<?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-3952445180127651858</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:40:19.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Oh So Wrong</title><subtitle type='html'>This used to be a blog about my truly unfortunate yet insanely hilarious venture into the world of online dating. A seemingly never ending quest to find my Mr. Right gone oh so painfully wrong. Now it's a blog about the insanity that is my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3829107613932134967</id><published>2012-01-28T16:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:13:30.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliver Me From Evil!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A long time ago I read a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Why-Men-Love-Bitches-Relationship/dp/1580627560" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank"&gt;Why Men Love Bitches&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(great read BTW).&amp;nbsp;The first chapter was about women who allowed themselves to be treated like doormats. At the time, I was in a fabulous relationship &amp;amp; felt no need to read that chapter so I skipped it. If I could have seen into the future, I would of read that chapter &amp;amp; not even bothered with the rest of the book...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;October-December 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! One does not have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what's going on here. For one thing I'm too damn nice. I've also been greatly underestimated &amp;amp; as much as I hate to say it replaced, but replaced in the worst way possible.&amp;nbsp;The bitch is like my fucking twin. She has the same dog as me, she stole my love of all things Italian including my frickin' major, she likes the same damn things as me BUT shes younger. God I got replaced by a younger woman she's not even a woman she was born in 1990! A baby prostitute! Now I understand what these ladies who lunch feel like &amp;amp; why they're always talking about "the younger woman"coming along &amp;amp; taking their husbands. I get it. Way harsh. I'm not even old. ENOUGH, THIS STOPS NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-98zoMQnInWY/Txm1AfNw4FI/AAAAAAAAAYY/J8hO088ZSfk/s1600/tumblr_l3c3d1ye0M1qzsljko1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-98zoMQnInWY/Txm1AfNw4FI/AAAAAAAAAYY/J8hO088ZSfk/s400/tumblr_l3c3d1ye0M1qzsljko1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hey I just wanted to let you know I know everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Ex Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't know what you're talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;How was Italy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Ex Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;*silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, remember when I told you I knew a lot more than you thought I did? I wasn't lying *liberation*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Idiot Ex Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;*crying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I gave you every chance in the world to be honest. I don't know why you weren't. Look, I'm not mad at you, I don't hate you, I forgave you a long time ago but I'll never forget what you did. I know your "other girlfriend" has no idea about any of this &amp;amp; if you don't tell her I will.&amp;nbsp;You HAVE to be honest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Ex Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;*crying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Remember when you told me I was disrespectful &amp;amp; had some major soul searching to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Idiot Ex Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Idiot Ex Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I need to call my mom *crying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My only regret about that conversation is that I didn't tape it because it was epic! The only thing better than that phone call was taking scissors to everything in my house that belonged to him &amp;amp; throwing him in the trash!!! If you've had a cheating boyfriend &amp;amp; haven't done that you're missing out big time. As much as I hate to say it, some people just don't learn he would be back for more &amp;amp; we would do battle again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #590: The worst karma in the world is to hurt the ones who love you the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-3829107613932134967?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3829107613932134967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3829107613932134967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3829107613932134967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3829107613932134967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/deliver-me-from-evil.html' title='Deliver Me From Evil!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-98zoMQnInWY/Txm1AfNw4FI/AAAAAAAAAYY/J8hO088ZSfk/s72-c/tumblr_l3c3d1ye0M1qzsljko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-7991629608191999111</id><published>2012-01-20T13:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:54:23.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;June-September 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever had the misfortune of being cheated on, then you know, the first thing you wanna know is who, what, when, where, why &amp;amp; how (dare you, you asshole)!?!? I sure as hell did. I wanted answers &amp;amp; I wanted them NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;What's her name? Where did you meet her? How long has this been going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't wanna talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpfPmKOmjEA/TxmaFBQZ8YI/AAAAAAAAAYI/hBrabLNclFM/s1600/tumblr_lfgk3dpySK1qbb7dio1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpfPmKOmjEA/TxmaFBQZ8YI/AAAAAAAAAYI/hBrabLNclFM/s400/tumblr_lfgk3dpySK1qbb7dio1_500.png" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;You don't want to talk about it? I don't care. If you would like try to &amp;amp; work on this we HAVE to talk about it. Do you want to try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Are you sure?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Where did you meet her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;We dated a few years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;What's her name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really don't wanna talk about this right now... I need some time to think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Think? You need time to think! Go &amp;amp; think but we ARE going to talk about this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That should have the point when I said "enough" I mean I knew. I knew! I knew! I knew! *banging head on keyboard* but I didn't because I'm too damn nice. Being nice got me a cheating boyfriend, a cheating boyfriend who used my computer to cheat on me! He used MY computer! If he's not going to give me answers, my computer will &amp;amp; boy did it give me answers. I Googled her. I found her blog. I read it. I cried. The past 2 1/2 years of my life. A lie. Everything he said. A lie. I knew I was right. I was right about everything. The whole time. Everything makes sense now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Like Christmas vacation when you needed a "break" from me. No, you didn't need a break from me you just wanted to be with her &amp;amp; didn't wanna get caught. So, it was easier to leave me than juggle both of us.&amp;nbsp;Or my Birthday. All I wanted to do was go ice skating with you. Ohhh no, you were too busy doing something&amp;nbsp;else or I guess I should say someone else.&amp;nbsp;What Thanksgiving &amp;amp; Spring Break when you were visiting your "Mom".&amp;nbsp;I had noooooo&amp;nbsp;idea your "Mom" was doing a semester abroad in Italy. I hope you took some great pictures with MY camera. Oh, wait you did! Remember I found them on online &amp;amp; you pretended to be confused. Yeah... Oh god, there so many times, I can't believe you! Actually I can.&amp;nbsp;I need a drink. *crazy laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, he has been having MORE than his fair share of fun. It's my turn. I decided&amp;nbsp;not to tell him I knew everything. I kept my mouth shut. I wasn't gonna be psycho girlfriend. He wanted me to believe I was crazy. I'M NOT! No way am I gonna call him &amp;amp; start yelling about this stuff just to hear him say "look at you see you're crazy" no, not me. You know what I did? I played dumb, I made Barbie look like she belonged in Mensa. He thought he could have two girlfriends &amp;amp; life would be grand. I let him believe it for the rest of the summer &amp;amp; it was so damn difficult! I knew I would have my moment though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #188: Every time someone breaks your heart they take a little piece of it with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-7991629608191999111?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7991629608191999111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=7991629608191999111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7991629608191999111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7991629608191999111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/cruel-intentions.html' title='Cruel Intentions'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpfPmKOmjEA/TxmaFBQZ8YI/AAAAAAAAAYI/hBrabLNclFM/s72-c/tumblr_lfgk3dpySK1qbb7dio1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3041126909069527491</id><published>2012-01-18T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:30:09.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once A Cheater...</title><content type='html'>It's bad that you cheated. I can't stand that you lied. It's worse that you made me feel like shit when I was suspicious &amp;amp; questioned you. But it was &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; lucky day when you forgot to close your fucking Skype. Finally some proof &amp;amp; validation!!! BTW you're dumbass for using MY&amp;nbsp;computer to cheat on ME. So, let's fill everybody in &amp;amp; I am not holding back. ALL is so not fair in love &amp;amp; war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1C2DdfWT02M/TxbKzNBdzOI/AAAAAAAAAYA/b-FUBpoQuJE/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1C2DdfWT02M/TxbKzNBdzOI/AAAAAAAAAYA/b-FUBpoQuJE/s400/10.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May 2011&lt;br /&gt;How about the first time I caught you? What were you thinking!? Why am I asking? You didn't think you were gonna get caught. I was sick. And not like sore throat sick or flu sick I was really sick I had Mono &amp;amp; Lyme! I slept for seven months! There was NO way I was gonna know what you were doing. Since I was the only person you had to worry about there was your opportunity &amp;amp; you took it, that's low. But you forgot about the most important person, yourself. And you messed up, you forgot to quit your frickin' Skype. Karma!!! So, courtesy of your mistake, I sat &amp;amp; read through all of the colorful conversations you'd been having with your other girlfriend, wow... I didn't know it was gonna&amp;nbsp;that bad. It was SO much worse than I thought it was gonna be. This has to be a joke! Seriously, you have got to be&amp;nbsp;kidding! Ugh god. Now I&amp;nbsp;really have seen it all.&amp;nbsp;*gasp*&amp;nbsp;Ohhhh! Nooooo! Nooooooooo! No! No! No! No! No! My Eyes!! I'm blind! Wait, maybe I read that wrong? Yeah! I read it wrong because NO WAY did that say "Do you remember the time we were in your room &amp;amp; you threw me over the bed &amp;amp; put my feet on the wall and we..." Oh. My. God.&amp;nbsp;Houston, we have an Idiot! Where's my goddamn phone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hi. Um you uh you left your Skype open. Is there anything you wanna tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt; I don't know what you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Really? I'm gonna read you some of what I just read *reading* WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do you have anything you need to tell me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;*crying* I'm sorry. I'm so selfish. I'm not gonna talk to her anymore &amp;amp; I'm not gonna see her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stop crying. You're crying because you got caught not because you're sorry &amp;amp; yes I know you're very selfish. Look, if you wanna go &amp;amp; be with her then go. I just caught you cheating &amp;amp; lying trust me you are not gonna hurt my feelings if leave me to be with her. But if you would like a chance to try &amp;amp; fix your mess then you listen to what I'm about to say VERY carefully. I don't trust you &amp;amp; I don't I believe a word that comes out of your mouth. If you're sorry &amp;amp; you wanna make things right, you have a lot of work to in order to prove yourself because you really fucked up. No one told you to cheat, that's all on you. So you take some time &amp;amp; think about whatever it is that you need to think about &amp;amp; we can talk later.&lt;br /&gt;LATER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;*crying* I'm sorry. I wanna try to &amp;amp; make things right with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fine. Don't make me regret giving you a chance *already regretting it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiot Boyfriend:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;*crying* I won't, I promise. Small steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Small steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #404: Cheating+2nd Chance =&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;HUGE&lt;/u&gt; Mistake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-3041126909069527491?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3041126909069527491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3041126909069527491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3041126909069527491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3041126909069527491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-cheater.html' title='Once A Cheater...'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1C2DdfWT02M/TxbKzNBdzOI/AAAAAAAAAYA/b-FUBpoQuJE/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-1954810036652370284</id><published>2012-01-14T12:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:30:07.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Take The Girl Out Of The City, Can't Take The City Out Of The Girl</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to the devil herself. I'll be damned if you think you're gonna drag me to hell with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ExpEDH8Q1uU?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #60: There's nothing wrong with being a bitch. Just make sure you keep it classy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-1954810036652370284?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1954810036652370284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=1954810036652370284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1954810036652370284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1954810036652370284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/cant-take-girl-out-of-city-cant-take.html' title='Can&apos;t Take The Girl Out Of The City, Can&apos;t Take The City Out Of The Girl'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ExpEDH8Q1uU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-8502553569437553253</id><published>2012-01-02T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:55:37.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am (Not) Alone!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok. How many times have you done this? *raises hand* I refuse to let this be my life. I will not be a trash eating, cake loving, forever single, cat lady. NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xfk5iseN87k?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #474: There is no escape. One shall be forever haunted by relationships past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-8502553569437553253?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8502553569437553253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=8502553569437553253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8502553569437553253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8502553569437553253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-not-alone.html' title='I Am (Not) Alone!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xfk5iseN87k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3790525819987606719</id><published>2011-12-31T15:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:31:41.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Slow Dancing In A Burning Room"</title><content type='html'>This year has been nothing short of a joke, a farce if you will. Thank you 2011 for teaching me not to put anything past anyone. EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srHJ1H6ARvA/Tv9dw6xignI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qYbXxG4tZEI/s1600/renewal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srHJ1H6ARvA/Tv9dw6xignI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qYbXxG4tZEI/s400/renewal.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #312: EVERYTHING you ever told me was a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-3790525819987606719?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3790525819987606719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3790525819987606719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3790525819987606719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3790525819987606719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/grow-up-and-blow-away.html' title='&quot;Slow Dancing In A Burning Room&quot;'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srHJ1H6ARvA/Tv9dw6xignI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qYbXxG4tZEI/s72-c/renewal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-7542045905037737993</id><published>2011-12-25T08:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:25:14.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas Is Lil</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DS6XboOzpzo/TveGjIjhGXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9uwoMgmsZV0/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DS6XboOzpzo/TveGjIjhGXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9uwoMgmsZV0/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life Lesson #25: Bah humbug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-7542045905037737993?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7542045905037737993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=7542045905037737993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7542045905037737993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7542045905037737993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-lil.html' title='All I Want For Christmas Is Lil'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DS6XboOzpzo/TveGjIjhGXI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9uwoMgmsZV0/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5729284746626967971</id><published>2011-12-21T14:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T18:47:48.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>18-24 No More</title><content type='html'>Life... You win again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIL2wWbfGEs/TvSBto71WNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Wsbz0bJxA3M/s1600/130000_happy_fucking_birthday_old_ass_bitch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIL2wWbfGEs/TvSBto71WNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Wsbz0bJxA3M/s400/130000_happy_fucking_birthday_old_ass_bitch.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life Lesson #610: You would cry too if it happened to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5729284746626967971?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5729284746626967971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5729284746626967971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5729284746626967971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5729284746626967971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-would-cry-too-if-it-happened-to-you.html' title='18-24 No More'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIL2wWbfGEs/TvSBto71WNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Wsbz0bJxA3M/s72-c/130000_happy_fucking_birthday_old_ass_bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-1413920563527506002</id><published>2011-12-09T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:58:58.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nightmare Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, fuck it. Not even worth writing about.&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/-U6E9upQryWU/TuKSFTzaXuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xhLgNPqMgUo/s1600/Fuck-Christmas-3-e1291099073312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6E9upQryWU/TuKSFTzaXuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xhLgNPqMgUo/s400/Fuck-Christmas-3-e1291099073312.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life Lesson #12: God bless America and God bless consumerism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-1413920563527506002?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1413920563527506002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=1413920563527506002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1413920563527506002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1413920563527506002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/12/nightmare-before-christmas.html' title='The Nightmare Before Christmas'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6E9upQryWU/TuKSFTzaXuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xhLgNPqMgUo/s72-c/Fuck-Christmas-3-e1291099073312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-8287163568298624736</id><published>2011-11-24T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T00:13:02.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know What You Did Last Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Let's get one thing straight. I HATE THANKSGIVING!!! Always have always will. This year I have an extra special reason to loathe the last giovedì in November. So as y'all muster up the strength to be around family and to sit down at the Thanksgiving table, remember it could be worse. Happy Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://0.tqn.com/d/arthistory/1/0/r/1/1/Norman-Rockwell-Freedom-from-Want-1943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://0.tqn.com/d/arthistory/1/0/r/1/1/Norman-Rockwell-Freedom-from-Want-1943.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://collections.nrm.org/search.do?id=246503&amp;amp;db=object&amp;amp;view=detail" target="_blank"&gt;Freedom from Want&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm big on giving. If you haven't checked out my "Do Some Good with Your Boredom" links over there on the right side of the page, please do. I dropped some goodies off in a bin for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.toysfortots.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Toys For Tots&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;the other day, hopefully I just started a trend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #027: Don't let it eat you up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-8287163568298624736?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8287163568298624736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=8287163568298624736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8287163568298624736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8287163568298624736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-know-what-you-did-last-thanksgiving.html' title='I Know What You Did Last Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-814498972903417390</id><published>2011-11-16T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T10:04:00.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Land Of The Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ladies, how many time have you been in a car with a guy who refused to ask for directions despite being hopelessly lost? Yeah,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 15px;"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we've all been there... Guys, below you will find a very special map posted here especially for you! When you figure out how to read it hit me up and you'll get a free beer! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKkXqSN-x5U/TsPlhq0fSYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4V2e9l5-qxk/s1600/article-2061844-0ECF4BE100000578-708_634x903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKkXqSN-x5U/TsPlhq0fSYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4V2e9l5-qxk/s640/article-2061844-0ECF4BE100000578-708_634x903.jpg" width="469" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #511: Be smart but listen to your heart. Everything will fall into place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-814498972903417390?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/814498972903417390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=814498972903417390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/814498972903417390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/814498972903417390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/land-of-lost.html' title='Land Of The Lost'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKkXqSN-x5U/TsPlhq0fSYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4V2e9l5-qxk/s72-c/article-2061844-0ECF4BE100000578-708_634x903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6156210204944252977</id><published>2011-11-06T20:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:45:05.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcel As Eli</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I don't talk about myself much on here so I thought I'd give you me in a nutshell (pun intended). Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/VF9-sEbqDvU?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: Spend time with me damn it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life Lesson #37: What you see isn't always what you get...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-6156210204944252977?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6156210204944252977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6156210204944252977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6156210204944252977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6156210204944252977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/eli-as-marcel.html' title='Marcel As Eli'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-1031221416131033216</id><published>2011-11-01T13:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:44:23.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Halloween I Was Single. What were You?</title><content type='html'>This seemed appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_uscmRI9ZrE?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life Lesson #31: The road to hell is paved with good intentions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-1031221416131033216?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1031221416131033216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=1031221416131033216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1031221416131033216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1031221416131033216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-belated-halloween.html' title='For Halloween I Was Single. What were You?'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_uscmRI9ZrE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3322688999011544591</id><published>2011-10-29T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:00:19.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's snowing.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0kHSCEKbVw/TqxJPpoS6xI/AAAAAAAAAWE/r7iySztneDs/s1600/bitch-quit-lying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0kHSCEKbVw/TqxJPpoS6xI/AAAAAAAAAWE/r7iySztneDs/s400/bitch-quit-lying.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;No really, it's snowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life Lesson #993: I applaude your effort. But in order to beat me at my own game, you MUST be better than me. Clearly, you're not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-3322688999011544591?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3322688999011544591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3322688999011544591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3322688999011544591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3322688999011544591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-to-pretend.html' title='Time To Pretend'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0kHSCEKbVw/TqxJPpoS6xI/AAAAAAAAAWE/r7iySztneDs/s72-c/bitch-quit-lying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3449551149759642483</id><published>2011-10-25T14:16:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:30:51.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got 99 Problems And Bitch You One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="title" style="color: #222222; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-transform: none;"&gt;Oh, the irony.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Almost&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;makes it all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="color: #222222; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lig61fzc6e1qda3eb.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lig61fzc6e1qda3eb.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;P.S: Leash your bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="color: #222222; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-transform: none;"&gt;You know what I thinks is super funny??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The lengths that women will take to get your your boyfriend/lover/crush/significant other, knowing that you are in the picture. G&lt;/span&gt;ive it up girls, it’s pathetic." &amp;nbsp;-Buonasera Little Miss. Young &amp;amp; Naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="color: #222222; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #222222; margin-top: -5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #422: Touché.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-3449551149759642483?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3449551149759642483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3449551149759642483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3449551149759642483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3449551149759642483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-still-here-bitch-and-i-know.html' title='I Got 99 Problems And Bitch You One'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5432502164253274540</id><published>2011-10-19T19:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:24:06.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Promises</title><content type='html'>Your selfishness is the reason for my selflessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2vOQdqQfaqM/Tp9U_v5shuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zuTP3alkqjU/s1600/Ripped_my_heart_out_by_jaken_rox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2vOQdqQfaqM/Tp9U_v5shuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zuTP3alkqjU/s400/Ripped_my_heart_out_by_jaken_rox.jpg" width="388" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #070: Forget me not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5432502164253274540?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5432502164253274540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5432502164253274540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5432502164253274540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5432502164253274540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/broken-promises.html' title='Broken Promises'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2vOQdqQfaqM/Tp9U_v5shuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zuTP3alkqjU/s72-c/Ripped_my_heart_out_by_jaken_rox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-8436010631885782493</id><published>2011-10-17T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:01:09.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did I Leave Off???</title><content type='html'>I haven't moved on, but I have to, because lingering in the past is beyond ALL of my emotional capacity. I have a date with... Well I refuse to say until after the fact. &amp;nbsp;Am I excited? First response is no but I'm not sure. I just want to move forward. I can't stay stuck anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVavvew25kk/Tpyk9rux98I/AAAAAAAAAVc/bXTwdSiJTUo/s1600/mixed_emotions_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVavvew25kk/Tpyk9rux98I/AAAAAAAAAVc/bXTwdSiJTUo/s400/mixed_emotions_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #7: Understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-8436010631885782493?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8436010631885782493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=8436010631885782493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8436010631885782493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8436010631885782493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-did-i-leave-off.html' title='Where Did I Leave Off???'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVavvew25kk/Tpyk9rux98I/AAAAAAAAAVc/bXTwdSiJTUo/s72-c/mixed_emotions_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-816453509098497705</id><published>2011-10-13T12:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:34:04.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Come Undone</title><content type='html'>I hope you're proud of yourself.&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/-kALHT8yeJPc/TpcNc87hpKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/olieyOXv08k/s1600/tim-burton-cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kALHT8yeJPc/TpcNc87hpKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/olieyOXv08k/s400/tim-burton-cartoon.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://meetmeinthedrawingroom.wordpress.com/2009/11/22/tim-burton-bombards-moma/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cupid's True Colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life Lesson #209: Two wrongs don't make a right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I love(d) you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-816453509098497705?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/816453509098497705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=816453509098497705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/816453509098497705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/816453509098497705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/shes-come-undone.html' title='She&apos;s Come Undone'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kALHT8yeJPc/TpcNc87hpKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/olieyOXv08k/s72-c/tim-burton-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6833708293233026706</id><published>2011-10-10T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:01:57.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Oh So (I Knew I Was) Right</title><content type='html'>I. Told. You. So. I knew I wasn't crazy!!! I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hla_hnB2y6Y?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #555: Don't doubt yourself or let anyone convince you that you're a crazy, psycho, bitch, girlfriend. You're not, never were and never will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-6833708293233026706?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6833708293233026706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6833708293233026706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6833708293233026706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6833708293233026706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/ms-oh-so-i-knew-i-was-right.html' title='Ms. Oh So (I Knew I Was) Right'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Hla_hnB2y6Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-9159302800459675047</id><published>2011-10-07T04:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T04:27:58.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' My Nerves</title><content type='html'>Thank you and congratulations. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBkjMB0mJ8s"&gt;You've made me feel insane for being suspicious&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;=| &amp;nbsp;At Some point I'll fill y'all in as to whats going on but not right now. Please, enjoy the the clip above (and note that I aspire to be that woman in a sick twisted kind of way) while I continue to be perplexed by life. I need to write a book...&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/-bshb4fRbw0w/To6tzGGNrXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0b0fs7OATg0/s1600/Well%252C+Well%252C+Well.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bshb4fRbw0w/To6tzGGNrXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0b0fs7OATg0/s400/Well%252C+Well%252C+Well.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #626: Hell hath NO fury like a woman scorned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-9159302800459675047?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/9159302800459675047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=9159302800459675047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/9159302800459675047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/9159302800459675047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/quit-rockin-my-nerves.html' title='Rockin&apos; My Nerves'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bshb4fRbw0w/To6tzGGNrXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0b0fs7OATg0/s72-c/Well%252C+Well%252C+Well.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3355344077703078204</id><published>2011-10-05T23:55:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T04:27:21.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate You More Than Peas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;And I &amp;nbsp;swear if I ever get the chance...&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hah just kidding, well not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVmL3anltZ8/To0ko3fEZII/AAAAAAAAAVA/8LmHYG4UvjQ/s1600/8eb9d966a5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVmL3anltZ8/To0ko3fEZII/AAAAAAAAAVA/8LmHYG4UvjQ/s400/8eb9d966a5.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.museodelprado.es/en/the-collection/online-gallery/on-line-gallery/obra/saturn-devouring-one-of-his-sons/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Saturn Devouring One Of His Sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life Lesson #338: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1d1d1d; line-height: 19px;"&gt;There is a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women.” &amp;nbsp;-Madeleine Albright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1d1d1d; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1d1d1d; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;We'll miss you &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/06/business/steve-jobs-of-apple-dies-at-56.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;the world won't be the same without you.&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/3952445180127651858-3355344077703078204?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3355344077703078204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3355344077703078204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3355344077703078204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3355344077703078204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-you-more-than-peas.html' title='I Hate You More Than Peas!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVmL3anltZ8/To0ko3fEZII/AAAAAAAAAVA/8LmHYG4UvjQ/s72-c/8eb9d966a5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6974201111969778630</id><published>2011-09-25T23:52:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:54:13.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wunderbar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Having a super shitious day. Then I found this. Thank you Daddy Long Legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qsXyRVQN70U?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life Lesson #332:&amp;nbsp;"Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you'll be a mile away&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;you'll have their shoes."&amp;nbsp; -Mr. "Hornet Man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-6974201111969778630?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6974201111969778630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6974201111969778630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6974201111969778630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6974201111969778630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-got-99-problems.html' title='Wunderbar'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qsXyRVQN70U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5278516636451358414</id><published>2011-08-23T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T15:03:37.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid Ain't Ok Cuz You Broke Him!</title><content type='html'>This post has been a LONG time coming and trust me it's just a CHIP off the iceberg! I have a lot more to say about this!!! But for now I'll leave it at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGj4Wb6Z8cw/TlRP4O3vNQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ALd8JDAdwxQ/s1600/broken-cupid-fuck-fuck-off-heart-hurt-Favim.com-60195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGj4Wb6Z8cw/TlRP4O3vNQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ALd8JDAdwxQ/s400/broken-cupid-fuck-fuck-off-heart-hurt-Favim.com-60195.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Life Lesson #425: BITCH PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5278516636451358414?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5278516636451358414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5278516636451358414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5278516636451358414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5278516636451358414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/cupid-aint-ok-cuz-you-broke-him.html' title='Cupid Ain&apos;t Ok Cuz You Broke Him!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGj4Wb6Z8cw/TlRP4O3vNQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ALd8JDAdwxQ/s72-c/broken-cupid-fuck-fuck-off-heart-hurt-Favim.com-60195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-1373799069740213935</id><published>2011-08-15T23:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:56:49.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost But Not Found</title><content type='html'>So I've finally gotten the one thing that I thought I really wanted. But now that I have it I &lt;strike&gt;don't think&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;know that's not what I want anymore or ever again. I want what I had because what I had made me happy. I'm not sure why though? I'm one of those people who is happy when everyone else is happy. So yeah, it's clearly a LONG story that's WAY beyond my emotional capacity at the moment. I'm not sure what I'm doing right now. I need a fucking hiatus. No joke. I know one person who would tell me this is my karma. I don't doubt that for a second, but I don't need anyone else to tell me I fucked up. Trust me I'm well aware!!!&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/-dfyN7ByG3lY/Tknis9RcP9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/y-1n0ILdlBs/s1600/tumblr_l3cg54HsQm1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfyN7ByG3lY/Tknis9RcP9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/y-1n0ILdlBs/s400/tumblr_l3cg54HsQm1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #749: The right decision is obvious, but the wrong decision is easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-1373799069740213935?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1373799069740213935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=1373799069740213935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1373799069740213935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1373799069740213935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost But Not Found'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfyN7ByG3lY/Tknis9RcP9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/y-1n0ILdlBs/s72-c/tumblr_l3cg54HsQm1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-2707468266203569766</id><published>2011-08-06T00:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:58:26.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bringing Eli Back</title><content type='html'>It's been 301 days since my last blog entry. I'm embarrassed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpPMBUbljas/TjzCF6HnAgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iCtFLQjj30k/s1600/CRI_93901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpPMBUbljas/TjzCF6HnAgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iCtFLQjj30k/s400/CRI_93901.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moma.org/collection/object.php?object_id=89360"&gt;OH! MY GOD! I MISS YOU.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #862: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-2707468266203569766?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2707468266203569766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=2707468266203569766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2707468266203569766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2707468266203569766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m Bringing Eli Back'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpPMBUbljas/TjzCF6HnAgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iCtFLQjj30k/s72-c/CRI_93901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-8326043467308389245</id><published>2010-10-09T23:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:58:53.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Captain Obvious</title><content type='html'>Men the following is an open letter especially for you-&lt;br /&gt;I would like to remind you of a very important "relationship rule". Unless you're ignorant and looking for a fight DO NOT SAY ANYTHING NEGATIVE ABOUT YOUR GIRLFRIENDS WEIGHT. If you happen to have something to say to your girlfriend about the way she looks, please take a minute to think about. Is what you have to say worth a fight? Does it sound bad no matter how much you sugarcoat it? Do you want to hear never ending bitching about how you're a jerk? Are you prepared to get "the look"? Or hear it from her gaggle of gal pals? I didn't think so. The point I'm making here is somethings are better left unsaid *cough, cough B-Bo*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TLDlxCmy-MI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sY59bLeCtPU/s1600/Captain+Obvious(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TLDlxCmy-MI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sY59bLeCtPU/s400/Captain+Obvious(1).jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Life Lesson #109: Sometimes, there's a need to censor yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-8326043467308389245?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8326043467308389245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=8326043467308389245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8326043467308389245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8326043467308389245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you-captain-obvious.html' title='Thank You Captain Obvious'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TLDlxCmy-MI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sY59bLeCtPU/s72-c/Captain+Obvious(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5146967869044153632</id><published>2010-09-14T16:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:59:07.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MUY CALIENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TI_frAYIQRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0zSEQ31DalU/s1600/56141467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TI_frAYIQRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0zSEQ31DalU/s400/56141467.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #Epic Win: Rafa is God. Bow down to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5146967869044153632?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5146967869044153632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5146967869044153632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5146967869044153632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5146967869044153632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/09/epic-win.html' title='MUY CALIENTE'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TI_frAYIQRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0zSEQ31DalU/s72-c/56141467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-7745957096452164862</id><published>2010-09-12T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:27:51.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>United We Stand</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone took some time to reflect yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TIzf1Ed_rMI/AAAAAAAAATw/tYuBwUj_BAU/s1600/CRI_136377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TIzf1Ed_rMI/AAAAAAAAATw/tYuBwUj_BAU/s400/CRI_136377.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moma.org/collection/browse_results.php?criteria=O%3AAD%3AE%3A2923&amp;amp;page_number=1&amp;amp;template_id=1&amp;amp;sort_order=1"&gt;Flag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #911: We're ALL in this together. Respect! Respect! Respect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-7745957096452164862?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7745957096452164862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=7745957096452164862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7745957096452164862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7745957096452164862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/09/united-we-stand.html' title='United We Stand'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TIzf1Ed_rMI/AAAAAAAAATw/tYuBwUj_BAU/s72-c/CRI_136377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6133613811256770962</id><published>2010-09-02T02:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:35:14.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh Not The U.S. Ooo My God You Just Made My Wildest Fantasy Come True!!!</title><content type='html'>"Oh!!! My!!! God!!! You just made my wildest fantasy come true!!!" Those ladies and gentlemen were the exact words that I shouted when I met my future husband Rafa a.k.a.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.rafaelnadal.com/"&gt;Rafael Nadal&lt;/a&gt;. I'm still in a state of shock even tough this happened last weekend while I was attending &lt;a href="http://usta.usopen.org/ArthurAsheKidsDay/?promo=subnav"&gt;Arthur Ashe Kids Day&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.usopen.org/en_US/index.html"&gt;U.S. Open&lt;/a&gt;. Ok, lets see if I can get the whole story out without getting flustered (keep in mind meeting Rafa has been my dream for like the past six years). Soooo, it all started a few years back when I volunteered to work at the &lt;a href="http://endowment.arthurashe.org/"&gt;Arthur Ashe Endowment&lt;/a&gt; booth out at the Open. I made friends with another lady who also worked there and over the years we became good friends. So, I ran into her last Saturday and she was on her way to get a few things signed by the players to auction off to raise money for the Endowment and asked if I wanted to go with her *um hell yeah*. So, (geez I say "so" a lot) we're sitting waiting for the players to come in and sign this stuff and I'm praying Rafa comes in first because I really have to pee and there is no way I'm gonna go to the bathroom!!! With my luck Rafa will most def come in while I'm going potty... And of course he doesn't come in first *ugh* I would have been pissed (no pun intended) but I got to meet and see a lot of cool folk. &lt;a href="http://www.nickcannon.com/"&gt;Nick Cannon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.theqside.com/"&gt;Quddus Philippe&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.andyroddick.com/"&gt;Andy Roddick&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://melanieoudin.com/"&gt;Melanie Oudin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rogerfederer.com/en/index.cfm"&gt;Roger Federer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sport.be/kimclijsters/eng/"&gt;Kim Clijsters&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.novakdjokovic.rs/index.php?jezik=2"&gt;Novak Djokovic&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and for all you crazy tweens &lt;a href="http://www.jonasbrothers.com/"&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/a&gt;. And then finally, finally, finally in walks Rafa!!! My hands started shaking, my heart was pounding like crazy and according to the people around me I turned bright red. Somehow, I managed to walk up to him and introduce myself. I said "hi my name is Eli and I just wanted to introduce myself" I stuck my hand out to shake his hand and instead of a hand shake I got a KISS on the cheek *gasp* OMG can't function must find chair to sit in slowly start to move away when Rafa says in his sexy Spanish accent "No, I kiss both cheek" thats when I shouted "Oh!!! My!!! God!!! You just made my wildest fantasy come true!!!" And I don't remember much of what happened next but I did get a picture with him =D&amp;nbsp;Now if you'd please excuse me, with the meeting Rafael Nadal&amp;nbsp;I have just reached my ultimate lifetime goal and need some time to figure out what to do with the rest of my life...&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/_7atS5Xzt__4/TH9CwEUWEOI/AAAAAAAAATg/-UeNCqIpkiU/s1600/Rafael+Nadal-blurette.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TH9CwEUWEOI/AAAAAAAAATg/-UeNCqIpkiU/s400/Rafael+Nadal-blurette.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Weekly Obsessions&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/the_first_48/index.jsp"&gt;The First 48&lt;/a&gt;, I LOVE this show!!! I'm totally addicted and I'm totally ok with that lol. And weekly obsession number two &lt;a href="http://www.drinkdreamwater.com/?gclid=CI2rsp3_56MCFWBd5QodURYZ2w"&gt;Dream Water&lt;/a&gt;. I have serious sleep issues and this stuff really works but it tastes like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #Oh Em Gee: RAFA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-6133613811256770962?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6133613811256770962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6133613811256770962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6133613811256770962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6133613811256770962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/09/ugh-not-us-ooo-my-god-you-just-made-my.html' title='Ugh Not The U.S. Ooo My God You Just Made My Wildest Fantasy Come True!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TH9CwEUWEOI/AAAAAAAAATg/-UeNCqIpkiU/s72-c/Rafael+Nadal-blurette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-8687354076307674141</id><published>2010-08-23T23:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:49:19.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Have A Mononucleosis On The Rocks With A Slice Of Lyme</title><content type='html'>So I'm checking my voicemails and I get one from my most beloved Doctor... NOT. She starts off by saying the results of my blood work have come in (hallelujah) and they are consistent with Lyme Disease. Wait what did she just say??? Lyme Disease?!? No, not possible. I live in NYC!!! Come on now, I have a hard time going to Central Park. The thought of the country and grass and dirt and bugs and fresh air and all that jazz makes me wanna shower in Purell. I just could not believe what this woman was telling me!!! She then went on to say, oh no wait I'm sorry I meant to say Mono not Lyme. Oh. My. God. Really?!? See Jenya I TOLD YOU this woman was wack-a-doodle-crazy!!! So, I have Mono y'all I'm not a crazy Hypochondriac. I'm really pissed I missed the entire summer being sick and sleeping. What a waste!!! Why can't I ever get sick during the school year??? It never happens. That actually reminds me of a story from way back in the day like 3rd grade. One of my classmates, Miss. H had a brother Mr. J who one day hit his head really hard on the ice while in hockey practice. We were all really worried about him and the next day all asked her how he was doing. I kid you not her (almost) exact words were, "oh he's fine. I just don't understand why he always gets hurt/sick and gets to miss school and I always get sick on vacation or on the weekends" Amen sister I'm wondering the same thing!!! I'm going on moth three of being sick so my Mommy is taking me for more blood work on Friday *yay*. But in other news because I'm tired of all things having to do with being sick... B-Bo took me to see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dinosaurlive.com/"&gt;Walking With Dinosaurs&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;a few weeks ago. We now call it Sleeping With Dinosaurs because it was so damn boring!!! In return I took him to see &lt;a href="http://www.blueman.com/tickets/new_york"&gt;Blue Man Group&lt;/a&gt; it was amazing, everyone must go see it at once!!! We also went &lt;a href="http://www.gpny.com/"&gt;go kart racing&lt;/a&gt;. I hated it but B-Bo had a blast. Luckily, they had arcade games and a BAR =) so all was not lost for me lol. It's worth a trip if you have a chance ask for Josh he's the best!!! I babysit Mr. O on Saturday and he done gone lost his mind. I swear he was possessed by the devil. Shit was flying everywhere. I have never witnessed anything like it (except for when I used to throw temper tantrums hah...) I taped it and have every intention of playing it on his 18th Birthday haha karma }=D One last thing before we wrap this up. OMG B-Bo has been getting on my last frinkin' nerve all summer. He's been nagging me about being lazy because I have no energy to do anything ugh I just want to punch him in the face sometimes. And on top of that all I do is clean up his mess I feel like Cinderella and I kinda look like her too a little sickly... Wait hold on isn't she a PRINCESS!!! Holler lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for something NEW &amp;amp; FUN =D I proudly introduce my weekly obsession(s): This week I have two. First up, &lt;a href="http://www.febreze.com/en-us/products/febreze_air_effects_lavender_vanilla_comfort.aspx"&gt;Febreze Air Effects&lt;/a&gt; the Lavender Vanilla scent. And the second thing is &lt;a href="http://www.naturevalley.com/ProductDetail.aspx?ProductId=37"&gt;Nature Valley Granola Thins&lt;/a&gt; with dark chocolate (only 80 calories ladies!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/THM1fZFjdYI/AAAAAAAAATI/zSez8eqCxxg/s1600/cinderella4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/THM1fZFjdYI/AAAAAAAAATI/zSez8eqCxxg/s400/cinderella4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #117: &amp;nbsp;I am so NOT a slave for you or anybody else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-8687354076307674141?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8687354076307674141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=8687354076307674141&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8687354076307674141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8687354076307674141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-have-mononucleosis-on-rocks-with.html' title='I&apos;ll Have A Mononucleosis On The Rocks With A Slice Of Lyme'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/THM1fZFjdYI/AAAAAAAAATI/zSez8eqCxxg/s72-c/cinderella4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6242861930679515661</id><published>2010-07-17T11:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T07:00:46.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Mend</title><content type='html'>Phew *wipes sweat off of brow*. This has been such a shit summer so far, not as bad as last summer by any means but still not ideal. I think things might be turning around so I'm almost but not quite yet über excited. Let's see, I moved wow almost three weeks ago and today I will be unpacking my last box hooray!!! I've moved every year for the past five years. I don't know why. I HATE moving it is one of the most stressful things ever. Packing, unpacking, getting acquainted with a new neighborhood, neighbors, new building and a bunch of other stuff. This time I got lucky, I moved like six blocks away from my old apartment so everything was pretty easy. Gotta say I'm totally in love with my new place. Even though it's smaller than my last one it's brighter and feels more like home. It's gonna look great when I'm all settled in I can't wait to have people over =D Aside from moving I've been sick for over a month and it's driving me crazy!!! At first I thought it was &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/mononucleosis/DS00352"&gt;Mono&lt;/a&gt; because I was tired all the frickin' time and had zero energy. But now I'm thinking something else. I've been Googling my heart out trying to find a diagnosis (and I think I have) because I'm tired of going to "Dr. I'm Stealing All Of Your Money" thank you very much. Because I've been so tired I haven't been able to go to work which sucks my invisible c**k. All I do is sit at home all day and take the occasional walk if I have the energy. No bueno. The only good think thats come out of being homebound is I've finally gotten to spend some time working on my iTunes. I've been meaning to give it a face lift for a while I mean I had stuff from high school on there that was just total crap. Anyway, I've been rocking my &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/#/account/sign-in/"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt; and heard of this &lt;a href="http://www.listentoyoutube.com/"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/a&gt; website through the grapevine. It extracts the audio from youtube videos and turns it into mp3's files... hello free music!!! I haven't decided how I feel about this yet. I've dated musicians in the past (as you all know lol) and I feel like they should be paid for their work. Like if I worked hard on something I wouldn't want it to be free.&amp;nbsp;Just taking it without paying doesn't feel ethical.&amp;nbsp;IDK I can't really explain it but I think you guys get what &amp;nbsp;I'm trying to say. But for now I'm taking total advantage my "right" to free music. Ok time to wrap this baby up. One last thing before I go because I couldn't do a blog entry without talking about &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-serious.html"&gt;B-Bo&lt;/a&gt;. We've been fighting a lot lately. I was busy with work (not anymore tho...) he was busy with his stuff. I was stressed because I was moving and then I got sick and I felt like he didn't understand and wasn't spending time with me. There was a lot of he said she said and it's not my fault it's your fault whatever I'm done talking about it we both said and did some pretty evil shit but what's done is done and it's time to move on. Last night he came over we had dinner, went for a walk and we set up my TV overall it was nice that is until I cracked. I've just been feeling so upset/sad about everything that happened and I told him I couldn't handle the stress, tension and fighting anymore so we'll see where things go from here. I'm not too worried, actually I'm pretty optimistic about our relationship. Happy Saturday enjoy your weekend everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.blankbaby.com/.a/6a00d8341c44f153ef011570172afa970b-pi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://blog.blankbaby.com/.a/6a00d8341c44f153ef011570172afa970b-pi" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy 102nd Birthday to Ms. G!!! God forbid I live to be that old, but if I do I hope I end up being just like her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #110: Ladies, let's not be ditzy in our quest for independence... Placing a step ladder in ones bathtub and proceeding to climb it our highest six inch, two-toned, purple, patent leather heels is a REALLY bad idea. I mean changing a light bulb isn't worth breaking a heel especially when your boyfriend is 6' 5"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-6242861930679515661?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6242861930679515661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6242861930679515661&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6242861930679515661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6242861930679515661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-mend.html' title='On The Mend'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-8764306556509471790</id><published>2010-07-09T13:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:40:55.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Shout Out</title><content type='html'>Today is a very special day. It's my Mom's Birthday. She's turning 39... AGAIN!!! Happy Birthday Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TDdh_mh293I/AAAAAAAAATA/5cWT-cvUupA/s1600/Ageing.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TDdh_mh293I/AAAAAAAAATA/5cWT-cvUupA/s400/Ageing.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Update: As you all know I'm a huge sports fan but more importantly I'm a HUGE Yankees fan. Today "The Boss" &lt;a href="http://mlb.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20100713&amp;amp;content_id=12229350&amp;amp;vkey=news_mlb&amp;amp;fext=.jsp&amp;amp;c_id=mlb"&gt;George Steinbrenner&lt;/a&gt; passed away. Really sad news. He was a great man we can all lean a lot from him. He'll be missed greatly R.I.P.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #079: Unfortunately, we will all grow old and turn into our Mothers (ahh the horror).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-8764306556509471790?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8764306556509471790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=8764306556509471790&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8764306556509471790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8764306556509471790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-jenya.html' title='A Birthday Shout Out'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TDdh_mh293I/AAAAAAAAATA/5cWT-cvUupA/s72-c/Ageing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-4021476178608211764</id><published>2010-06-18T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:22:38.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Summer!!!</title><content type='html'>Well hello blogging world. This time when I say it's been too long I mean it. I've been sooooo busy. I'm moving, my Daschund Ella had a scare with her back, I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.bronxzoo.com/"&gt;zoo&lt;/a&gt;, had a meltdown, got a 3rd job, let B-Bo purchase fireworks =\, got a Keratin Treatment in my hair (love it), sent my Mom off to CA for a month (not long enough), got 7 pet snails lol, um yeah busy, busy, busy!!! Hope everyone is watching the &lt;a href="http://www.fifa.com/"&gt;World Cup&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://newyork.yankees.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=nyy"&gt;Yankee Baseball&lt;/a&gt; and of course &lt;a href="http://www.wimbledon.org/en_GB/index.html"&gt;Tennis&lt;/a&gt;!!! Stay cool and catch ya later =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TBvje24FVxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KN6K96dgYMk/s1600/IMG00427-20100530-0848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TBvje24FVxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KN6K96dgYMk/s400/IMG00427-20100530-0848.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #124: Summer = Bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-4021476178608211764?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4021476178608211764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=4021476178608211764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4021476178608211764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4021476178608211764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-summer.html' title='Happy Summer!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/TBvje24FVxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KN6K96dgYMk/s72-c/IMG00427-20100530-0848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-1180257805558186456</id><published>2010-05-10T11:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:14:58.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Mother's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>So I haven't updated in a while. I must say it's been a conscious decision on my part. I've been super busy with life but I promise to post something before the end of the week, lots to cover. Catch you later and Happy belated Mother's Day Jenya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/cNkp4QF3we8/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNkp4QF3we8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNkp4QF3we8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #284: Mom I love you?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-1180257805558186456?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1180257805558186456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=1180257805558186456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1180257805558186456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1180257805558186456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-belated-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Belated Mother&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-795796399297181848</id><published>2010-04-23T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:26:47.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Serious</title><content type='html'>This week flew by like whoa. I did my regular thing you know babysit and hang with &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneynature/oceans/"&gt;B-Bo&lt;/a&gt;. This week we went to the Central Park Zoo. It was... well let's just say it's a small zoo, there were lots of people and in my view not enough animals. I had fun at the petting zoo though, I met another cow who I fell in love with he was soooo cute!!! &amp;nbsp;And can we all have a party celebrating the doorman strike that thankfully didn't happen =D I was so nervous, I didn't realize how much they did until I almost lost them. So props to them!!! That's about it for this week. I've been sick like stuffy nose, dry throat and clogged ears so yeah. I don't think it's allergies so a trip to the doctor might be in order. Ohhh and before I forget I saw &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneynature/oceans/"&gt;Oceans&lt;/a&gt; yesterday for Earth Day. Despite having a fear of fish and open water I thought it was really good you all should go see it. And just for a second I need to put something serious on the table. How many times have you ever said or heard someone say "I'm going to kill myself" or "I wish I were dead" over something totally lame like a bad grade, weight gain, a fight, or anything. I have but didn't really think much of what I was actually saying until this week. I found out someone B-Bo was friends with had killed himself. Really, really tragic. So if you or anyone you know is having a tough time or thinking about doing something dumb please don't. They're lots of way to get &lt;a href="http://suicidehotlines.com/"&gt;help&lt;/a&gt;. Ok just had to get that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S9HJvTX2_1I/AAAAAAAAASo/zgMjbsL_QIc/s1600/Burial_at_Ornans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S9HJvTX2_1I/AAAAAAAAASo/zgMjbsL_QIc/s400/Burial_at_Ornans.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musee-orsay.fr/en/collections/index-of-works/notice.html?no_cache=1&amp;amp;nnumid=000924&amp;amp;cHash=c102f95d65"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Burial at Ornans&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #327: No one ever said life would be easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-795796399297181848?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/795796399297181848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=795796399297181848&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/795796399297181848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/795796399297181848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-serious.html' title='Something Serious'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S9HJvTX2_1I/AAAAAAAAASo/zgMjbsL_QIc/s72-c/Burial_at_Ornans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-9211961467668950582</id><published>2010-04-14T12:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:13:50.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys, Boys, Boys!!!</title><content type='html'>I really need to update more often!!! By the time I get around to writing on my blog so much has happened I can't talk about everything but this week I'll try to fit it all in. Let's see last week (I think) the weather here in NYC was amazing think 90 degrees. Anyway, I had to babysit Mr. O and his two cousins on one of those really hot days. There was no way I was gonna be able to watch a 3 year old, a 6 year old and an 8 year old all by myself so I somehow managed to get &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-almost-easter.html"&gt;B-Bo&lt;/a&gt; to help me out. We took the boys to Grand Central Station, Toys R Us, Central Park and FAO Schwarz. It was a ton of fun and the boys really liked B-Bo they were all over him at the park, super cute. We only had one minor meltdown at FAO but I fixed that right quick!!! And can we talk about how weird people are for a sec?! So we're walking through Central Park and this old man with a walker keeps telling the boys "I love you" if I hadn't been laughing so hard I would have ran. All I could think about was Mr. Herbert from Family Guy, bad I know =\ Ok time to change the topic. Oh I know let's talk about how I fell off of my bike and busted my knee FML. All I have to say about that is people are dumb and I love animals. I spent a lot of time at MSG in the past week or so. I took B-Bo to a Rangers game and my friend Ms. N to see the Knicks. The home team won both times but were losers in the end as both of their seasons are over. That's ok though because now I can focus all of my attention on Yankees baseball woot woot!!! The season started last week and I had a little get together well it was more of a reason to drink beer and eat pizza without guilt lol. The night quickly went downhill after &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/03/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt; sent me an IM. OMG it was so random. I mean yeah it was nice to talk to him but I was caught way off guard and totally lost my shit for the rest of the week. I mean it was ugly but I'm glad we got to talk a bit... Ugh, thats it I guess. I'm a little bit sick because I was sneezed on my a snotty 3 year old but whatever it's all good. Oh, I almost forgot don't forget to check out my new &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=105529714257364904855.000483a7588217ea78af5&amp;amp;ll=40.744916,-73.975754&amp;amp;spn=0.065027,0.085831&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;source=embed"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt; over there on the right to see where I've been and as always you can find pictures on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrohsowrong"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8EGDJiTqGrc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8EGDJiTqGrc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;Life Lesson #183: Change is hard but good.&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/3952445180127651858-9211961467668950582?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/9211961467668950582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=9211961467668950582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/9211961467668950582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/9211961467668950582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-boys-boys.html' title='Boys, Boys, Boys!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-724688139662122248</id><published>2010-04-02T16:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:27:16.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Almost Easter</title><content type='html'>As always happy Friday everyone. Boy oh boy has it been a long week I'm so ready for the weekend. Let's see Monday Tuesday were my babysitting days. I had to be at Mr. O's house at 8:30am on Tuesday =\ we made volcanoes and slime. What a way to start the day! I must say I did have a good time and it kept him busy for a good 2 hours!!! On Wednesday I finally got girl time. I hit up the spa for a mani/pedi and a much needed eyebrow wax. It was so relaxing you have no idea =D It also turned out to be the perfect week for a pedi because the weather here has been so nice I broke out my flip flops woot, woot lol. Yesterday I played a truly evil April Fools Day joke on &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-legs-hurt.html"&gt;B-Bo&lt;/a&gt; he was not happy. I know he's gonna get me back hopefully he'll be nice when he does, eh fat chance of that happening... This morning I went to watch B-Bo play hockey. He got new goalie pads so he was really excited to test them out. From what I hear they get a passing grade. Thats about it for today. I'm headed out for a bike ride in a bit and tomorrow I'm going to MoMA with B-Bo and his Dad (I'm nervous). Oh don't forget Sunday is Opening Day &lt;a href="http://newyork.yankees.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=nyy"&gt;Yankees&lt;/a&gt; v. Red Sox at Fenway. GO YANKEES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S7pHi-cXjVI/AAAAAAAAASg/nWZPep-3hhM/s1600/asswhat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S7pHi-cXjVI/AAAAAAAAASg/nWZPep-3hhM/s400/asswhat.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Life Lesson #139: The Easter Bunny, Santa and The Tooth Fairy are wrong on so many levels!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-724688139662122248?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/724688139662122248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=724688139662122248&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/724688139662122248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/724688139662122248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-almost-easter.html' title='Happy Almost Easter'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S7pHi-cXjVI/AAAAAAAAASg/nWZPep-3hhM/s72-c/asswhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5256955942164292405</id><published>2010-03-27T18:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:05:07.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Legs Hurt!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Saturday everyone hope you all had a good week. Mine was busy, busy, busy!!! On Monday, spent seven hours babysitting. Everything was going really well until lunch time when his Mom let him have Tiger Cake (don't ask long story). Mr. O went from zero to sixty in less than a second. I took him to gymnastics with two of his buddies after that and he got in major trouble with the teacher. He got warnings, timeouts and a bad report. He wasn't listening and was talking back not good... But he's three so what can you do. Luckily, I spent my entire day out of my apartment because there was no water in the building while the pipes were being fixed. Then on Tuesday, I took all three of my rugrats to the vet. Everyone got a good report except for Little Miss. Lil, she has a trip to the doggie dentist in the not so distant future. Wednesday, wasn't that bad I hung out with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-much-to-talk-about.html"&gt;B-Bo&lt;/a&gt; in the afternoon then had my math/bio tutoring session in the evening. Actually, &lt;span id="goog_53446262"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_53446263"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was going to come over for dinner but we're going to do it another time =( Thursday was an exciting day because I *wait for it* finally got my &lt;a href="http://www.fujibikes.com/LifeStyle/ClassicSeries/Feather.aspx"&gt;pink bike&lt;/a&gt;!!! I went with B-Bo to a place&amp;nbsp;called &lt;a href="http://www.metrobicycles.com/CS/CS.html"&gt;Canal Street Bicycles&lt;/a&gt; they had a million and one bikes in there totally worth a visit if you're ever in that area. Only issue I had was that they were so slow god we were in there all day. Anyway, after that we rode back to my house then to Brooklyn to B-Bo's house. By the time I got there my head was pounding and I couldn't feel my legs. I fell asleep and slept through dinner oops... I had no idea how out of shape I am, not good. Speaking of weight I got two new pairs of &lt;a href="http://www.jbrandjeans.com/store/productslist.aspx?categoryid=60&amp;amp;Page=0&amp;amp;sort=bestsellers&amp;amp;gclid=CJPcl5j22aACFVk65QodETMuAQ"&gt;jeans&lt;/a&gt; the other day. It was really a catch 22 because the &lt;a href="http://www.bloomingdales.com/"&gt;store&lt;/a&gt; I went to was having a promotion on jeans and I had my own $50.00 gift card so I saved like $83.00 yay but I had to size up because I got fat ='( Serious FML moment!!! Then yesterday, I babysat again. I'd still like to know where the hell kids get all their energy from it's not normal or fair!!! Today has been a slow day for the most part. I got groceries, did some cleaning and I'm thinking that tonight will be for me. I haven't gotten me time in a while. Have a great weekend guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: So much for me time. Going to B-Bo's for dinner. I'm totally gonna get lost on the subway ugh... Oh and I almost forgot!!! Guys if you go out on a date with a girl and she 1.) Ignores you 2.) Doesn't return your calls, texts, emails, etc. or 3.) Tells you she's not into you. DO NOT keep asking for a date and/or calling. That shit is messed up do you hear me &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/a&gt;!!! One more time and I'm contacting the authorities no joke.&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/_7atS5Xzt__4/S66Ba1iYyRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4Nn47q-Z2H4/s1600/4463018133_e1f956f72b_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S66Ba1iYyRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4Nn47q-Z2H4/s400/4463018133_e1f956f72b_m.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #091: Must workout more often!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5256955942164292405?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5256955942164292405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5256955942164292405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5256955942164292405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5256955942164292405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-legs-hurt.html' title='My Legs Hurt!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S66Ba1iYyRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4Nn47q-Z2H4/s72-c/4463018133_e1f956f72b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3525956772956097762</id><published>2010-03-18T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:33:19.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Talk About</title><content type='html'>Wow, wow, wow!!! It's been WAY too long tons has happened in the last two weeks or so, so this is gonna be a long update. Let's see where to start? I guess starting with B-Bo would be a good idea... We've been total foodies as of late. We went to some really weird &lt;a href="http://www.sakebardecibel.com/"&gt;Japanese&lt;/a&gt; place a few weeks ago it wasn't worth the price tag but it had cool decor. You could write on the walls and I took advantage of that lol. We tried our hand at making homemade sushi it was pretty good and pizza yum and chocolate chocolate chip muffins! Next up is pasta =) Um, we went to a &lt;a href="http://rangers.nhl.com/"&gt;Rangers&lt;/a&gt; game at MSG, my first NHL experience. They lost but it was still fun. I sat next to a kid named Matthew. He was a huge Rangers fan and a very talkative 6 year old, adorable!!! Of course, we've been shopping. We hit up a kitchen supply &lt;a href="http://www.broadwaypanhandler.com/broadway/default.asp?s_id=0"&gt;store&lt;/a&gt; to get a pizza brick and new wooden spoons for B-Bo's Grandma, fed his sneaked addiction (I'll save that story for a rainy day) and stopped in his &lt;a href="http://www.uniqlo.com/us/"&gt;favorite&lt;/a&gt; store. We've also been trying to find me a bike. I'm sure every bike store in the city knows I'm hunting for a hot pink bike at this point... I think thats all the B-Bo news for now. Let's talk about my apartment for a second. I'm still working on my walk in closet not as easy as I thought it would be but whateves. The real issue is my water. The building is having a problem with pipes crossing and the hot water is a pain in my ass. It's either scalding or ice cold. So that sucks. I'm totally all over the place today so sorry for this jumbled entry. So to wrap things up, school is good. Work is good. My dogs are good }=[ at Ella though. Weather is awesome and I'm hanging in there. Ok thats all I can manage to get out now. I'll be back with an update soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S6KN6-ZyDaI/AAAAAAAAASI/-SP83AqbmaE/s1600-h/IMG00197-20100316-2144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S6KN6-ZyDaI/AAAAAAAAASI/-SP83AqbmaE/s400/IMG00197-20100316-2144.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #889: Don't forget to stop and smell the roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-3525956772956097762?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3525956772956097762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3525956772956097762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3525956772956097762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3525956772956097762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-much-to-talk-about.html' title='So Much To Talk About'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S6KN6-ZyDaI/AAAAAAAAASI/-SP83AqbmaE/s72-c/IMG00197-20100316-2144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-2514226619608073848</id><published>2010-03-07T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:42:59.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Up Is Hard To Do!!!</title><content type='html'>Where to start!!?? Ok This weekend was like the weekend form HELL. I should have known I was in for a rough one when &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html"&gt;Mr. Bi-Polo&lt;/a&gt; sent me a BBM on Friday. I was like what the hell does he want?! I thought I'd gotten rid of him. He wanted to know if I wanted to hangout I said no. Hopefully, that will be the last I hear from him! Then &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-just-another-rainy-day.html"&gt;Mr. S&lt;/a&gt; sent me a text saying "hey" um why??? Moving right along to the main event. On Saturday night &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bit-of-this-and-little-bit-of.html"&gt;B-Bo&lt;/a&gt; was taking me to see Alice in Wonderland. We're walking to the&amp;nbsp;theater&amp;nbsp;and I have an epic meltdown. I was crying in the middle of the street then had to sit on the sidewalk and call my Mother all because of &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/io-e-tu.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt;. To make a long story short the theater was the same one I used to go to with Mr. Dapper D, lots of memories came back. On top of that a year ago this weekend I was in Chicago visiting him and well yeah no need to talk about that =( Anyway, B-Bo got it and it's all good but I still feel really bad and über embarrassed...&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/_7atS5Xzt__4/S5QPFk-DHJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/j-cUxRkCmW8/s1600-h/gu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S5QPFk-DHJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/j-cUxRkCmW8/s400/gu.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&amp;amp;sl=it&amp;amp;u=http://www.firenzemusei.it/00_english/sanmarco/index.html&amp;amp;ei=XA6US_TjG9TqlAeJ6P37AQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=translate&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ved=0CAsQ7gEwAA&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3DMuseo%2Bdi%2BSan%2BMarco%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den"&gt;The Last Judgement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life Lesson #800:&amp;nbsp;Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're gonna get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-2514226619608073848?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2514226619608073848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=2514226619608073848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2514226619608073848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2514226619608073848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/03/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Breaking Up Is Hard To Do!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S5QPFk-DHJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/j-cUxRkCmW8/s72-c/gu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5267152323788927183</id><published>2010-02-26T17:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:14:18.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit Of This And A Little Bit Of That</title><content type='html'>Friday seems to be that day for blog updates! I have been so busy as of late that I haven't had time to do much of anything. Let's start on Monday. I was feeling really *blah* but I had to babysit Mr. O my favorite three year old. He was sick too but boy did he have a lot of energy =/ We made art for his parents and he insisted that we hide it in the freezer lol. Then I had jury duty on Tuesday and Wednesday. It was my first time doing it. I was lucky because the case I got was short and only lasted for two days. The process involves a lot of waiting which I'm not fond of but the thing that really bothered me was being on a jury in the first place. I mean what gives me the right to make such an important decision!? We found the person in my case guilty but I'm 23 years old I don't feel like making decisions that impact someones life like that is something I should be doing. It just doesn't seem right to me... Anyway, I started taking some classes online this week. I'm doing math and science *cry* but it's only for ten weeks then I'm headed back to "real school" in the fall. That pretty much covers my week. I did do some rearranging in my apartment so things are crazy, decorating is hard work! And of course I've been chilling with my &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick-day.html"&gt;B-Bo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(a.k.a. Mr. B) watching Olympic hockey. Have a great weekend and if you got as much snow as we did here in NYC then stay warm and build a snowman or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S4hPeE46tqI/AAAAAAAAARY/F2BQL_fQ7PE/s1600-h/mi030921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S4hPeE46tqI/AAAAAAAAARY/F2BQL_fQ7PE/s400/mi030921.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #621: Don't bite off more than you can chew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5267152323788927183?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5267152323788927183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5267152323788927183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5267152323788927183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5267152323788927183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bit-of-this-and-little-bit-of.html' title='A Little Bit Of This And A Little Bit Of That'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S4hPeE46tqI/AAAAAAAAARY/F2BQL_fQ7PE/s72-c/mi030921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-794108685170185556</id><published>2010-02-19T17:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:43:29.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy the past few weeks I'm sorry I haven't had time to do an update but here it goes. Last weekend &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt; (my new boyfriend!!!) was sick so on Valentines Day we just stayed in and watched TV. However, by Monday he was feeling better and that "secret" place he was taking me for &lt;a href="http://johnnyutahs.verbsite.com/index.html"&gt;dinner&lt;/a&gt; almost made me lose it. He took me to a place with a mechanical bull for our first official date. I was fuming the entire night was he kidding me?! I spent my day primping myself and being all excited for this? Ugh, why me... By Wednesday I had calmed down a bit and forgave him lol. Then he took me to his house yesterday and I met his Brother, Uncle, Grandma, Grandpa, someones girlfriend, his cats and hamster. They were all really nice typical old school Brooklyn folk. I think we might give his room a facelift next week because it really needs some TLC. More on that later. Anyway, that's about it. Oh in my first attempt to be a good girlfriend I took care of Mr. B last week when he was sick and what did I get in return? Yep thats right I got sick =/ Have a amazing weekend guys I'll catch you next week. And remember you can keep up with me and my crazy life over on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MrOhSoWrong"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrohsowrong"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I wana wish a very Happy Birthday to my friend Ms. S!!! She's turning 23 on Sunday =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S38QgYzYrlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Rf4pxos_W_0/s1600-h/feel_sick-700625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S38QgYzYrlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Rf4pxos_W_0/s400/feel_sick-700625.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #777: Being sick sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-794108685170185556?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/794108685170185556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=794108685170185556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/794108685170185556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/794108685170185556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S38QgYzYrlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Rf4pxos_W_0/s72-c/feel_sick-700625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-1734312584023456451</id><published>2010-02-14T18:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:26:09.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♡ Happy Valentines Day ♡</title><content type='html'>Dates 44 and 45:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday February 13th and Sunday&amp;nbsp;February 14th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of Happy Valentines Day everyone!!! Hope you all had a great day even if you spent it with &lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com/"&gt;Ben, Jerry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jackdaniels.com/Default.aspx"&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.johnniewalker.com/en-us/home"&gt;Johnnie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.budlight.com/"&gt;Bud&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.jimbeam.com/"&gt;Jim&lt;/a&gt; hah lol. Last night &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-long-have-you-guys-been-dating.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt; came over, he wasn't feeling well so I "made" him &lt;a href="http://www.freshdirect.com/product.jsp?catId=soup_veg&amp;amp;trk=cpage&amp;amp;productId=hmrsp_minestrone_new"&gt;soup&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and baked him a Valentines cake.&amp;nbsp;We watched the &lt;a href="http://www.vancouver2010.com/"&gt;Olympics&lt;/a&gt; and NBA &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/allstar/2010/allstar.game/"&gt;All Star Game&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but then he had to go to work. He stopped by on his break (at like 5am t=/ ) I was like why are you in my house!? Do you know what time it is?! He just told me to go back to bed which I gladly did. When I awoke this morning I found 300 paper hearts scattered all over my apartment, there were even some in the hallway!!! How cute is that =D So I spent all afternoon trying to make something just as awesome for him. My creativity came through, but I'm not gonna say what I made =p Then I did the girl thing hair, nails, trying on outfits you know all that good stuff because Mr. B was taking me out. He didn't tell me where so I was a little anxious. However, he's sick so we're gonna stay in again =/ It's ok though everyone and their Mama is going out tonight so I'm cool with having Valentines Day tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Mr. B is a brave man. He brought me flowers and chocolate then asked me to be his girlfriend. I said YES!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3gYpMDOWgI/AAAAAAAAARI/GWwJXXo60JA/s1600-h/1216880075g0XT1l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3gYpMDOWgI/AAAAAAAAARI/GWwJXXo60JA/s400/1216880075g0XT1l.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Life Lesson #365: To all my single ladies, it could be &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTegy6sBQVA"&gt;worse&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-1734312584023456451?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1734312584023456451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=1734312584023456451&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1734312584023456451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1734312584023456451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='♡ Happy Valentines Day ♡'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3gYpMDOWgI/AAAAAAAAARI/GWwJXXo60JA/s72-c/1216880075g0XT1l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5025261359778146528</id><published>2010-02-13T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:26:08.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"How Long Have You Guys Been Dating?"</title><content type='html'>Date 43:&lt;br /&gt;Friday February 12th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to wonder how much longer I can classify these dates with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt; as dates. I mean ok technically they are dates but to me I just feel like we're hanging out. Like last night we went to &lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/"&gt;Whole Foods&lt;/a&gt; in Union Square, then back to my place where we cooked dinner, played Wii and watched the &lt;a href="http://www.vancouver2010.com/"&gt;Olympics&lt;/a&gt;. We've talked about it and right now I think we're both happy with calling whatever it is we're doing hanging out and not dating. Maybe we're in denial??? I don't know and it hurts my brian if I think about it too much. Ok thats it for now hope everyone enjoys this long weekend =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igetmore4less.com/images/mr.right.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.igetmore4less.com/images/mr.right.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #393: &lt;a href="http://vancouver2010.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/02/13/changes-made-to-luge-competition/"&gt;Life is short&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5025261359778146528?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5025261359778146528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5025261359778146528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5025261359778146528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5025261359778146528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-long-have-you-guys-been-dating.html' title='&quot;How Long Have You Guys Been Dating?&quot;'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-739844699559729937</id><published>2010-02-11T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:39:25.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>Date 42:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday February 10th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point saying I hung out with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/io-e-tu.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt; again is probably pointless, I mean who else would I be with? Well I did talk to &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-cross-our-fingers-and-toes_22.html"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesday he's been traveling for work but I think we might meet up soon. &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-friends-forever.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt;'s still around we talk on the phone from time to time. We're planning a meet up for next week, I'm excited I haven't seen him in a long time. Then there's &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html"&gt;Mr. Bi-Polo&lt;/a&gt;... He called yesterday when I was &lt;a href="http://www.uniqlo.com/us/"&gt;shopping&lt;/a&gt; with Mr. B. I asked Mr. B to answer the phone, he did. Not the most mature thing to do but I felt like Mr. Bi-Polo was using me. Every time I asked to hangout he would 100% ignore me same thing when I would send him a BBM, text or call. But when he wanted to meet up he'd call, text and BBM constantly until I got back to him. He always wanted to do the same thing, get drinks and then go back to my place.&amp;nbsp;That's not how I roll!!!&amp;nbsp;I feel like he only wanted one thing from me. That really bothered me because I was ready to date him =/ He never made an attempt to get to know me and we never got to hangout and just talk. Last I heard form him was last night he sent a BBM that said "nice". But really what did he expect from me?! OK back to my date with Mr. B. We braved the snow and went out to &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/milon-new-york"&gt;lunch&lt;/a&gt; at some hole-in-the-wall Indian place. The decor was crazy!!! It looked like Christmas, Halloween, my Birthday, Valentines, Easter, Cinco De Mayo and a bunch of other holidays exploded in this tiny room. It didn't help that we had another crazy waiter... After that we walked around the Village and headed back to my place for some Wii and dry clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Happy 5th Birthday to my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrohsowrong/4341154978/"&gt;Daisy Poodle&lt;/a&gt; we love you even though you're sometimes a little rough around the edges!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3SzTOHq-SI/AAAAAAAAARA/_j5J3vjeUzM/s1600-h/IMG00120-20100210-1459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3SzTOHq-SI/AAAAAAAAARA/_j5J3vjeUzM/s400/IMG00120-20100210-1459.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #412: Snow days still rock!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-739844699559729937?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/739844699559729937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=739844699559729937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/739844699559729937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/739844699559729937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3SzTOHq-SI/AAAAAAAAARA/_j5J3vjeUzM/s72-c/IMG00120-20100210-1459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-7562785770711658811</id><published>2010-02-11T09:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:33:31.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>io e tu</title><content type='html'>Date 41:&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday February 9th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after work &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-its-cold-outside.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt; met me at the &lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/"&gt;Met&lt;/a&gt; (he was late &amp;gt;=| ) hah lol met me at the Met how lame am I... We walked over to the &lt;a href="http://www.guggenheim.org/"&gt;Guggenheim&lt;/a&gt; and saw this really weird performance piece. It was borderline inappropriate to say the least. After that we checked out some bike stores in my never ending hunt for the perfect pink bike we didn't have any luck though. So we did a little shopping on the UES and then headed down to &lt;a href="http://www.dylanscandybar.com/"&gt;Dylan's&lt;/a&gt; and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cpk.com/"&gt;CPK&lt;/a&gt; for dinner. We had this crazy flamboyant waiter who brought out the LOL's. Because there was supposed to be a big snow storm here in NYC we and what seemed like everyone else headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/jubilee-marketplace-new-york"&gt;grocery store&lt;/a&gt; to stock up on essentials like cake =p After that we put on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.inglouriousbasterds-movie.com/"&gt;Inglorious Basters&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;had cake and fell asleep on my sofa. Oh, he asked me to be his Valentine. Of course I said yes, I've never had a real&amp;nbsp;Valentine (well last year I had&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-for-lunch.html"&gt; Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt; but he was half way across the country in Chicago :-[ &amp;nbsp;) so I'm excited.&amp;nbsp;Good times!!!&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/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3QYPuR7ddI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gWzcRjILEFI/s1600-h/IMG00117-20100209-1649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3QYPuR7ddI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gWzcRjILEFI/s400/IMG00117-20100209-1649.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #222: Have your cake and eat it too =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-7562785770711658811?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7562785770711658811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=7562785770711658811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7562785770711658811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7562785770711658811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/io-e-tu.html' title='io e tu'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3QYPuR7ddI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gWzcRjILEFI/s72-c/IMG00117-20100209-1649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-922770972883937499</id><published>2010-02-10T10:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:01:16.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>Date 40:&lt;br /&gt;Monday February 8th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-when-saints.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt; again tonight. First stop &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/mays-place-sushi-new-york"&gt;sushi&lt;/a&gt; it was cute we went to the same place we went to for our first date =) We ran into some of his friends there and decided to sit with them, I couldn't tell if they liked me but whatever it's ok I thought they were cool. We ate a lot of food and ordered Sake, I've never had it before and I'll never have it again it was way rank. We then walked over to the movie theater and saw &lt;a href="http://www.avatarmovie.com/index.html"&gt;Avatar&lt;/a&gt; in 3D. Well we saw half of it. Mr. B was really sleepy and fell asleep so I was like lets just go home. That was it really I had fun with him. Oh and &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html"&gt;Mr. Bi-Polo&lt;/a&gt; sent me a random BBM idk what to do about him. I know he's probably reading this right now and he's not gonna be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3LLmmzU9vI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cOh3GFuD3_A/s1600-h/sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3LLmmzU9vI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cOh3GFuD3_A/s400/sleep.jpg" width="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #000: You can't be lost forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-922770972883937499?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/922770972883937499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=922770972883937499&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/922770972883937499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/922770972883937499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3LLmmzU9vI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cOh3GFuD3_A/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-132676624273574782</id><published>2010-02-08T17:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:33:24.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh When The Saints...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Date 39:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sunday February 7th, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So I decided to have a very, very last minute Super Bowl Party, well it was really my friend Ms. N's idea. I invited a couple of people but most everyone already had plans so there were only four of us. Myself, Ms. N, Ms. M and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-there-cupcake.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. We ordered pizza, drank beer and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;watched the game, so basically did the same as everyone else in the country! Mr. B had to leave for a while because he promised his friend he'd go to this other party in Brooklyn so us girls did promptly changed the channel to something not boring. We had the PIP on so we could flip back for the commercials lol. That was kind of it. Mr. B came back we all talked it was really nice to just relax and hangout with friends. I needed that!!! Sorry about the formatting I'm too lazy to fix it =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3CQJJpJKLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q2LM80W1rfM/s1600-h/saints.rosato.new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3CQJJpJKLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q2LM80W1rfM/s400/saints.rosato.new.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life Lesson #713: Life is best lived chillaxed and drama free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-132676624273574782?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/132676624273574782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=132676624273574782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/132676624273574782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/132676624273574782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-when-saints.html' title='Oh When The Saints...'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3CQJJpJKLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q2LM80W1rfM/s72-c/saints.rosato.new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-2588926079765850432</id><published>2010-02-08T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:54:59.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There Cupcake</title><content type='html'>Date 38:&lt;br /&gt;Thursday February 4th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I went out with again today? I'll give you one guess, &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-cant-cook.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;!!! We were gonna go see Avatar but that didn't happen so we headed over to Union Square instead. First stop &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/"&gt;Best Buy&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not really sure why we went there but I think it was just so he could play with the electric drum set *rolling eyes*. After that we hit up &lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/"&gt;Whole Foods&lt;/a&gt; but it felt like everyone in Lower Manhattan was in there so we bounced lol. Because I was feeling sleepy I ran over to Starbucks (ahhhhhh) and got a latte. We then shot into &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/index.jsp"&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/a&gt; right quick well we were in there for a while. I spotted a &lt;a href="http://www.findwaldo.com/"&gt;Where's Waldo&lt;/a&gt; book and apparently I'm really good at finding Waldo because I found him every time!!! On our way back to the subway we went into &lt;a href="http://www.rickysnyc.com/"&gt;Rickie's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;some crazy shit went down in there but my lips are sealed =p Then to &lt;a href="http://www.crumbs.com/"&gt;Crumbs&lt;/a&gt; and I maybe got a cupcake or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3CHH7X0hMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LusO-IMdykU/s1600-h/DepartmentStore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3CHH7X0hMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LusO-IMdykU/s400/DepartmentStore.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #010: Chocolate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-2588926079765850432?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2588926079765850432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=2588926079765850432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2588926079765850432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2588926079765850432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-there-cupcake.html' title='Hey There Cupcake'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3CHH7X0hMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LusO-IMdykU/s72-c/DepartmentStore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-1659359387079562106</id><published>2010-02-08T16:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:38:06.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Can't Cook</title><content type='html'>Date 37:&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday February 2nd, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-we-just-order-pizza.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;'s failed cooking attempt I decided I was gonna cook him dinner. After work, I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.elizabar.com/zabar/"&gt;grocery store&lt;/a&gt; and picked up some pasta and sauce. Come on I know I can't cook but there was no was I could mess up pasta!!! More on that later... So I get home and Mr. B calls asking if I wanted to go to &lt;a href="http://www.petco.com/"&gt;Petco&lt;/a&gt; with him I said sure. So we go I find out he wants a Sugar Glider aka a Flying Squirrel. Um do they sell those at Petco? No they don't. Turns out&amp;nbsp;Sugar Gliders are on that list of exotic pets you're not allowed to buy or own in NYC. What a relief, the last thing I wanna think about is a crazy squirrel flying around my apartment!!! Of course guys never give up on something that easily (unless it's a chick) so all I've been hearing is how he's gonna go on &lt;a href="http://newyork.craigslist.org/"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/a&gt; to find one. I will admit, while walking around Union Square Mr. B almost talked me into getting a pair of hamster but I have enough animals one more and I'll have to turn my house into a petting zoo. After our downtown rondevu Mr. B had to go to school and I went home to cook. About half an hour after I get home I get a call, It's Mr. B. He tells me that he's done with school and people are retarded. The school dropped him from all of his classes because after he lost his wallet he had to do all that pain in the ass bank stuff. To make a long story short he didn't pay on time because he was sorting things out with the bank. Anyway, I told him he could just come over if he wanted and I'd cook. He did and he brought me pink roses!!! They're so pretty OMG I love them I never get flowers form cute guys. Ok back to my cooking. All I had to do was boil water and heat up sauce yet I still messed that up. I didn't cook the pasta long enough and to make things worse it all clumped together. We both tried it then made yet another trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.zeytunamarket.com/"&gt;grocery store&lt;/a&gt; lol. The rest of the night was spent drinking beer, playing Wii and watching movies. Oh, we also got into a mini fight and I started crying... It's fine though we talked things out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3B9qu625yI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KB34uJGe4Kw/s1600-h/glider1_w600.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3B9qu625yI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KB34uJGe4Kw/s400/glider1_w600.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #214:&amp;nbsp;Squirrels belong in Central Park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-1659359387079562106?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1659359387079562106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=1659359387079562106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1659359387079562106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1659359387079562106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-cant-cook.html' title='I Really Can&apos;t Cook'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3B9qu625yI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KB34uJGe4Kw/s72-c/glider1_w600.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-4493117118539334160</id><published>2010-02-08T14:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:29:07.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Grow Up</title><content type='html'>Date 36:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday January 31st, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another date night with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-be-lazy.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;woot go me. He said he felt like cooking so we ventured out to the grocery store. Once there he decided he didn't want to cook but wanted to order pizza (ahhhh men). Fear not, the trip to the store wasn't a total waste. We picked up some candy, dog treats and beer, how me is that! We went back to my house ordered pizza and settled in for a lazy Sunday. But because nothing is ever simple one of us came up with the bright idea of going to Toys R Us in Time Square. I will say it was crazy fun we got Frank &lt;a href="http://www.franklloydwright.org/fllwf_web_091104/Home.html"&gt;Lloyd Wright&lt;/a&gt; Legos, Cooking Mama for Wii and some Nerf Guns which we shot at my doorman Mr. J as soon as we got home. I'm pretty sure he's planning something to get us back.&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/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3Bs3lbjFrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vYQ574_EnmA/s1600-h/grrrona-corona-dog-toy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3Bs3lbjFrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vYQ574_EnmA/s400/grrrona-corona-dog-toy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life Lesson #111: Guys don't listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-4493117118539334160?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4493117118539334160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=4493117118539334160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4493117118539334160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4493117118539334160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-we-just-order-pizza.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Grow Up'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3Bs3lbjFrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vYQ574_EnmA/s72-c/grrrona-corona-dog-toy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-8834761663225906916</id><published>2010-02-08T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:44:39.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Be Lazy</title><content type='html'>Date 35:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday January 30th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/highway-to-hell.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt; came over this morning at 7am a truly ungodly hour. He works the nightshift so he stopped by to see me after work. For all of you who don't know I am not a morning person. Never have been never will be. So I told him I was going back to bed and let him crash on my sofa. Only after getting my full eight hours of sleep was I able to interact with my houseguest. We ordered lunch and watched TV for the better part of the day. Because being a couch potato is hard work I decided to take a nap. I had to babysit later and it takes a lot of energy to keep up with a three year old. After my two and a half hour power nap Mr. B walked me to work and thats pretty much it. Nothing fancy but fun none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3Bop7r49XI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-xnn7AU5J4s/s1600-h/couch+potato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3Bop7r49XI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-xnn7AU5J4s/s400/couch+potato.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #421: I don't know I'm too lazy to think right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-8834761663225906916?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8834761663225906916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=8834761663225906916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8834761663225906916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8834761663225906916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-be-lazy.html' title='Let&apos;s Be Lazy'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3Bop7r49XI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-xnn7AU5J4s/s72-c/couch+potato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6319047154311276694</id><published>2010-02-08T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:52:35.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Censored No More!!!</title><content type='html'>Woah, it's been a really long while since I did a blog about my dating life. That was a conscious decision on my part. I was trying to figure out my &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/highway-to-hell.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html"&gt;Mr. Bi-Polo&lt;/a&gt; situation. Mr. B-Polo didn't approve of my blog at all. He wanted us to be exclusive and wanted me to see just him. That would have been fine but we've only been on 3 dates, we don't even know each other. He hasn't been around much anyway I talked to him last Wednesday because I thought we were gonna hangout but that didn't happen. I'm pretty much over it at this point I feel like he's playing games and I don't do that. Mr. B on the other hand has been busy earning himself some major points! I'm having way too much fun hanging out with him!!! Details will be provided but instead of doing one long blog update I'm gonna break it down for you guys. So here it goes dates 35-40 (I think I've lost count lol) happy reading!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3BdSNQYX0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/xwrgx0kBOHw/s1600-h/bigstockphoto_cyber_love_27064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3BdSNQYX0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/xwrgx0kBOHw/s400/bigstockphoto_cyber_love_27064.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #099: Watch out world, I have the gift of gab!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-6319047154311276694?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6319047154311276694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6319047154311276694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6319047154311276694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6319047154311276694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/censored-no-more.html' title='Censored No More!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S3BdSNQYX0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/xwrgx0kBOHw/s72-c/bigstockphoto_cyber_love_27064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-1158773845534674217</id><published>2010-02-07T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:07:03.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Day</title><content type='html'>I like to think that I'm a really laid back person, I mean it truly takes a lot to make me mad. In a perfect world drama and stuff would leave me alone and not follow me around like a dark cloud. I will admit that there are some things that I just can't stand!!! The thought of them makes me snap and promptly turn into a crazy, screaming, bitch. For example, my Mothers boyfriend ahhh I fucking hate him with a burning passion in my soul like I can't even put into words!!! Everyone, knows it but I can't really explain why he drives me insane he's just one of those people I wish would drive off a cliff and die. Moving right along... I don't know what point I'm trying to make here. Well I do I'm just not gonna blog about my personal issues, they're mine to deal with. Besides life is hard enough and has enough drama as it is. So, as the saying goes: When life gives you lemons make lemon aid. Don't sit and pout about how much things suck or ask why me, that's not gonna help anything. Get up and do whatever it is you have to do to fix things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Today marks 1,000 profile views thanks everybody =) I'm glad you all like reading about my drama lol. Though totally random, yay for &lt;a href="http://www.nfl.com/superbowl/44"&gt;Super Bowl&lt;/a&gt; Sunday. I'm having friends over and we're totally using the game as an excuse to have pizza and beer!!!&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/_7atS5Xzt__4/S2744OcfN1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/2ifmAUUqAWI/s1600-h/laundry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S2744OcfN1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/2ifmAUUqAWI/s400/laundry.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #502: Don't sweat the small stuff. Trust me it's really not worth it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-1158773845534674217?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1158773845534674217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=1158773845534674217&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1158773845534674217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1158773845534674217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/dirty-laundry.html' title='Laundry Day'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S2744OcfN1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/2ifmAUUqAWI/s72-c/laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-4559067025922563848</id><published>2010-02-05T10:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:52:41.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Long Time</title><content type='html'>Wow long time no see. I've been pretty busy the past week or so. Let's see... Last weekend I hung out with some friends, acted a fool and babysat the worlds cutest 3 year old on Saturday. He is the best kid ever. I went over and his Mom told him we could watch &lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/dora-the-explorer/"&gt;Dora the Explorer&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://yogabbagabba.com/#"&gt;Yo Gabba Gabba&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(best show ever) but not &lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/go-diego-go/"&gt;Go Diego Go&lt;/a&gt;. So after Dora and Yo Gabba he looks at me and says lets make a deal, we'll watch a little bit of Diego, go play soccer in the hall, build blocks, watch the rest of Diego then you can read me a story. He then proceeded to shake my hand to seal the deal. OMG how cute is he!!! I told him no way to Diego but yes to everything else, I couldn't resist the cuteness. Then on Tuesday I got my teach on. Wednesday was crazy. I got this &lt;a href="http://www.cb2.com/family.aspx?c=218&amp;amp;f=5299"&gt;credenza&lt;/a&gt; and had to assemble it myself, I'm pretty good at building that kind of stuff but this sucked. I missed step 3 but didn't realize till I was on step 10 had to start over and then finally when I was almost done I realized I put the center door on backwards. Lets just say I'm not fixing it, ugh... After that I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/knicks/"&gt;Knicks&lt;/a&gt; game tons of fun plus they won it was a miracle lol. I won too because I got to stare at &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/playerfile/danilo_gallinari/index.html"&gt;Danilo Gallinari&lt;/a&gt; all night *swoon*. After that I thought I was going to get to hangout with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html"&gt;Mr. Bi-Polo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but that didn't happen I was pretty bummed I haven't seen him in forever =( Hangout with me already (please)!!!! Yesterday I got my chill on on the UES and looked at apartments way downtown then hit up Union Square, my old hood. I really don't want to move again but we'll see if I find something awesome I'm all for moving. This weekend I'm doing a whole lot of shopping I need some new sneakers and I'm thinking about getting a bike!!! And I didn't forget... Happy Black History Month lol. Oh, BTW&amp;nbsp;you can now check me out on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrohsowrong"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;!!! Haven't uploaded any pictures yet but I will soon and my &lt;a href="http://confessionsofamascarajunkie.blogspot.com/"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt; for all my fellow mascara junkies =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I hope you all&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org/portal/site/en/menuitem.d8aaecf214c576bf971e4cfe43181aa0/?vgnextoid=46f51a53f1c37110VgnVCM1000003481a10aRCRD"&gt;donated&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;money or something to help Haiti. I just did (better late than never) it wasn't much but it was what I could afford I figure every bit helps!!! Don't forget you can use your phone and text 90999. $10.00 will be added to you bill it's for a good cause so text away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S2w4X0bPZII/AAAAAAAAAOg/fZkydrs57q0/s1600-h/tgif-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S2w4X0bPZII/AAAAAAAAAOg/fZkydrs57q0/s400/tgif-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #025: Let the good times roll =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-4559067025922563848?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4559067025922563848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=4559067025922563848&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4559067025922563848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4559067025922563848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Long Time'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S2w4X0bPZII/AAAAAAAAAOg/fZkydrs57q0/s72-c/tgif-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5790390576371917091</id><published>2010-01-30T01:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:00:33.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself And I</title><content type='html'>Date 34:&lt;br /&gt;Friday January 29th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight for the first time in I don't know how long I spent my Friday night at home and went on a date with me, myself and I. The evening started out slowly I turned on the kids PPV channel and ordered Up and Ice Age 3. Half way through my movie marathon I made a bold choice, I turned the ringer on my phone off &amp;nbsp;*gasp*!!! When the movies were over I found myself fighting with the ten year old boy that lives inside of me. So, I ordered some food and ate a lot!!! After stuffing my face and declaring myself fat I turned my pandora on to dance off my sugar rush. When running around the apartment with my guitar and hair brush&amp;nbsp;pretending to be a rock star&amp;nbsp;became boring I decided to play dress up.&amp;nbsp;I dug through my closet put on my biggest shirt, Ray Bans and some tube socks and almost cracked my skull open while doing Tom Cruise from Risky Business. Hah good times. After that I took a stab at cleaning but got 100% distracted by my hair dryer. I pointed it at myself so my hair blew all over the place&amp;nbsp;and transformed into the worlds worst Britney Spears impersonator. I had way too much fun doing that. Thats pretty much it although I did almost die of laughter as the looks on my dogs faces were priceless as they watched me jump on the bed. Yes Mommies crazy and it's times like these when I'm glad I live by myself... I highly suggest that everyone take a Friday night off to go on a date with yourself. Acting like a crazy out of control six year old is the best stress reliever ever!!! Peace out and happy Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7kqSPfKeuo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7kqSPfKeuo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #419: Nothing beats being young, wild and crazy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5790390576371917091?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5790390576371917091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5790390576371917091&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5790390576371917091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5790390576371917091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myself And I'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-1266557752133744505</id><published>2010-01-27T17:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:39:37.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale Of Two B's</title><content type='html'>Date 33:&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday January 26th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/houston-we-have-problem.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt; has somehow managed to climb out of the friends zone. How he did it I'll never know but I wish he would tell me!!! We hung out again last night, it was a blast. He tried to make pizza but ended up dropping it on the floor =o I had an extra one so we stuck that in the oven and it turned out well. After a botched dinner we sat around and talked which was nice because we got to learn more about each other. We have a lot more in common that I ever thought. He's really starting to grow on me but God would never make finding a guy that easy. And of course this morning I got a text from &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html"&gt;Mr. Bi-Polo&lt;/a&gt;. He said sorry he's been out of touch he had a death in the family and could we hangout. I said sure so we'll see where that goes I'm not holding my breath. Ugh I see myself having to make some difficult choices in the not so distant future. How frickin' wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S2Cxb3O9d2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ESWXnaNQ4d4/s1600-h/cimg7544d.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S2Cxb3O9d2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ESWXnaNQ4d4/s400/cimg7544d.JPG.jpeg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Life Lesson #508: Too many choices make for hard decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-1266557752133744505?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1266557752133744505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=1266557752133744505&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1266557752133744505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1266557752133744505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/highway-to-hell.html' title='The Tale Of Two B&apos;s'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S2Cxb3O9d2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ESWXnaNQ4d4/s72-c/cimg7544d.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6857565562495662502</id><published>2010-01-26T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:12:10.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, We Have A Problem</title><content type='html'>Date 32:&lt;br /&gt;Monday January 25th 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we actually have two... The first isn't such a big deal. I'm done with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html"&gt;Mr. Bi-Polo&lt;/a&gt;. Or should I say he's done with me. I knew after the first date I was way too sassy for him anyway. Oh well, I'll cut my losses and say next!!! The second is my other &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/dumb-dumber-and-dumbest.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;, I think I might have a stage five clinger on my hands. We hung out last night at my apartment. My friend Ms. E was here and it was really weird because she liked him first. Luckily, the drama was kept to a min but there was some crazy tension in the air. If you would like to hear the story of how I ended up dating him you can read about it &lt;a href="http://essencedanielle.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-am-i-not-allowed-to-be-happy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So my issue here is this. Is dating Mr. B worth maybe losing a friendship? Hell no!!! Do I like Mr. B enough to date him? IDK have to think about that. And do I really want a serious relationship right now? Um... Have to think about this also. Ahhhhhh too much thinking =( I still really like &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-cross-our-fingers-and-toes_22.html"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt; and I think we're going out this week so no decisions before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S173MlV4toI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GOhvNThkv1g/s1600-h/Joe4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S173MlV4toI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GOhvNThkv1g/s400/Joe4.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #888: "Dating" a celebrity look-a-like is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-6857565562495662502?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6857565562495662502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6857565562495662502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6857565562495662502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6857565562495662502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/houston-we-have-problem.html' title='Houston, We Have A Problem'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S173MlV4toI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GOhvNThkv1g/s72-c/Joe4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6818817329233922658</id><published>2010-01-24T11:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:56:55.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb, Dumber And Dumbest</title><content type='html'>Date 31:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday January 23rd, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb would be &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-guy-friends.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt; (not the polo one). Even though he is well aware of his friend status he keeps pushing for more. I'm not fighting him off or anything but if he were smart he'd stay away from me, I'm bad news everyone knows that. Last night we went out to &lt;a href="http://www.tonysnyc.com/"&gt;dinner&lt;/a&gt;, got &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/sedutto-new-york-2"&gt;ice cream&lt;/a&gt;, chilled with Jenya, did some light &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/?cm_mmc%3dus_search-_-GG-_-top%20perf%20kw_googleus%20sephora-_-%7Besvcid%7D"&gt;shopping&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and watched a &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/district9/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;. After that he had to go to work. Dumber is my other &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;. He is driving me insane. Last I heard from him was Friday night he was gonna call me later, hah yeah right thats what they always say. Today is Sunday and no word from him. I'm over it he can go ignore someone else =( And dumbest would be me. I can't believe I'm putting myself through all this shit, I'm losing what little sanity I have left. Hopefully next week will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I wish &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; would stop ignoring me. I like you but I don't like playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CrbKn5boVPA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CrbKn5boVPA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #801: God has a sick sense of humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-6818817329233922658?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6818817329233922658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6818817329233922658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6818817329233922658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6818817329233922658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/dumb-dumber-and-dumbest.html' title='Dumb, Dumber And Dumbest'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-4801670389409192251</id><published>2010-01-23T13:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:20:32.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months, 30 Dates, 13 Guys, 3 New Friends And A Partridge In A Pear Tree</title><content type='html'>Way back in October when I did my &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-post.html"&gt;first entry&lt;/a&gt; I mentioned that I was the proud new member of four online dating sites. That was months ago and wow is time flying!!! I thought I'd give you all a little update and insight into the sick, sad, world of online dating. I'll start off by saying I am now the not so proud member of two online dating sites. I don't think further explaining is needed... I've come to realize that finding a good guy in this city is damn near impossible. I've come close most recently in the form of &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but something always seems to go wrong. My quest is far from over. I will not give up just because guys aren't capable of thinking with the head on their shoulders =o There has to be a good guy out there somewhere! Maybe it's &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-cross-our-fingers-and-toes_22.html"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt; doubt it but it's ok to dream. I know one things for sure the guy I'm looking for does not work in my local Starbucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1s7o1X4LaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jV5MZ6qpicc/s1600-h/datinggame.jpg.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1s7o1X4LaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jV5MZ6qpicc/s400/datinggame.jpg.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #666: "...&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Don't give up there are some good men out there, altho most are either gay or taken by sharp women. Personally from my experience all women are evil bitchy psychos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But if I go thru life thinking this is how all women are I'll be the first male cat lady..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Mr. P&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/3952445180127651858-4801670389409192251?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4801670389409192251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=4801670389409192251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4801670389409192251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4801670389409192251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-months-30-dates-13-guys-3-new-friends.html' title='3 Months, 30 Dates, 13 Guys, 3 New Friends And A Partridge In A Pear Tree'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1s7o1X4LaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jV5MZ6qpicc/s72-c/datinggame.jpg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-363480153143091427</id><published>2010-01-22T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:51:31.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Cross Our Fingers And Toes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Date 30:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Thursday January 21st, 2010&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;Wow, wow, wow lots to talk about today! Let's start off with&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-guy-friends.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(not the polo one). He made me these chocolate brownie muffin things and left them outside of my door this morning in a heart shaped package. It was very cute but a.) they were&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html"&gt;brownies&lt;/a&gt;... I'll spare y'all that story and b.) I'm thinking he doesn't get "just friends". Eh, I won't fault him for trying but he's still firmly and forever planted in the friends zone. On to my other&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;. He ignored me all day yesterday and today I'm really upset about it. He's starting to become a "stress causer" not good I need stress busters in my life right now. I'm feeling a little bit used and decided to blog today even though he's against it. I mean he says he wants to spend more time together but I feel like I'm the only one putting in effort, this is not a one way street! It's really too bad because I'm VERY VERY fond of him. I totally was ready to give up my serial dating for him... Hopefully he'll come around *fingers crossed*. Now for the big news *drum roll*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-crazy-and-drunk.html"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;came back last night =D While I was babysitting my favorite 3 year old I got a text from him saying he needed a favor. His heat and electricity got turned off by mistake while he was away and he needed a place to stay. Hello come to Mama just kidding lol. So I told him he could stay at my place. It was really great to see him, it's been way too long. And apparently I'd forgotten how beautiful he is OMG major wows!!! We might hangout tonight otherwise I'm 10,000% asking for a date with him next week. I'm REALLY feeling him, enough to take things slow and hope for something REALLY REALLY awesome. Ok thats it for now have a good weekend everyone and don't forget to pray for me!!!&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1n6Ue-MkJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3BXSGTGGvnc/s1600-h/1.L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1n6Ue-MkJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3BXSGTGGvnc/s400/1.L.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Life Lesson #333: Maybe there is a God.&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/3952445180127651858-363480153143091427?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/363480153143091427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=363480153143091427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/363480153143091427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/363480153143091427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-cross-our-fingers-and-toes_22.html' title='Let&apos;s Cross Our Fingers And Toes!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1n6Ue-MkJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3BXSGTGGvnc/s72-c/1.L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-2270361821809896271</id><published>2010-01-22T07:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:32:35.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Building Blocks Of Life</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my day. Everything fell into place and once again all is seemingly right in my little world. I'll explain further later I don't want to jinx anything. But I will say this, I haven't been this happy since my days with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-for-lunch.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1mcBmfBulI/AAAAAAAAANk/6xSPr7KThjo/s1600-h/IMG00062-20100121-1845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1mcBmfBulI/AAAAAAAAANk/6xSPr7KThjo/s400/IMG00062-20100121-1845.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #604: Live, learn and be HAPPY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-2270361821809896271?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2270361821809896271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=2270361821809896271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2270361821809896271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2270361821809896271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/building-blocks-of-life.html' title='The Building Blocks Of Life'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1mcBmfBulI/AAAAAAAAANk/6xSPr7KThjo/s72-c/IMG00062-20100121-1845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3262007334316650182</id><published>2010-01-21T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:32:04.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out For Lunch</title><content type='html'>That is until I figure out what direction I wanna take this blog in...&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/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1h_nwzyQPI/AAAAAAAAANc/sMObKt4kwdM/s1600-h/please_stand_by.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1h_nwzyQPI/AAAAAAAAANc/sMObKt4kwdM/s400/please_stand_by.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Life Lesson #444: "Never censor yourself" -&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-3262007334316650182?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3262007334316650182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3262007334316650182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3262007334316650182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3262007334316650182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-for-lunch.html' title='Out For Lunch'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1h_nwzyQPI/AAAAAAAAANc/sMObKt4kwdM/s72-c/please_stand_by.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6140994176103525803</id><published>2010-01-21T11:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:53:08.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakin' All His Rules</title><content type='html'>Date 29:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday January 20th, 1010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll start off by saying &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/serious-thinking.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(the polo one) is 100% against my blog. He thinks its lame and wishes I wouldn't do it. To that I say maybe. I mean I really like him so I don't want to do anything that makes him upset but at the same time I like blogging too. Oh decisions, decisions... So, we hung out last night. I met him at a &lt;a href="http://www.mercurybarnyc.com/media/mercurybar.html"&gt;bar&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;his brother (who looks just like him) his friend and some crazy Asian chicks were there too. Everyone was really nice!!! After chilling for a while I made my way home, I was so tried and my feet still hurt. Overall, good times hope I don't get yelled at for posting this =( Just a note this is going to be my last 'date' post for a while I don't want to ruin things with Mr. B...&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S14usb4k15I/AAAAAAAAAOI/p4ZAOBJg3Gk/s1600-h/009mF3-20023684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S14usb4k15I/AAAAAAAAAOI/p4ZAOBJg3Gk/s400/009mF3-20023684.jpg" width="400" /&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;Life Lesson #999: There are many different levels of crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-6140994176103525803?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6140994176103525803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6140994176103525803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6140994176103525803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6140994176103525803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakin-all-his-rules.html' title='Breakin&apos; All His Rules'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S14usb4k15I/AAAAAAAAAOI/p4ZAOBJg3Gk/s72-c/009mF3-20023684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-1144116767311359976</id><published>2010-01-21T11:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:11:41.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Guy Friends!!!</title><content type='html'>Date 28:&lt;br /&gt;Monday January 18th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a last minute date with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-keep-secret.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(not the polo one). We were gonna go throw stuff off of the Brooklyn Bridge (jk!!!) but he lost his wallet on the way to my house so we had a change of plans. We backtracked over the bridge and to his house to see if we could find it. No such luck I felt really bad, it sucks to lose your wallet!!! A word of advice for all of you fashionable ladies. DO NOT wear new shoes if you plan on walking long distances. My feet are a mess, SO painful!!! Anyway, I met Mr. B's grandparents they are so awesome and his 3 cats the black one is adorable and I'm not even a cat person =o After that we took the subway back to the city, played Wii at my apartment (I kicked his ass in boxing =p) and ordered &lt;a href="http://www.papajohns.com/index.shtm?utm_source=GoogleLocal&amp;amp;utm_medium=CPC&amp;amp;utm_campaign=MBNewYorkSearch&amp;amp;utm_term=papa%20johns"&gt;pizza&lt;/a&gt;. Fun times but he's 1,000% a friend and nothing more. Yay for awesome guy friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/236/454541512_a41bd970db_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/236/454541512_a41bd970db_b.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #318: My boots weren't made for walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-1144116767311359976?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1144116767311359976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=1144116767311359976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1144116767311359976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/1144116767311359976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-guy-friends.html' title='More Guy Friends!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/236/454541512_a41bd970db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-9141354243989373639</id><published>2010-01-19T18:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:14:55.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looming Over Me</title><content type='html'>Last night, someone asked if I still loved you? I said "Yeah. And I always will, but I'd never want him to know. It wouldn't be fair to either of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1Y7xAu8FWI/AAAAAAAAANM/YP_4aS83kyk/s1600-h/IMG_5577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1Y7xAu8FWI/AAAAAAAAANM/YP_4aS83kyk/s400/IMG_5577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #718: Truer words were never spoken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-9141354243989373639?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/9141354243989373639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=9141354243989373639&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/9141354243989373639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/9141354243989373639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/looming-over-me.html' title='Looming Over Me'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1Y7xAu8FWI/AAAAAAAAANM/YP_4aS83kyk/s72-c/IMG_5577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6580617735954635815</id><published>2010-01-17T17:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:31:24.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Date 27:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday January 17th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a crappy day for a date and for my hair, good thing I had Mr. S a (not so) fiery redhead to keep me company. We were gonna go to &lt;a href="http://www.moma.org/"&gt;MoMA&lt;/a&gt; and see the &lt;a href="http://www.moma.org/visit/calendar/exhibitions/313?gclid=CKbRrMytqZ8CFchn5QodNiBO1A"&gt;Tim Burton&lt;/a&gt; exhibit, but there were too many people up in there lol so we went with Plan B. First up was &lt;a href="http://www.cafedalsace.com/"&gt;lunch&lt;/a&gt;, then the &lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/"&gt;Met&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.deandeluca.com/"&gt;sushi&lt;/a&gt;. I thought Mr. S was a really great guy but went in knowing that I shouldn't let myself like him too much because he lives way, way, way upstate and I'm not looking for a long distance relationship. With that said, I think Mr. S is very nice, he asked for a second date and I would love to hangout with him next time he's in NYC but as friends. At this point in my life I can't say no to meeting new people or making new friends =) Can we talk about &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/serious-thinking.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;the polo guy for a second? This weekend he went to Vegas with 10 of his guy friends... I didn't think twice about it until last night, I found myself really missing him =( I can't wait for him to get back!!! Someone I haven't talked much about lately is &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-crazy-and-drunk.html"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt;, he's also coming back this week. And for something totally random. Last weekend I was out with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-friends-forever.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; and he stated the obvious. I gotta stop talking about &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt;!!! I've really been trying this past week to remove his name form my vocabulary but it's hard. I'm giving it my best shot though. *Sigh* So, stay tuned aside from the Mr. Dapper D stuff I have a feeling this is gonna be my week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1Ht2LbR3bI/AAAAAAAAANE/exc28AoJPQM/s1600-h/zz79c58e88.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1Ht2LbR3bI/AAAAAAAAANE/exc28AoJPQM/s400/zz79c58e88.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Life Lesson #373: S&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ecrets are the universal burden we all carry.&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/3952445180127651858-6580617735954635815?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6580617735954635815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6580617735954635815&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6580617735954635815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6580617735954635815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-just-another-rainy-day.html' title='Another Rainy Day'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S1Ht2LbR3bI/AAAAAAAAANE/exc28AoJPQM/s72-c/zz79c58e88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-4211741377553652291</id><published>2010-01-14T09:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:14:51.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Keep A Secret???</title><content type='html'>Date 26:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday January 13th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date night once again, look at me go lol. This time the lucky guy was Mr. B but not the polo &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/serious-thinking.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(who is sick BTW *feel better*)&amp;nbsp;this is a new one, a younger man. I met him 'offline' he is not part of my online dating fiasco. Anyway, we went out for &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/mays-place-sushi-new-york"&gt;sushi&lt;/a&gt; he ordered a ton of food and ate it all then he started to pick off of my plate! After that we walked around in the East Village for a while, got some candy and then just talked it up. Overall, I had a BLAST with Mr. B he's a ton of fun and he's super funny but I'm feeling him in more of a friend way. We'll see what happens I 100% wanna hangout with him again, as friends though.&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/_7atS5Xzt__4/S08wwsiAGsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/b2BmtHhV4V8/s1600-h/sushi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S08wwsiAGsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/b2BmtHhV4V8/s400/sushi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #011: Rules were made to be broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-4211741377553652291?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4211741377553652291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=4211741377553652291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4211741377553652291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4211741377553652291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-keep-secret.html' title='Can You Keep A Secret???'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S08wwsiAGsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/b2BmtHhV4V8/s72-c/sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3910059419012670188</id><published>2010-01-11T23:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:31:56.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Thinking</title><content type='html'>Date 25:&lt;br /&gt;Monday January 11th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was drinks with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-piano-man.html"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/a&gt; again. Same time, same &lt;a href="http://www.bar515.com/"&gt;place&lt;/a&gt;, how exciting =/ I was a little nervous because he's been sending me some pretty crazy BBM's so tonight was kind of like his last shot to prove he's a nice guy. The verdict is in and... Well he's nice I'll give him that plus I like him a lot. Apparently, he likes me too because after two dates he asked if we could be exclusive. I said yes and no. I really wanted to go out with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-crazy-and-drunk.html"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt; again but I really like Mr. B. It's so strange he's the total opposite of what I go for. I mean who would believe me if I said I was dating a gun toting, NRA loving, horse riding, Republican with blonde hair and blue eyes??? Not me!!! Ugh I have a ton of serious thinking to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0v2XHugiSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8FzinaCMC04/s1600-h/rodin__the_thinker2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0v2XHugiSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8FzinaCMC04/s400/rodin__the_thinker2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musee-rodin.fr/welcome.htm"&gt;The Thinker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life Lesson #515: Don't judge a book by its cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-3910059419012670188?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3910059419012670188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3910059419012670188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3910059419012670188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3910059419012670188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/serious-thinking.html' title='Serious Thinking'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0v2XHugiSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8FzinaCMC04/s72-c/rodin__the_thinker2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3402376109590998794</id><published>2010-01-09T16:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:36:41.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Just go off the phone with&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-only-it-were-that-easy.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and we are now just friends. I'm really happy with the decision he's an awesome guy and I love hanging out with him but being more than friends is way too stressful. So now I have that guy BFF I've always wanted yay for me!!! We&amp;nbsp;hung out tonight at this &lt;a href="http://www.glassloungenyc.com/main.html"&gt;bar&lt;/a&gt;, he invited me to guys night (woot awesome) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0j7qzBbDlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/YXNvTMQtuTA/s1600-h/3106999771_45a299cf22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0j7qzBbDlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/YXNvTMQtuTA/s400/3106999771_45a299cf22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Life Lesson #125: Friends first.&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/3952445180127651858-3402376109590998794?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3402376109590998794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3402376109590998794&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3402376109590998794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3402376109590998794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-friends-forever.html' title='Best Friends Forever'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0j7qzBbDlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/YXNvTMQtuTA/s72-c/3106999771_45a299cf22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-290455650734890535</id><published>2010-01-09T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:57:31.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marco Polo</title><content type='html'>Date 24:&lt;br /&gt;Friday January 8th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had &lt;a href="http://www.bar515.com/"&gt;drinks&lt;/a&gt; with Mr. B it was a very last minute thing. I said yes because I'm lame, had no Friday night plans and really wanted to meet him. Ok so Mr. B has blond hair and blue eyes (I think I'm going through a blonde phase right now) he's a little short for me but I can look past that. He is officially the first Republican I've ever been out with but I can look past that too. Um, he has a very unusual job, he's a professional polo player. How hot is that!!! So I met him at the bar we talked for a while then some of his friends stopped by they were so nice! All and all it was a good time I really like this one (&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-crazy-and-drunk.html"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt;'s still&amp;nbsp;very&amp;nbsp;much&amp;nbsp;in the running though). Date two is on Monday and I'm really looking forward to it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0eNr2Kt8bI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Nyh_kcVOLRI/s1600-h/PFH_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0eNr2Kt8bI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Nyh_kcVOLRI/s400/PFH_250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life Lesson #212: This could be something awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-290455650734890535?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/290455650734890535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=290455650734890535&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/290455650734890535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/290455650734890535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-piano-man.html' title='Marco Polo'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0eNr2Kt8bI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Nyh_kcVOLRI/s72-c/PFH_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-4228129724197105031</id><published>2010-01-08T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:06:57.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week Ahead</title><content type='html'>Next week I have a super busy week. Lets start off with what I'm not doing. I'm not going out with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/a&gt;, he sent a text today asking to hang out next weekend but thats not gonna happen. I am going out with a new guy, Mr. S. We were going to go out this weekend but he lives in Albany (I know) and won't be in the city till then. He has beautiful red hair I'm excited because we have a lot in common. Then on Wednesday I'm going out with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-only-it-were-that-easy.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; well he's having drinks with me and two of my friends =o Big step? Eh I don't think so. What else? I've been talking to a Mr. B he is wow! Think Mr. All American like Ralph Lauren. And lastly, &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-crazy-and-drunk.html"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt; is finally coming back woot! Have a good weekend everyone =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Tonight I'm having drinks with Mr. B!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0d8SoPPd3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/SmilT42uQI8/s1600-h/woman+multi-tasking+while+driving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0d8SoPPd3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/SmilT42uQI8/s400/woman+multi-tasking+while+driving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life Lesson #973: One can never have too many men!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-4228129724197105031?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4228129724197105031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=4228129724197105031&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4228129724197105031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4228129724197105031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-ahead.html' title='The Week Ahead'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0d8SoPPd3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/SmilT42uQI8/s72-c/woman+multi-tasking+while+driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5605103347966860183</id><published>2010-01-04T20:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:30:55.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dressed Up And Nowhere To Go</title><content type='html'>Date 23:&lt;br /&gt;Monday January 4th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; came over... I swear men are gonna drive me insane and to my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjWn-ueeeLw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjWn-ueeeLw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life Lesson # 551: She makes it sound so nice, it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3952445180127651858-5605103347966860183?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5605103347966860183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5605103347966860183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5605103347966860183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5605103347966860183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-only-it-were-that-easy.html' title='All Dressed Up And Nowhere To Go'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-309650325665094947</id><published>2010-01-04T00:07:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:01:45.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next!!!</title><content type='html'>Date 22:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday January 3rd, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow how crazy is this, Mr. J lives one block from my house. If he hadn't of been a weirdo I never would of had to hear "you live in the boondocks" ever again! We were gonna go out for &lt;a href="http://www.morimotonyc.com/"&gt;sushi&lt;/a&gt; yesterday but I was feeling lazy. So I asked him to reschedule in turn he called me and asked if I wanted to go to a &lt;a href="http://www.newyorkjets.com/"&gt;Jets&lt;/a&gt; game with him. First answer was no way in hell am I going to NJ on a first date to stand in the cold and watch a team I don't even like. Then I was like why the fuck not besides I LOVE my sports. Just because I'm little bit of a princess and a &lt;a href="http://newyork.yankees.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=nyy"&gt;Yankees&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.giants.com/index.html"&gt;Giants&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rangers.nhl.com/"&gt;Rangers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span id="goog_1262486053479"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/knicks/"&gt;Knicks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1262486053480"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; girl doesn't mean I shouldn't try new things. That's the whole point of this online dating adventure! God I always get distracted when I write these. So Mr. J looks like The Hulk he is huge!!! Not tall but very muscular. He didn't really look like his pictures and I wasn't feeling him at all. For the most part he was an over confident, arrogant, SOB who couldn't stop talking about his Brazilian ex-girlfriend (who he cheated on twice) and how they are gonna get married hah, yeah right. He also had no idea how to keep his hands to himself and told me it wouldn't hurt if I lost 10 pounds. Seriously?! OMG who the f**k says that?! I know I got fat geez... He invited me back to his place for drinks but I said NO THANKS then he asked me on a second date, um no to that too! But I think Mr. J really sealed the deal with this lovely text "I had fun too : ) let's hang again soon. Gotta admit, pretty crazy and awesome first date : ) and yes, as my arrogance suggests, I am awesome. You are pretty awesome too. And really hot (i love that [censored]). Hit me up next weekend if your free ; ) and make sure u [censored] for me : )" Ah, spoken like a true gentleman...&amp;nbsp;Ugh &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-crazy-and-drunk.html"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt; come back already!!!&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/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0Ac23BilkI/AAAAAAAAALk/Te3mjTVOqW8/s1600-h/jets-fans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0Ac23BilkI/AAAAAAAAALk/Te3mjTVOqW8/s400/jets-fans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #732: January football games make for bad 1st dates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-309650325665094947?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/309650325665094947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=309650325665094947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/309650325665094947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/309650325665094947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Next!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/S0Ac23BilkI/AAAAAAAAALk/Te3mjTVOqW8/s72-c/jets-fans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5012659185500347331</id><published>2010-01-02T21:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:30:39.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Are From Mars</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with men? They can't make decisions to save their lives. Guys get it together!!! &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/quit-playing-games-with-my-heart.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/quit-playing-games-with-my-heart.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt; are one in the same at least this time I can salvage a friendship. Ok thats all I have to say today. Tomorrow I have a date with Mr. J he's taking me to a sporting event I'm excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: You guys can now send me emails!!! To send love, hate or spam my way click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or on the "view my profile" link over there on the right and look for the email button on the left!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sz_4TKXjJ3I/AAAAAAAAALc/wcipFCmLXK8/s1600-h/feel-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sz_4TKXjJ3I/AAAAAAAAALc/wcipFCmLXK8/s400/feel-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life Lesson #303: "Leave them better than you found them." -Mr. W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5012659185500347331?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5012659185500347331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5012659185500347331&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5012659185500347331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5012659185500347331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest.html' title='Men Are From Mars'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sz_4TKXjJ3I/AAAAAAAAALc/wcipFCmLXK8/s72-c/feel-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-7466361355128361468</id><published>2009-12-31T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:54:34.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow what a year this has been!!! I've made new friends, connected with old friends and even lost a best friend. I fell in love in Chicago on a rainy day in March and nearly met my match on a lonely night in June. I was enlightened by a 3 year old and realized somethings are truly more important than others. I found solace in a fish named Patricia and happiness in the most unlikely of places. Somewhere between Brooklyn and Lower&amp;nbsp;Manhattan things almost started to feel ok and slowly but surely I'm beginning to feel like me again. Here's to new beginnings and 2010 not kicking my ass like 2009 did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Tonight is a HUGE night for &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/quit-playing-games-with-my-heart.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt;!!! Let's all send good vibes his way and wish him luck, not that he needs it or anything!!! I'm REALLY proud of you 'Small Fry' I know how hard you've been working for this!!!&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/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sza-Ky4cZxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RZOvdzxh4cM/s1600-h/1173178736932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sza-Ky4cZxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RZOvdzxh4cM/s400/1173178736932.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.belvedere.at/jart/prj3/belvedere/main.jart?rel=en&amp;amp;reserve-mode=active&amp;amp;content-id=1169655781728&amp;amp;gid=1173178733677&amp;amp;imgid=1173178733681"&gt;The Kiss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life Lesson #037: Sometimes the hardest thing are the right things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-7466361355128361468?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7466361355128361468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=7466361355128361468&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7466361355128361468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7466361355128361468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sza-Ky4cZxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RZOvdzxh4cM/s72-c/1173178736932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3868355662085318370</id><published>2009-12-29T20:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:29:43.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quit Playing Games With My Heart"</title><content type='html'>Date 21:&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday December 29th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had &lt;a href="http://www.lennysnyc.com/main.asp"&gt;dinner&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt;. Well if you count me bringing hot chocolate and chicken noodle soup over to his house as 'having dinner' then thats exactly what we did. We had a serious talk because I feel like he's too busy for me right now. I told him I just did the "I don't have time for you" thing with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-really-blue.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt; and he kinda gets it. I gave him three choices 1.) we just stop talking move on with our lives and have that be that 2.) be just friends and nothing more or 3.) keep things as they are now see how things are going in a month or so and revisit the topic. We both agreed option #3 seemed like a good choice. I really like him and from what he's said he likes me too, well he likes me enough to have a civil convo about whats going on. So thats it I'm not getting my hopes up about him just to be safe. Oh,&amp;nbsp;I maybe have a date this weekend with Mr. J he'a a new one, a younger man lol and I have my eyes on a Mr. B. So keep reading&amp;nbsp;and I'll be sure to keep you guys posted. Stay warm and catch ya later =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SzkpAOWpS0I/AAAAAAAAALM/5yZDUPwLoEQ/s1600-h/not_this_shit_again.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SzkpAOWpS0I/AAAAAAAAALM/5yZDUPwLoEQ/s400/not_this_shit_again.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #790: There's always something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-3868355662085318370?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3868355662085318370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3868355662085318370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3868355662085318370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3868355662085318370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/quit-playing-games-with-my-heart.html' title='&quot;Quit Playing Games With My Heart&quot;'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SzkpAOWpS0I/AAAAAAAAALM/5yZDUPwLoEQ/s72-c/not_this_shit_again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5193378006424129297</id><published>2009-12-27T14:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:34:55.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hate Relationships</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa-&lt;br /&gt;I realize we don't have the best relationship, that I bashed you on my blog and that I most likely have a permanent place on your naughty list. I'm sorry but you scare the living daylights out of me. How creepy is your job? How creepy are you? Seriously think about it! Well I just wanted to say thanks for all the amazing crap you brought me I really needed a &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/us/consumer/tv-video/blu-ray/blu-ray-players/BD-P1600/XAA/index.idx?pagetype=prd_detail"&gt;Blu-Ray&lt;/a&gt; and a new &lt;a href="http://us.wii.com/"&gt;Wii&lt;/a&gt; =D But giving me the flu was a low blow I'm not gonna forget this!!! Next year I'm asking for a sports car and leaving you soy milk with a vegan bran muffin. Ha how do you like me now!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MrOhSoWrong"&gt;Eli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sze2I58NreI/AAAAAAAAALE/gtekgTzjVso/s1600-h/bad%2Bsanta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sze2I58NreI/AAAAAAAAALE/gtekgTzjVso/s400/bad%2Bsanta.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;Life Lesson #986: I'm gonna regret this next year.&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/3952445180127651858-5193378006424129297?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5193378006424129297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5193378006424129297&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5193378006424129297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5193378006424129297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-hate-relationships.html' title='Love Hate Relationships'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sze2I58NreI/AAAAAAAAALE/gtekgTzjVso/s72-c/bad%2Bsanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-378950809718133811</id><published>2009-12-24T15:46:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:10:04.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Am I the only one slightly terrified by the idea of &lt;a href="http://www.noradsanta.org/en/index.html"&gt;Santa Clause&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SzPScboGjkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/o1jEfJ2gP1Q/s1600-h/6a00e008d68b9688340105361c479d970b-320wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SzPScboGjkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/o1jEfJ2gP1Q/s400/6a00e008d68b9688340105361c479d970b-320wi.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;Update: OMG you guys I'm on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MrOhSoWrong"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mrohsowrong"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.wordpress.com/"&gt;Word Press&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;follow me for up to the minute updates and juicy tidbits!!!&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;Life Lesson #259: Sometimes being naughty is oh so nice =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Courier New', monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #675d1c; font-family: 'Bitstream Vera Sans Mono', 'Courier New', monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #675d1c; font-family: 'Bitstream Vera Sans Mono', 'Courier New', monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="DiggThisButton" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;amp;postID=378950809718133811"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="DiggThisButton" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;amp;postID=378950809718133811"&gt;&lt;/a&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/3952445180127651858-378950809718133811?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/378950809718133811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=378950809718133811&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/378950809718133811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/378950809718133811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SzPScboGjkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/o1jEfJ2gP1Q/s72-c/6a00e008d68b9688340105361c479d970b-320wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-2004742191493750784</id><published>2009-12-23T09:34:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:28:40.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yep epic meltdown number two is quite possibly in the works. That phone convo with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt; was a bad idea, a really bad idea. I can honestly say that talking to him made me physically Ill. I thought that was just a saying but it happened to me, so yeah... Maybe I am a drama queen. Anyway, I don't know why being friends with him is SO difficult. Well I do but thats for me to know... Maybe it would be best to go back to not talking. We'll see how this next week goes for me before any decisions are made. Today I'm running home to my Moms house, things aren't looking so good right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I once again find myself all alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-crazy-and-drunk.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; is still on the West Coast and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; is all tied up with work and travel. So it'll be me, myself and I for the rest of the year =( On a positive note, feeling like such shit has made food&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;unappetizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;so maybe I'll finally lose those extra 10 pounds and today is my friend Miss. C's Birthday so Happy Birthday!!! Oh one last thing. To everyone who's been asking if "my men" read this blog the answer is yes. I know for a fact Mr. W, &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-call-me-ginger.html"&gt;Mr. R&lt;/a&gt;, Mr. T and Mr. Dapper D all read. Hey guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: MY BLACKBERRY BROKE TODAY AND I LOST EVERYTHING. CAN YOU GUYS PLEASE RESEND YOUR INFO TO ME VIA TEXT OR EMAIL. THANKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SzIpduePQkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZajhwgFgVss/s1600-h/bluenude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SzIpduePQkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZajhwgFgVss/s400/bluenude.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagekind.com/artists/pablo_picasso/pablo_picasso.aspx"&gt;Blue Nude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life Lesson #131: I know I'll get my happily ever after. It just won't be the one I was hoping for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-2004742191493750784?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2004742191493750784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=2004742191493750784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2004742191493750784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2004742191493750784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-really-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SzIpduePQkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZajhwgFgVss/s72-c/bluenude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-4056352517659081759</id><published>2009-12-22T02:49:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:27:59.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To</title><content type='html'>Date 20:&lt;br /&gt;Monday December 21st, 2009&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/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sy-M7_SPM2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/3LZjJKDt7W8/s1600-h/happy-fucking-birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sy-M7_SPM2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/3LZjJKDt7W8/s400/happy-fucking-birthday.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And thats exactly what I did. The waterworks went off at least four times today. Let me break it down for you. At 12:00am on December 21st (my Birthday for those of you who don't already know) I started to cry. I knew that would happen so I wasn't surprised. I got really sad because all I could think about was how awesome my Birthday was last year. It was the closest to perfect as you could get. I went shopping, my mom cooked my favorite meal, I got a mani/pedi and my now ex-boyfriend made me brownies at 11:00 at night. I knew no matter what I got or did this year it would never compare to last year so that was my first meltdown. The next one happened a few hours after I woke up. My right fibula dislocated. I can't even describe the pain, I was crying and almost passed out. Next was when I went over to my Mom's house. I had talked to &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays-yall.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt; (bad idea and major setback) we did some catching up. He told me the one thing I did not want to hear. I was so upset I left my annual &lt;a href="http://www.bloomingdales.com/"&gt;shopping&lt;/a&gt; trip after about 30 minutes and only 2 purchases. Then the tears came again when I called &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-party-or-not-to-party.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt;. I was upset about Mr. Dapper D and really just needed some support. He did a really awesome job BTW =) Lastly was after I saw Mr. W. He came over and chilled for a while it was the best part of my day because I was feeling so *blah*. I was upset because of my "awful Birthday" and because I had "the talk" with him. I'm not gonna go into detail but I kind of just asked him if he thought he had time for a girlfriend right now. He didn't really answer but I told him he really needed to think about that. For once I'd like to have a boyfriend who has time for me. So we'll see what he comes up with. That's it for now I have some serious thinking to do myself. And a quick message to God please, please,&amp;nbsp;please&amp;nbsp;help me get over&amp;nbsp;Mr. Dapper D I can't do this anymore =*(&amp;nbsp;Thanks to everyone for the well wishes on my Birthday!!! And WOW have I seriously been on 20 dates?! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: My mother says this post makes me sound like a drama queen. And to that I say so what! It's my Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Life Lesson #121: Life gets harder every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-4056352517659081759?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4056352517659081759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=4056352517659081759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4056352517659081759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4056352517659081759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s My Party And I&apos;ll Cry If I Want To'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sy-M7_SPM2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/3LZjJKDt7W8/s72-c/happy-fucking-birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-8696215897318232266</id><published>2009-12-20T19:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:28:48.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes It's Still Huge</title><content type='html'>Date 19:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday December 20th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-party-or-not-to-party.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt;'s house today. It was nice because we kind of just got to lounge around and talk. Plus I got to be inside away from the massive amounts of snow and slush. He showed me this Lady GaGa song he's working on, it sounds really awesome so far! And thats all I have to say about that. Well I did ask him to hang out with me tomorrow because it's gonna be MY BIRTHDAY!!! Hopefully he'll make that happen *fingers crossed*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sy7DBykaP4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/czJkxM0YVfE/s1600-h/procrastination.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sy7DBykaP4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/czJkxM0YVfE/s400/procrastination.jpeg" /&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;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life Lesson #736:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #632035;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When you realize how much snow sucks you've become an adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3952445180127651858-8696215897318232266?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8696215897318232266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=8696215897318232266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8696215897318232266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8696215897318232266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-its-still-huge.html' title='Yes It&apos;s Still Huge'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sy7DBykaP4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/czJkxM0YVfE/s72-c/procrastination.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-4440247107368005441</id><published>2009-12-18T23:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:27:01.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays Y'All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SyUeO9I2JBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BCiemWLWwrU/s1600-h/chrismahanukwanzakahUSE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SyUeO9I2JBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BCiemWLWwrU/s400/chrismahanukwanzakahUSE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Quick update because I'm dead tired. My date with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-party-or-not-to-party.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; didn't happen yesterday. My gift of gab got the best of me... I cried because I felt really bad and because &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-crazy-and-drunk.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt; has made me really self conscious about everything that I say. Things are ok now we might go out tomorrow if theres not too much snow. &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-crazy-and-drunk.html"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt; is back home for a while =( so I'm all alone oh well. Today I decorated the Christmas with Ms. J and gave some toys to &lt;a href="http://www.toysfortots.org/"&gt;toys for tots&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;go me! I also decided to cut back on the beer, it's super sizing me.&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;Life Lesson # 251: When you realize how much Christmas sucks you've become an adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-4440247107368005441?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4440247107368005441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=4440247107368005441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4440247107368005441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4440247107368005441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays-yall.html' title='Happy Holidays Y&apos;All'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SyUeO9I2JBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BCiemWLWwrU/s72-c/chrismahanukwanzakahUSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5825210401369477142</id><published>2009-12-17T10:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:26:25.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talented Mr. T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Date 18:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday December 16th, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow a lot has happened in the past three days or so. Let's start with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-bird.html"&gt;Mr. E&lt;/a&gt;. He asked me on a second date I wasn't feeling him so I just ignored his text hopefully he gets the message. Then theres &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-call-me-ginger.html"&gt;Mr. R&lt;/a&gt;. He also asked me out again. I didn't respond yet but I think the answer will most likely be 'no'. &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-party-or-not-to-party.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; and I were gonna hangout on Tuesday night but we didn't because of bad timing and lack of communication. I'll see him today though!!! And last but not least I went out with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/ken-to-my-barbie.html"&gt;Mr. T&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;last night. He told me a few days ago that he's going home to California for a month or so (does that ring any bells... &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-bird.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt;). I thought about not going out with him because God knows I do not need to be sucked back into that kind of shit again, but I went anyway. I mean we only went out once and he's hot (and nice and funny) so it couldn't hurt. That statements going to come back to haunt me. Ok back to our date. We went to this &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/valhallabeer"&gt;bar&lt;/a&gt; by his house it was fun although he was half an hour late. We did this beer tasting thing, you guys know I love my beer!!! I got completely wasted. Like walking became a problem and the floor was my friend... Anyway we left the bar made a quick detour I think I ate Christmas cookies or something because theres red and green frosting all over my phone which by the way I almost lost last night. I fell asleep in the cab on the way home but not before I managed to drunk dial Mr. W (sorry!!!!!!). All I can say is Mr. T better hurry up and get his ass back to NYC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SypHu0KbU3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/apnhcGrARtI/s1600-h/beer-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SypHu0KbU3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/apnhcGrARtI/s400/beer-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life Lesson #163: Don't drink and dial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5825210401369477142?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5825210401369477142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5825210401369477142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5825210401369477142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5825210401369477142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-crazy-and-drunk.html' title='The Talented Mr. T'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SypHu0KbU3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/apnhcGrARtI/s72-c/beer-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6577946312002389199</id><published>2009-12-14T11:13:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:54:26.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Nightmare</title><content type='html'>This has been the longest most depressing year of my entire life. I feel like I've been to hell&amp;nbsp;and back again at least 10x. I wish I could have my old life back, not that it was better. It was just nice to be so happy everyday... Ugh, I'm so ready for this year to be over, enough already! Doesn't life have some kind of a mercy rule like they do in little league baseball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Remember that thing I said I bought when you came to get your box? You know the thing I wouldn't tell you? I bought &lt;a href="http://www.brucespringsteen.net/news/index.html"&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/a&gt; tickets for the 11/7 show at MSG. They were gonna be your Birthday present. I didn't go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.computus.org/journal/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/the-garden-of-earthly-delights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.computus.org/journal/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/the-garden-of-earthly-delights.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/bosch/delight/"&gt;The Garden of Earthly Delights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #492: F**k you life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-6577946312002389199?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6577946312002389199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6577946312002389199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6577946312002389199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6577946312002389199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-over-yet.html' title='Welcome To My Nightmare'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-6587869978721030488</id><published>2009-12-12T13:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:39:51.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Party Or Not To Party???</title><content type='html'>Date 17:&lt;br /&gt;Friday December 11th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/nice-place.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; called and asked me to go to a &lt;a href="http://downtowngalwayhooker.com/home.html"&gt;party&lt;/a&gt; thing with him. I said no because I had a long week and really just wanted to stay in and watch movies. But then I started to feel guilty. I mean why not?! Isn't staying in what got me into trouble before. So I sent him a text saying I decided to go with him. He was really excited it was funny. So I went we stayed for half an hour met some of his friends then left and got lost on the subway, again... That's pretty much it, I was SO tired. I got home and hopped in bed and put Home Alone on. Kinda lame but whatever =p Oh, can we talk about the weather for a second!? How cold is it right now?? "Colder than a pimps heart!" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YXPd5C6lNY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YXPd5C6lNY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #817: Sometimes it's ok to stay at home and be lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-6587869978721030488?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6587869978721030488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=6587869978721030488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6587869978721030488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/6587869978721030488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-party-or-not-to-party.html' title='To Party Or Not To Party???'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-932328263593235726</id><published>2009-12-10T23:12:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:37:53.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ken To My Barbie</title><content type='html'>Date 16:&lt;br /&gt;Thursday December 10th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenya cover your eyes... Holy fucking shit Mr. T is ridiculously hot, hot, hot!!!! We had &lt;a href="http://www.lafayettegrillandbar.net/"&gt;dinner&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and talked for almost 3 hours. He's nice, funny, tallish, has 2 &lt;a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/dachshund/"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/a&gt; too and is a hair model lol. He invited me to his friends Birthday &lt;a href="http://pianosnyc.com/"&gt;party&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but I declined. I mean I was already almost wasted and I just met him. I'm praying for a second date you guys should too, I'm being so serious right now. And FYI he totally looks just like a Ken doll it's crazy!!! I guess thats it, I wish there was more though =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Date 2 is in the works!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SyFVfJ4GFTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ADkR32LUdmE/s1600-h/colette-barbie-and-ken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SyFVfJ4GFTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ADkR32LUdmE/s400/colette-barbie-and-ken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #867: Somethings might be too good to be true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-932328263593235726?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/932328263593235726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=932328263593235726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/932328263593235726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/932328263593235726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/ken-to-my-barbie.html' title='The Ken To My Barbie'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SyFVfJ4GFTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ADkR32LUdmE/s72-c/colette-barbie-and-ken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5275563657186662707</id><published>2009-12-09T23:42:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:35:08.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"That's Badass"</title><content type='html'>Date 15:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday December 9th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the long awaited date with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/oops-he-did-it-again.html"&gt;Mr. R&lt;/a&gt; has finally happened. We met at Penn Station, I was late then it took me forever to find him, typical. You'd think finding a redhead in a crowded room would be easier! We walked through time square (passed &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/nice-place.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt;'s house) for a bit then ended up getting &lt;a href="http://www.heartlandbrewery.com/HB_Burger.php"&gt;burgers&lt;/a&gt; for dinner. We talked for a long time but it was nice. I even broke the cardinal rule and let him look at my blog. Hope that doesn't come back to haunt me... &amp;nbsp;And can someone tell me why every redhead I've ever met has been a Mets fan? We ended up in Toys R Us that made for a good time. Speaking of toys. I started a &lt;a href="http://www.toysfortots.org/"&gt;Toys for Tots&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;drop off box in my Moms building. You guys should all drop a toy or two off or find a drop off spot near you and donate there!!! Back to Mr. R, overall I had a nice time. Would I go on a second date with him? I don't know maybe I have to think about it. Next up is dinner tomorrow night with Mr. T, fingers crossed it goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SyB735PkgXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/fhkj_WF-rwg/s1600-h/Times+Square+Parade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SyB735PkgXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/fhkj_WF-rwg/s400/Times+Square+Parade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #132: Guys can be sassy too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5275563657186662707?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5275563657186662707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5275563657186662707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5275563657186662707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5275563657186662707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-call-me-ginger.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s Badass&quot;'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SyB735PkgXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/fhkj_WF-rwg/s72-c/Times+Square+Parade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-8835143965446147704</id><published>2009-12-07T01:41:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:58:56.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG It's Huge!!!</title><content type='html'>Date 14:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday December 6th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I had a last minute date with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/umpa-lumpa-doom-pa-dee-do.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; tonight or was it yesterday? Oh well, who cares. His apartment is HUGE and really nice! Not as cool as mine but nice. He lives right smack dab in the middle of midtown Manhattan on the 30th floor in a kick ass three bedroom apartment with an awesome view score!!! JK. I met his brother he was late for a dinner but from what I saw he was a really nice dude. Anyway we had lot's of LOL's!!! He showed me his &lt;a href="http://www.sibelius.com/home/index_flash.html"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt; stuff which was way, way, way beyond me. Still it was cool to see. And yes Jenya I just got home. Aren't you happy I didn't spend the night!? No? Well you should be =D Oh I can now make it official... I'm having dinner with Mr. T on Thursday. I'm excited about finally getting to meet him! One last thing, I'm sure its clear that I'm very fond of Mr. W but I think I might have to pull the let's take this slow card. To quote my friend Ms. E "He's wayyy into you and I know you like him but I'm not sure you like him ENOUGH to date him&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;exclusively" right now those are my words to live by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;Update: I asked &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/oops-he-did-it-again.html"&gt;Mr. R&lt;/a&gt; out today he said yes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sxyib0hAOiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-Z64F-qbm84/s1600-h/henri-silberman-new-york-new-york-empire-state-building.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sxyib0hAOiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-Z64F-qbm84/s400/henri-silberman-new-york-new-york-empire-state-building.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;Life Lesson #137: Sometimes having three dogs sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-8835143965446147704?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8835143965446147704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=8835143965446147704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8835143965446147704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/8835143965446147704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/nice-place.html' title='OMG It&apos;s Huge!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sxyib0hAOiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-Z64F-qbm84/s72-c/henri-silberman-new-york-new-york-empire-state-building.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-2449244716201913861</id><published>2009-12-05T18:21:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:25:36.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blonde Walks Into A Bar...</title><content type='html'>Date 13: &lt;br /&gt;Saturday December 5th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really not wanting to go on this date with Mr. E. He sounded like a "special person" when we talked on the phone last week and I really just wanted to stay in bed today it was gross and snowing out. I went though, I mean why not? I'm trying to keep an open mind and I canceled our last date. Anyway, we went out for &lt;a href="http://www.phebesnyc.com/"&gt;lunch&lt;/a&gt; I was late because I couldn't find a taxi but whatever. We had a nice convo watched some college football then went for &lt;a href="http://www.riceny.com/home.php"&gt;coffee&lt;/a&gt;. Overall, he was a nice guy. He asked for a second date but I'm not sure. He's really not my type I was never big on blond hair and blue eyes... That's about all I have on Mr. E. Next week I'm having dinner with Mr. T and maybe drinks with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/oops-he-did-it-again.html"&gt;Mr. R&lt;/a&gt;. As for &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/umpa-lumpa-doom-pa-dee-do.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt;, he sent me a sappy text last night it freaked me out a little I feel like he might be clingy. In other news, I talked to &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-time.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt; today. I'm really proud of myself! We had a civil convo for the first time in a long time and I feel A LOT better about that whole thing. I know he's reading this so hey there cupcake hah =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxrfvYf5HAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/en8egHxzRKY/s1600-h/sesame_street_big_bird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxrfvYf5HAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/en8egHxzRKY/s400/sesame_street_big_bird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Life Lesson #533: Go for it!!! The worst you can be is wrong and the worst they can say is no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-2449244716201913861?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2449244716201913861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=2449244716201913861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2449244716201913861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2449244716201913861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-bird.html' title='A Blonde Walks Into A Bar...'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxrfvYf5HAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/en8egHxzRKY/s72-c/sesame_street_big_bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5644764944520688480</id><published>2009-12-04T09:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:49:25.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Umpa Lumpas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Date 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday December 3rd, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/over-bridge-and-through-street.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; came over. It was seriously a last minute thing. He wanted to watch &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/shows/jersey_shore/series.jhtml"&gt;Jersey Shore&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and get Chinese food. The show was entertaining for like a second then we turned it off. He's from Jersey and we've both seen our fair share of Guidos! My favorite are the really really orange ones who don't know what a t-shirt is with gravity defying hair. I know you guys know what I'm talking about! Then he showed me some pictures from a &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com/"&gt;Perez&lt;/a&gt; party he went to the night before. We talked a little then I kicked him out because I was tired. Tomorrow I have a date with Mr. E. We were gonna go out last week but I was too tired. I think we're gonna grab a quick lunch. I don't really wanna go but I'm trying to keep an open mind. I'm also going out with Mr. T next week he's the one who's been in LA and kind of looks like a Ken doll...&lt;br /&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxkZSNOfEyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/toOh-2M9Sq0/s1600-h/guidos_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxkZSNOfEyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/toOh-2M9Sq0/s400/guidos_1.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;Life Lesson #908: Guidos...&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/3952445180127651858-5644764944520688480?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5644764944520688480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5644764944520688480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5644764944520688480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5644764944520688480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/umpa-lumpa-doom-pa-dee-do.html' title='Umpa Lumpas'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxkZSNOfEyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/toOh-2M9Sq0/s72-c/guidos_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5447188549883840267</id><published>2009-12-03T14:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:14:37.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Who here remembers &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/oops-he-did-it-again.html"&gt;Mr. R&lt;/a&gt;?&amp;nbsp;You know the guy with the red hair who&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;canceled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;our date because he had to 'travel'. Well he sent me a text today asking if I wanted to go out tomorrow. First off, I already have plans and I don't know if he gets a second chance. I kind of want to shoot him a nasty text haha }=) I mean he's hot but I'm really feeling Mr. W who by the way asked for a third date! Ok just had to get that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxgKu5AX7qI/AAAAAAAAAII/D1K79F-ZMJw/s1600-h/kidfinger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxgKu5AX7qI/AAAAAAAAAII/D1K79F-ZMJw/s400/kidfinger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Life Lesson #200: Make up your mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5447188549883840267?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5447188549883840267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5447188549883840267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5447188549883840267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5447188549883840267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxgKu5AX7qI/AAAAAAAAAII/D1K79F-ZMJw/s72-c/kidfinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3558318304348262506</id><published>2009-12-01T19:29:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:47:50.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over The River And Through The Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Date 11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Monday November 30th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxWz-CrErBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Hps_nz-8NI8/s1600/wbridge6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxWz-CrErBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Hps_nz-8NI8/s400/wbridge6.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&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Last night I went out with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-late.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; again. It was by far the best date yet! We went to his friends house in Brooklyn for a pizza party thing. It was fun although for a second I thought I was gonna die. Once we got to Brooklyn his friend had to pick us up and drive us to his place. So were waiting outside of&amp;nbsp;White Castle&amp;nbsp;and this guy pulls up in a car. He said "are you Mr. W?" Mr. W was like who the fuck is this?! Both of us were freaking out! Finally we figured out that the guy was not trying to mug us but he was sent by the pizza making friend to pick us up. Yeah confusing. Anyway, we got to the guys house had some pizza and beer then they all went to a concert but Mr. W and I left. We decided to walk over the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.nyc.gov/html/dot/html/bridges/bridges.shtml#williamsburg"&gt;Williamsburg Bridge&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;back to the city. Let me tell you it was freezing my fingers were numb! Anyway we finally made it back to the city. There will most likely be a date three so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Life Lesson #275: Walking is good for the soul and thighs!&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/3952445180127651858-3558318304348262506?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3558318304348262506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3558318304348262506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3558318304348262506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3558318304348262506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/over-bridge-and-through-street.html' title='Over The River And Through The Woods'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxWz-CrErBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Hps_nz-8NI8/s72-c/wbridge6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-739660185488303508</id><published>2009-11-27T18:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:24:40.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving. I did! I stuffed myself silly. God bless America! Although, &amp;nbsp;I feel so gross today I wish someone would roll me around (yeah I just said that). I decided that starting my diet before turkey day was a bad idea so I restarted it for the 100th time today. Hopefully this time I'll stick to it. Anyway, let's talk men! I've been talking to &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-late.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt; everyday via text. He kind of asked me out next week but we'll see. I&amp;nbsp;canceled&amp;nbsp;my date with Mr. E. We were gonna go out last Tuesday but I was so tired. Maybe I'll reschedule. I was also gonna go out with Mr. T last week but I ran out of time. He's in LA visiting family but we're gonna meet up when he gets back next week. But the hands down&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;of my week was most&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;the text I got from &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-late.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. It was the most random thing ever!! H&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;ello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;we're not even talking to each other. I totally freaked out and had a meltdown 30 minutes before Thanksgiving dinner...awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxBaBBbwvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GKO0AN_qxJU/s1600/optimism_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxBaBBbwvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GKO0AN_qxJU/s400/optimism_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Life Lesson #601: Someone will come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-739660185488303508?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/739660185488303508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=739660185488303508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/739660185488303508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/739660185488303508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-time.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SxBaBBbwvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GKO0AN_qxJU/s72-c/optimism_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-5260604248365822673</id><published>2009-11-26T23:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:13:02.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sw9cRXizU2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/RklW-fg38Qk/s1600/turkeynhg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sw9cRXizU2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/RklW-fg38Qk/s400/turkeynhg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Life Lesson #899: Another reason why being a turkey would suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-5260604248365822673?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5260604248365822673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=5260604248365822673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5260604248365822673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/5260604248365822673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving_1958.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/Sw9cRXizU2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/RklW-fg38Qk/s72-c/turkeynhg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-2241350025276937706</id><published>2009-11-22T20:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:35:09.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So You're From New England</title><content type='html'>Date 10:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday November 22nd, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from my date with Mr. N. We met at the &lt;a href="http://www.southstreetseaport.com/"&gt;South Street Seaport&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;then got a quick coffee. He was on some wried detox diet (don't ask) so we didn't eat anything. He was nice but too old and reminded me of my hairdresser, in other words I thought he was playing for the other team. No second date for Mr. N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zK_91Q0v-8c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zK_91Q0v-8c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #846: Sometimes you just know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-2241350025276937706?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2241350025276937706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=2241350025276937706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2241350025276937706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/2241350025276937706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-youre-from-new-england.html' title='So You&apos;re From New England'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-3872332828400943215</id><published>2009-11-22T17:45:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:34:41.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God You're Late!</title><content type='html'>Date 9:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday November 22nd, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from my date with &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-well-well.html"&gt;Mr. W&lt;/a&gt;, he was half an hour late! You know I let him have it, I hate lateness! I thought about leaving but eh I stuck around. We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.pps.org/great_public_spaces/one?public_place_id=54"&gt;park&lt;/a&gt; and talked for a bit. He brought his guitar because he was giving a lesson after our date. I was telling him how I have a piano and guitar at home but didn't really know how to play. He was so enthusiastic about teaching me. I almost didn't know what to say because I would always ask &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-well-well.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt; to teach me but he always said he didn't have the patience to teach. So when Mr. W said he would it was kind of a big deal to me. Anyway I think we might go out again. I'm maybe going out with Mr. N in an hour or so although I don't wanna go out again tonight. We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks to Mr. W for fixing the video!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="266" width="432"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ml2au29wPzs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ml2au29wPzs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="432" height="266"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #544: Be on time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-3872332828400943215?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3872332828400943215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=3872332828400943215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3872332828400943215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/3872332828400943215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-late.html' title='Oh My God You&apos;re Late!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-4522825892649455879</id><published>2009-11-21T16:48:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:23:40.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Well, Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow what a nice surprise! Mr. W called me today and we talked for about 30&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;minutes. He wants to grab coffee tomorrow so finally for the first time in three weeks I'm going on a date holla!!! I'm a little worried because he's a music producer/composer aka his first love is and will always be music just like &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-broke-me-in-all-right-places.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt;. He was telling me he did online dating because he never has time for meeting new people. Am I the only one seeing red flags? Oh guess what Mom? He rides a motorcycle&amp;nbsp;has a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mohawk and piercings! He's half Italian, half P&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; white-space: normal;"&gt;ortuguese and he plays&amp;nbsp;guitar. I hope he's an&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;exception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the rule and doesn't remind me why I swore off of musicians. ALSO, I'm going out with Mr. N tomorrow evening. I'm such a pimpstress. He's a little old for me but why not. A quick Happy Birthday to Ms. J!!! (sorry about the formatting).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SwlaK3sVRdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/98zTk_cQuBI/s1600/pimpin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SwlaK3sVRdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/98zTk_cQuBI/s400/pimpin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life Lesson #614: Try everything at least twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-4522825892649455879?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4522825892649455879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=4522825892649455879&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4522825892649455879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/4522825892649455879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-well-well.html' title='Well, Well, Well'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SwlaK3sVRdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/98zTk_cQuBI/s72-c/pimpin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-7366888115506125513</id><published>2009-11-18T18:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:48:01.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Broke Me In All The Right Places</title><content type='html'>If I knew things were gonna turn out like this I never would of asked. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SwR79bN93GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zbbhydlj1FA/s1600/picasso-weeping-woman-1937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SwR79bN93GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zbbhydlj1FA/s400/picasso-weeping-woman-1937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?workid=11871"&gt;Weeping Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&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;Life Lesson #917: A lot can happen in a year.&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/3952445180127651858-7366888115506125513?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7366888115506125513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=7366888115506125513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7366888115506125513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7366888115506125513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-broke-me-in-all-right-places.html' title='You Broke Me In All The Right Places'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SwR79bN93GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zbbhydlj1FA/s72-c/picasso-weeping-woman-1937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952445180127651858.post-7307220048202826114</id><published>2009-11-16T16:31:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:22:36.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops He Did It Again</title><content type='html'>Date 8:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday November 18th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is really starting to piss me off! I just got a lovely text from &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/rosso-fiorentino.html"&gt;Mr. R&lt;/a&gt;. It said "Hey listen I want to apologize but I need to cancel for Wednesday. My job has me traveling and these next few weeks I will be all over. I'll text you when I get back" He must be kidding me! What BS! I'm not&amp;nbsp;rescheduling with him.&amp;nbsp;WTF is this? Can someone please explain what the hell is going on here? I'm so pissed right now! On the bright side, I've been talking to some other guys. I have a Mr. B, Mr. C, two Mr. E's, a Mr. N, Mr. T and a Mr. W crazy!!! I'm&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;about Mr. W but thats what I said about &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/slow-week.html"&gt;Mr. P&lt;/a&gt;, Mr. R and &lt;a href="http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/rosso-fiorentino.html"&gt;Mr. Dapper D&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SwHDbcPw6dI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4dF7A1YDw84/s1600/bitch_slap-13115.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SwHDbcPw6dI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4dF7A1YDw84/s400/bitch_slap-13115.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life Lesson #409: Sometimes it's ok to unleash your black side on some poor&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;unsuspecting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952445180127651858-7307220048202826114?l=mrohsowrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7307220048202826114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952445180127651858&amp;postID=7307220048202826114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7307220048202826114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952445180127651858/posts/default/7307220048202826114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrohsowrong.blogspot.com/2009/11/oops-he-did-it-again.html' title='Oops He Did It Again'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00576142292783208032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SuEB3wB3yAI/AAAAAAAAADw/AgKGwvKQ6qo/S220/Artistic-Drawing-3996.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7atS5Xzt__4/SwHDbcPw6dI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4dF7A1YDw84/s72-c/bitch_slap-13115.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
