754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/5755329725580044754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/01/epic-homemade-kahlua.html' title='Epic Homemade Kahlua'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3273022624_ec159c82fa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-6125873895865522516</id><published>2010-01-09T19:34:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:23:31.817+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flatmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Revelations Update Plus.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My bestie is moving in!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yay!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't wait, we are going to have an awesome time. We did a &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;massive &lt;/span&gt;clean up of the flat and got rid of this &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;horrible disgusting infested orange retro couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and replaced it with a much better one. Oh and my parents gave me a bedside table so I don't have to use a crate any more. Feels soooo &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure when roomie is moving out though, he just said it will be sometime this month. He has already moved half his shit to his parents place so it's definitely happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to dinner and a movie on Monday night with&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; my latest ex&lt;/span&gt;. I'm 90% sure it's a "we are still friends" get together plus the movie tickets are free from a friend of his that works at the cinema. Can't say no to that. Hopefully there won't be any &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;awkward &lt;/span&gt;conversations, I don't think I could hand that :S I like him but as far as I'm concerned everything has been said and I just want us to go back to being good friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-6125873895865522516?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/6125873895865522516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/01/revelations-update-plus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/6125873895865522516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/6125873895865522516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/01/revelations-update-plus.html' title='Revelations Update Plus.....'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-8959074157521140845</id><published>2010-01-04T09:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:29:36.306+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revelations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'>Antics of the Night and Revelations</title><content type='html'>We had a pretty awesome night the other night, &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;drinking &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;wee hours of the morning&lt;/span&gt;. Sex on the Beach cocktail didn't work out as well as I'd hoped but we drank it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to a couple of clubs and I danced very closely with a few guys while my bestie and my flatmate tried to ward them off after a few minutes of dancing. See I find &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the best way to celebrate the end of a relationship&lt;/span&gt; is to go out clubbing, attract the attention of a guy, dance with them for a little while, have a friend rescue you and then repeat. Gets the self esteem back up, is lots of fun and it's also pretty safe if you have friends around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;revelations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, one of my flatmates is thinking about moving out to live with his parents in the sticks (Aussie term for in the middle of nowhere). He won't say why just that he'll be making the decision in the next few days. I'm &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;torn &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;between not wanting him to move out and wanting my bestie to move in, which will hopefully happen if he moves out. I had to remove the post introducing him but the long and short is he is&amp;nbsp;irritating&amp;nbsp;to the core &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;it's boring when he's not around. I consider him a friend despite the fact that he said he would get me a christmas present so I went out and got him one and he obviously forgot the conversation. BAH!! See what I mean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Anyway, I'll post again in the next few days as to what is going to happen.&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-8959074157521140845?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/8959074157521140845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/01/antics-of-night-and-revelations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/8959074157521140845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/8959074157521140845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/01/antics-of-night-and-revelations.html' title='Antics of the Night and Revelations'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-3211528418331754935</id><published>2010-01-02T17:17:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:22:02.922+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocktail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex on the Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Semi-Dumped</title><content type='html'>I've been talking to my bestie for weeks, maybe even the last month, about how things between me and my guy are so relaxed its like we are friends that sleep together. We have a lot of fun but it's not going anywhere and he will be going away with the army soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to say anything to him because I knew he felt the same, and me being &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;chicken sh*t&lt;/span&gt; scared. He came around today and pretty much said everything I was feeling...except where he thought that my feeling were stronger, &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;misunderstanding &lt;/span&gt;between "I missed you ;)" (sexually) and "I missed you" (emotionally). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he still wanted to be friends and I completely agree. He's a good friend and there are absolutely no hard feelings between us. We hung out for a few hours after just to show good faith I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-img" style="display: block; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 1em; width: 210px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Sex_on_the_beach_and_margarita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sex on the Beach" height="150" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/ab/Sex_on_the_beach_and_margarita.jpg/300px-Sex_on_the_beach_and_margarita.jpg" style="border: none; display: block;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;Image via &lt;a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Sex_on_the_beach_and_margarita.jpg"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the girlies to come over tonight for cocktails. It's gonna be awesome!! We are drinking Sex on the Beach; vodka, peach schnapps (substituted with peach vodka), orange juice and cranberry juice yummmm :9 Then we are going out after, I'm going to do my standard "just out of a relationship" routine and dance with as many guys as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back soon to tell you how my night went ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/a1f219f4-9284-46c3-9bf6-27210da39d10/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=a1f219f4-9284-46c3-9bf6-27210da39d10" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-3211528418331754935?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/3211528418331754935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/01/semi-dumped.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/3211528418331754935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/3211528418331754935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2010/01/semi-dumped.html' title='Semi-Dumped'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-185608611429264449</id><published>2009-12-30T18:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:28:20.437+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="zemanta-img" style="display: block; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 1em; width: 250px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97299052@N00/4214060020"&gt;&lt;img alt="alcohol received" height="160" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4214060020_dd47d18b12_m.jpg" style="border: none; display: block;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Image by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97299052@N00/4214060020"&gt;orphanjones&lt;/a&gt; via Flickr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had Christmas with my family and in keeping with tradition Mum tried too hard and stressed out to the max. I tried to encourage alcohol in true&amp;nbsp;Aussie&amp;nbsp;style but Mum's a bit paranoid about becoming alcoholic because of her father's drinking habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been working pretty much full time over Christmas until now. It's been great, but with my glandular fever it has been hard. Plus I've put on my Christmas weight......it was so worth it though :9 mmmmm Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the whole "Ex" debacle (see previous posts) I've been reluctant to&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;open up in this blog. I guess the only way to get passed that is to force myself, but that's not exactly ideal. My boyfriend is going away soon for a month to do army&amp;nbsp;training&amp;nbsp;soon and my bestie is going away next month to Malaysia to visit her family. So I'm going to be lonely at some point in the next month or two. Boyfriend is still a sweetie but the honeymoon period is over for both of us, which is ok except when I want attention but I feel like I'd be being a pain if I call/text etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the plus side a random guy from a nearby store started chatting to me while I was cleaning the store window at work. It made me feel attractive :D .........despite Christmas weight lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/817265ec-c7fe-43ad-964f-4e1ddb008077/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=817265ec-c7fe-43ad-964f-4e1ddb008077" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script defer="defer" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-185608611429264449?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/185608611429264449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/12/image-by-orphanjones-via-flickr-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/185608611429264449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/185608611429264449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/12/image-by-orphanjones-via-flickr-i-had.html' title='I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4214060020_dd47d18b12_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-866275404418187936</id><published>2009-12-18T12:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:43:58.995+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>What are you doing for Christmas??</title><content type='html'>This year, as always, I'm spending Christmas with my immediate family at my parents place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;to me the other day that many people aren't able to spend Christmas with the people they love. Because of physical or emotional distance, death or they simply have other plans this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you spending Christmas with this year?? What do you plan to do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-866275404418187936?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/866275404418187936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-are-you-doing-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/866275404418187936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/866275404418187936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-are-you-doing-for-christmas.html' title='What are you doing for Christmas??'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-1918310016010329076</id><published>2009-12-16T09:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:39:17.378+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas......and the never ending present dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me and my current boyfriend are exchanging gifts this year for the first time....and I'm not talking about the first Christmas....I'm talk about the &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;first gift exchange EVER &lt;/span&gt;between us eeek!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've already got him something small but it's a really obvious gift. I like to give things that are creative and thoughtful rather than &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt;. He's in the army reserves and he's pretty hardcore there, but he's also pretty sensitive as well. He said he doesn't want anything practical either....which rules out a lot. I asked him for ideas and he said maybe cologne or a massage. I was thinking of getting him a sports massage because he has a lot of knots in his back....it just &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;doesn't &lt;/span&gt;sound very original or thoughtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the protocol for gift giving in a new relationship???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do I spend???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Any ideas??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-1918310016010329076?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/1918310016010329076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmasand-never-ending-present.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1918310016010329076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1918310016010329076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmasand-never-ending-present.html' title='Christmas......and the never ending present dilemma'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-8377166587695098532</id><published>2009-12-11T22:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:38:33.729+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Bestie and Her Ex</title><content type='html'>My bestie and her ex; they were dating for 3 years. He decided to go on a trip with his friends overseas for 6mths to a year and asked her to wait for him. Not long after, she realised that it was &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;a ridiculous request&lt;/span&gt; to make and instead of waiting for him to leave on his trip, she broke it off with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both going through break up pangs, we did our best as friends for her. In the end, he &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"realised what he had lost"&lt;/span&gt;, they got back together and he cancelled his trip. Personally, I wasn't happy they were back together, I felt like he didn't really deserve her but it was her decision and I supported her. A month or two later they were moving in together, in my opinion for all the wrong reasons. When I asked her why she was moving in, she replied that she was there all the time and she should contribute financially. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Not very romantic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it all eventually fell apart around the same time things fell apart for me and my (now) ex. So we were both briefly single for a while together. When her ex found out she was dating again he outright told her about how he had &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;respect for her anymore etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lot of drama.&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-8377166587695098532?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/8377166587695098532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-bestie-and-her-ex.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/8377166587695098532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/8377166587695098532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-bestie-and-her-ex.html' title='My Bestie and Her Ex'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-3608472051011639769</id><published>2009-12-01T22:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:45:21.178+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><title type='text'>The Truth (re: BC)</title><content type='html'>RE:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/discuss/entry/so-things-are-being-said-about-me"&gt;http://www.blogcatalog.com/discuss/entry/so-things-are-being-said-about-me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done being young, inviting my friends over, going out, "playing house" and even if I was, I still need a &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;life &lt;/span&gt;outside of my partner. I will wear makeup whenever I damn well please, yes he did try to stop me from wearing makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah he's calling &lt;i&gt;me &lt;/i&gt;immature, the guy who's mum had to pick up his stuff from my place coz he wouldn't even though he'd already replaced me. The guy who first&amp;nbsp;acknowledged&amp;nbsp;me since the breakup&amp;nbsp;by giving me &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;a huge grin and winking&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;when he saw how furious I was that his girl was at my work. Does he seriously think I'm that thick?? I don't believe for a second that her being there was by accident, where I work is close to where me and my boyfriend's apartments are, him and her live ages away - there's now way he didn't know she was coming. Unless that poor girl doesn't even know he's working with his ex (aka me)??? Coz if I were her I'd be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this blog I was at &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;breaking point&lt;/span&gt;. He would not talk to me, instead sending me messages through my bestie like we're in fifth grade or something. Any immaturity you see here is a result of the &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;amazing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;amount of immaturity that I have witnessed.&amp;nbsp;He invaded my space without consulting me and can't understand why I'm not liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The truth is I am jealous and angry, and I miss him. Despite everything I still care about him and it hurts that I couldn't love him in the same way he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The truth is I'm young, and I want to be young for a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The truth is things got serious way too quickly and in the heat of it I thought I loved him equally, which just made things&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;suffocating&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;when it didn't turn out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The truth is I need to be trusted so that I can trust someone, especially when it's since turned out that that someone likes to get naked with other girls&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;hit on my friends and god knows who else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The truth is by the end of it I had a better relationship with his mum than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;When I started dating again, I kept it a secret from him out of respect. Because I didn't want to hurt him. He just rubbed it in my face. Yet I'm the immature one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in previous posts; I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-3608472051011639769?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/3608472051011639769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth-re-bc.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/3608472051011639769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/3608472051011639769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth-re-bc.html' title='The Truth (re: BC)'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-8356042501624702061</id><published>2009-11-25T22:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:26:18.036+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny dipping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fart'/><title type='text'>The Christmas Party.....and Beach Adventures</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;work Christmas party&lt;/span&gt;, at a bowling bar, surrounded by very nice women mostly from another store. Alcohol free, god that was hard, especially seeing as two drinks where paid for. I was a good girl and ordered coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on to the interesting stuff, it was all very &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;awkward &lt;/span&gt;trying to avoid each other at a casual function. The fact that I'm terrible at bowling just compounded that despite the fact that I really don't need to impress, I guess it's expected to want to look good in front of the &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily I wasn't the worst there, almost everyone confessed to being terrible at bowling before we even started so at least it was an even playing field. We had a lot of fun and the food just kept coming :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy, my current boyfriend, showed up nearing the end of the night to pick me up since we had plans to go to the beach the next day. The &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ex &lt;/span&gt;left soon after without explanation,&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; very rude&lt;/span&gt; considering work paid for the evening but understandable I guess. He really shouldn't have bought his new girl into work, I was wanting to make the effort to be civil up until that point. Now I really don't care about how he feels so &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;tough titties&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I had a good time, would have been better if he wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy took me home via a scenic route along the river, very thoughtful :D The next day we headed out to the &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;secluded beach&lt;/span&gt;, it was quite a hike but soooooooo worth it. It was gorgeous!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/Sw0aQj5yioI/AAAAAAAAAAw/24l0UwZaML8/s1600/24112009.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="15" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/Sw0aQj5yioI/AAAAAAAAAAw/24l0UwZaML8/s320/24112009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We spent the day there, it was truly an &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;experience. I've never been skinny dipping before but I'd love to do it again, it was liberating and exciting. Actually the water was much more refreshing without togs on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This morning we woke up nice and late so relaxed from the &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt;. I jumped onto Guy's lap and started joking around. I may have &lt;b&gt;accidentally &lt;/b&gt;farted while sitting in his lap &lt;b&gt;:S&lt;/b&gt; He was quite amused, I laughed hysterically mostly out of sheer embarrassment. Bound to let one go in front of a new partner at some stage, the positioning was just so unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back later ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-8356042501624702061?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/8356042501624702061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-partyand-beach-adventures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/8356042501624702061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/8356042501624702061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-partyand-beach-adventures.html' title='The Christmas Party.....and Beach Adventures'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/Sw0aQj5yioI/AAAAAAAAAAw/24l0UwZaML8/s72-c/24112009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-2540964304695981875</id><published>2009-11-22T15:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:22:33.953+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>'Anticipation' is the word of the week</title><content type='html'>There is much anticipation in the air this weekend. Not just for the upcoming &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;work Christmas party&lt;/span&gt;, but also for what will come after; Guy is taking me to &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a nice secluded beach&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on Tuesday to celebrate the beginning of holidays. We both really need the relax, I just &lt;i&gt;really really&lt;/i&gt; need a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to meet after the Christmas party, with all the fun to be anticipated there, either stay out or go back to his place. Then in the morning we'll get up and make the drive to the coast *sign* pick up some brekkie and lunch on the way up, maybe treat ourselves to a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;mango &lt;/span&gt;or two to take to the &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;beach &lt;/span&gt;:9 Then we'll be taking the short bush walk to the beach, taking a dip in the &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;cool water&lt;/span&gt;, bake in the sun and roll around in the sand all day *sign* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!! Jealous much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of the impending Christmas party, I have just found out that I have glandular fever so I can't drink. Nooooooo!!! I really need a drink. Drinking for almost any reason is an Australian tradition for those who didn't know; End of Exam Drinks, Back to Uni Drinks, Break Up Drinks, Pick Up Drinks, etcetc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-2540964304695981875?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/2540964304695981875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/anticipation-is-key.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/2540964304695981875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/2540964304695981875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/anticipation-is-key.html' title='&apos;Anticipation&apos; is the word of the week'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-1477016984121302832</id><published>2009-11-20T23:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:35:02.012+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ex........que suspense music</title><content type='html'>I think it's about time I mention my latest &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Ex&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;is trying to get revenge on me for dumping him in a way I have never heard of before;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;got a job at the store I work in... yes you read correctly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go back a bit, I'll make it brief for your benefit;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dating for 8 months, we said the L word (yeah I'm a bit of an "I Love You" Hoe, I'm trying to mend my ways). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met another guy not long after we started dating and we became &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;good friends&lt;/span&gt;. I have to admit there was a certain kind a tension between us but nothing ever happened and if it had I would have put a stop to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it made me realise that I really wasn't that into the guy I was dating at the time (aka &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Ex&lt;/span&gt;), so I dumped him as humanely as possible. I did this for his benefit as well as my own despite the fear of loosing my job, since &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;my boss is his mum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not that evil, I care about him and I want him to be happy and I knew it wasn't going to be with me so I let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't get fired, my boss is a legend and was very understanding. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love my job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the guy I am currently dating, the good friend, lets call him Guy; we started dating after a suitable amount of time after the break up. He is a good guy, we are taking things slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month after me and the &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Ex &lt;/span&gt;broke up, he started working with us as a Christmas Casual. He waited until I was on shift to casually bring his &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;rebound &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;INTO &lt;/i&gt;the store. As you can imagine, I was pretty &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;furious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Not only is he invading my space at the work I love, but he brought his rebound in as well!! I had to go out back for a while and kick a few things around, it wasn't so much that he found someone else &lt;b style="color: #783f04;"&gt;within a week&lt;/b&gt; as the fact that I was trying to be civil and make the best of the situation and he was/is pissing me off for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off he (&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Ex&lt;/span&gt;) flirts with anything that moves including my friends (and always has) yet calls &lt;i&gt;me &lt;/i&gt;a cheater, and is determined to make things as uncomfortable as possible for the girls we work with.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on...really I could. Despite being in the position, I can definitely see how this situation would be funny to outsiders. How many people can say &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"My ex hates me, and got his revenge by getting a job where I work"&lt;/span&gt;. It's seriously screwed up, I try my best to void him but it is proving difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Work Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at a bowling bar.......oh god I'm sure I'll have PLENTY to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Brad Miller not that good (says smelly aka roomie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-1477016984121302832?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/1477016984121302832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/exque-suspense-music.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1477016984121302832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1477016984121302832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/exque-suspense-music.html' title='The Ex........que suspense music'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-4424166039939038295</id><published>2009-11-18T16:32:00.015+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:24:56.419+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roommate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flatmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>"Smelly" the roomie</title><content type='html'>Smelly is his name, smelly is he. I live with him and another guy in an apartment near the city. When I first moved in he went for at least 3 days without showering before I made him shower, for the most part it continued that way until recently. I've now either got used to the smell or he has learned&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;the magics of deodorant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really not so bad as far as roomies go, he can be pretty cool to talk to if you can get around the smell and the general laziness. But then a few weeks back, i woke up and found that he had been up all night drinking, we talked for a while, he invaded my personal space in his &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;drunken rant&lt;/span&gt; and the conversation came to an end when the topic changed to my bf. He said he hated my bf, I &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;STUPIDLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;asked why to which he replied "he's a lucky guy" eeeeekkkk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed away from the flat for most of the week after that....its ok now, I just pretend nothing happened but for a while there it was sooooooo &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;awkward &lt;/span&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-4424166039939038295?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/4424166039939038295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/smelly-roomie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/4424166039939038295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/4424166039939038295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/smelly-roomie.html' title='&quot;Smelly&quot; the roomie'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-7166390309927646063</id><published>2009-11-15T19:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:29:26.056+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>James...and the origin of the "only one sausage in the hotdog"</title><content type='html'>James is a friend of mine, me him and my bestie got &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;drunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;one night on baileys, honeycomb ice cream and milk (yummmm!!). So it's 2 girls and a guys walking home from dinner and cocktails for more drinks at my place, and me and my bestie decide we are going to walk on either side of James to make a "James hotdog". The conversation turns to how we are going back to my place, where "Smelly" will be (I will get to this in another post), and James says "Now now, there's only one sausage allowed in the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;hotdog&lt;/span&gt;". We practically fell over laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be a great &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;title &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to this blog because really there can only be one man at a time, partially because one man brings enough drama as is. Don't get me wrong, I would never ever cheat but I seriously don't understand people who do - way way too much drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James on the other hand has been on and off with a friend of his for years. Every time he becomes interested in her and wants to take her out she just isn't interested in him, and vice versa. The advice I gave him was to go with his instinct and not go after her unless he really thinks it's right, that way hopefully he will have less chance of spoiling the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-7166390309927646063?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/7166390309927646063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/jamesand-origin-of-only-one-sausage-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/7166390309927646063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/7166390309927646063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/jamesand-origin-of-only-one-sausage-in.html' title='James...and the origin of the &quot;only one sausage in the hotdog&quot;'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504371199271740506.post-1774178323428426590</id><published>2009-11-12T06:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:17:16.932+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Hello...</title><content type='html'>So this morning I woke up at &lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:30am&lt;/span&gt;...mainly because I had a dream about my fairly recent ex canoodling his new girlfriend. I woke up feeling a little down and somewhat jealous so I decided to create this blog as a way of venting somewhat so that I can move on from this complicated situation, and any situations to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going to be a depressing blog&lt;/span&gt; but rather a reflection of my experiences, and those close, to me so that maybe others can benefit in some way. Also I can imagine that, for someone this is not happening to, my situation would be &lt;span style="color: #993399; font-weight: bold;"&gt;very funny&lt;/span&gt;...you will see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have just finished all major assessment for uni and I have "holidays" until March next year so I thought a project of sorts would give me some direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xmas Holiday Goals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write in this blog a minimum of once a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to gym at least 2 a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organise travel for the near future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find and print a poster for my flat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In my next post I will attempt to explain the name of this blog without sounding like a perv, so check back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep safe, I'll be back soon ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504371199271740506-1774178323428426590?l=hotdogventer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/feeds/1774178323428426590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1774178323428426590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504371199271740506/posts/default/1774178323428426590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogventer.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title='Hello...'/><author><name>Red Chocers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558388854271694036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWqZfWAgAVI/SvszIm0mfCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ve_K-uUMm60/S220/peacock+feathers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
