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  <title>I probably don't like you...</title>
  <subtitle>It's on...</subtitle>
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    <name>K to the mutha fuckin IM</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonusgirl:5850</id>
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    <title>it's that time again...</title>
    <published>2004-07-20T00:48:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-20T00:48:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;THE PAOMNNEHAL PWEOR OF THE HMUAN MNID&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;waht&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;wrod as a wlohe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Amzanig huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooters, I'm still listening to Heavier Things because I'm addicted to it. I'm always like this with a new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fantastic, but part of me thinks that if Kim from 3 years ago ran into the Kim today, she would KICK MY ASS for listening to John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kim today, like Kim 3 years ago, doesn't give a shit what anyone else thinks, even if it is another Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a new episode of Six Feet Under was on last night. I have watched every episode of this show, and so, for those of you that are die-hard fans like I am, WASN'T LAST NIGHT'S EPISODE BEYOND FUCKED UP?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have no clue what I'm talking about, I suggest you start watching the show because it ROCKS!! It's by the same guy who did American Beauty. Yea, last night's was just....wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did leave work early yesterday because my woman-problems started early, and in full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Lovin'</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonusgirl:5516</id>
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    <title>down her at the porn shop</title>
    <published>2004-05-14T16:54:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-14T16:54:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well it was another fantastic night at the porn shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another clerk called in sick so poor Bert had to come in on his day off and work. He gets OT, which is good, but it was his day off. It's crazy that we need to acquire coverage so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one day this week the people scheduled actually showed up. Other than that, I have had call-ins and no-shows and left to cover the shifts that are obviously too difficult for these people to get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JOB IS SO FUCKING EASY!!! ESPECIALLY AS A PART TIMER! WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE A MILLION MISSING TITLES AND NO ONE CAN SHOW THE FUCK UP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, Jorge and I went food shopping, because we desperately needed to, and it was actually kind of fun. It's not all that busy at 10:30 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, Krissy came over and we hung out for a while... blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Suzy yesterday too, and she hugs like a man! Then again, she is a lesbian, but still. She hugged me so tight!!! I don't hug people here, so I think she feels special... how else am I supposed to convince her to come home with me and Jorge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jorge, his birthday is on Sunday so I want you all to wish him a happy birthday... either tell him or call him or e-mail him or post it on here and I'll show him. He'll be the big 2-1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up uber late today so my eyes still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Lovin'</content>
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    <title>scream and furniture</title>
    <published>2004-05-10T15:27:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-10T15:27:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I watched SCREAM last night for the first time in years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how much I liked it... and Matthew Lillard is so scrumdiddlyumptious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Skeet Ulrich, Johnny Depp called...he wants his DNA back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later today, the wife and I will head to Hershey to spend time with my mother and shay...and force them to help with the couches...well, not Mom... but Shay...because he's big, and he plays football, and he'll kick the shit outta you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream... yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the day for all woman who have passed a living organism out of her uterus, down the birth canal, and through the vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day... I personally delivered Mom's roses... they were all pink and purdy. I just wanted to make sure I made her happy. She's been sad and I don't like that one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had flowers delivered to Jorge's mom. She got them and LOVED them. I guess his father said that I outdid even him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewie is loving me. His fur feels good on my legs because, well, I'm not wearing pants... so my ankles are ripe for the fuzzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm still partially asleep. No matter. Coffee is about ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Lovin'</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonusgirl:5046</id>
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    <title>broke as a joke</title>
    <published>2004-05-06T17:24:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-06T17:24:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm a broke ass bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, browsing the coolest looking fucking clothes and furniture...online...with no money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a broke ass bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about me. How are all of you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to me. I hate not having money. I want so much stuff!! I'm looking at flower arrangements for Mother's Day and they're so EXPENSIVE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mom, but I'm not spending $100 on flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually looking for something for Jorge's mother. I can do something local for my mother but we won't get a chance to see Jorge's mother for Mother's Day so I'd like to have something delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did notice one site that offers same day delivery but I'm a bit skeptical about doing that on the 9th. I'm sure it'll be SUPER busy as it is. My point is, I won't have money until the 8th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least all of my bills are paid. I just have to get used to the luxurious lifestyle of food and shelter, as Bert from work would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great...I just remembered... cable is due this week too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan-fucking-tastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start playing the lottery? I mean, I guess I would if the $1 ticket wasn't so much to ask. I mean c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my hot pocket to be ready. I'm so hungry I could eat my cat, but I won't. I'm making it in the oven so it doesn't explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my couches... they are in Hershey. All we need is a u-haul and a day off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list of monetary priorities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cable bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mommies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get those wonderful couches the hell over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jorge's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. Sorry to put you last, Jorge, but it's only because I don't want bad credit, Mother's Day is before your birthday, and the U-haul won't be all that much...and then it's ALL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about. Jorge doesn't even read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Lovin'</content>
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    <title>i don't even know...</title>
    <published>2004-03-28T15:36:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-28T15:36:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So... between waking up @ 7am, going back to sleep, being in pain all day, getting "yelled" at by my stoned boss, and a group of loud drunk people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday SUCKED!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonusgirl:4477</id>
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    <title>LaDiEs' NiGhT!</title>
    <published>2004-03-27T03:30:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-27T03:30:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't updated in SO LONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt anyone even reads this anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also noticed that my entries were never very interesting. I should work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Ladies' Night in Reading and it was PHENOMENAL! Our numbers were insane, but more importantly, the women had a blast. I really wish we had Ladies' Night more often. They are always so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the honor of meeting Dr. Ducky Doolittle! And, I also found she keeps an LJ. She was amazingly great. I don't know what else to say about her except that she was AWESOME! And gorgeous, to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to keep up more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Lovin'</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonusgirl:4266</id>
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    <title>What the world needs now...is a bigger and better Holocaust than EVER!</title>
    <published>2003-08-15T15:52:42Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-15T15:52:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sitcom laughter in the background</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey Mr.LJ! Don't be mad at my subject line...I'm Jewish, so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something new, and quick. I need to do something with this head of mine. You see, it's been black for a while now. But, since I've been lax with the upkeep, it's progressively turning more brown. What's a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change it. But in the tradition of my hair, I can't tell anyone what it's going to be. I know it's not actually all that important but it makes me feel better. What kind of straws do YOU clutch to, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully it will be sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the George and I move in on September 10th and I'm getting more excited as the days go on. I have to pay this months H2O bill, phone bill, and AES bill, and I'll be caught up up up. Eeek...who has time to dye their hair with all these bills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I don't have automo-bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Lovin'</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonusgirl:3933</id>
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    <title>You're a DUMB CUNT! Hee hoo!</title>
    <published>2003-08-13T12:27:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-13T12:27:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm balding??? Weird!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to finally be a porn-store manager when I'm 40...when I have 7 kids! It's gonna be awesome you guys!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF course, if you guys wanna come visit my trailer, it's the big white one with the disclaimer outside that says "WHITE TRASH" so you guys can't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we are having a party to celebrate the prohibition of Satan from the Fag-Pad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Annie, you should really learn when to drop something...other than your pants. It's not too smart of you to continue this bullshit when it was already forgotten about. So, I hope you read this, I hope you get mad, I hope you bitch and complain about it to your "lover" and "future life partner" because it's about time this got personal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't the one who fucked your life up by NOT aborting you when I had the chance. Blame your mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Lovin'</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonusgirl:3728</id>
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    <title>5 bucks for two months...better than that hooker...</title>
    <published>2003-08-12T19:46:24Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-12T19:46:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>QOTSA - Feel Good Hit of the Summer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well I'm a paid member of Mr.LJ, for now. I paid the 5 bucks because I wanted to see what was so special. Well, since I'm computer-illiterate with a slight case of down syndrome, I can't figure any of it out! &lt;br /&gt;So if anyone would like to school me on how I can have a semi-interesting looking LJ, please, do so...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a whole lot.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonusgirl:3419</id>
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    <title>You give me a raise and I'll give you one...</title>
    <published>2003-05-30T16:49:09Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-30T16:49:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">UPDATE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(happy, Mel and Krissy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does a little dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my boss about going full time...and it's almost definite. I think I have it in the bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Time = a raise and guaranteed 40 hours...and health care...and a whole lotta good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't just want me to be full time. He said I could excel in the business. How awesome is that?? He basically told me that I'm the best employee in the store right now and that I'm smart enough to advance further, ya know, to a managerial position. And he confessed that the pay is pretty decent when you advance. Well, I say GRRREAT! I would fucking LOVE to excel in this industry. I'm so happy that I have a job that I enjoy. Yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go dye my hair...woohoo! What color? What color?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Lovin'</content>
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    <title>BIG NEWS...not really</title>
    <published>2003-05-25T23:39:20Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-25T23:39:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">BIG NEWS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed my kitty's name from Garfield to Stewie. Yes, Garfield was nice. He is fat and orange but Stewie suits him better; like Stewie from the Family Guy. He seems to have some attitude that would only be appropriate in a worldy, sophisticated, intelligent, queenish 50 year old man. Oh, and his eyes are far apart like Stewie's too. So, yea, it's official. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a lot of shit to do. I have to get a whole bitch-ton of laundry done tonight. I also have to shower because my head feels gross and I'm pretty sure I smell. *sniff sniff* Yea, it's confirmed. I have to wash my sheets, especially, so I can get them on the bed. If I don't finish my clothes it isn't a huge deal because I don't work until 5:30 tomorrow. Yes, the ol' porno biz is runnin' on Memorial Day. People need their fix, it's pathetic. But it keeps me in a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my room, for the most part, but I have to scrub and vaccuum the rug to get the kitty smell out! I need to cage the animal at night (*wink wink Shay*) so he doesn't fuck my room up again. I also cleaned my Buddy's cage. Unfortunately it still smells rank so I should get on top of that soon. I haven't really noticed the smell because I haven't spent a whole lot of time in my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spent a whole lot of time at home, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I hung out with Xtopher. Yea, he is so my bitch. Actually no. It was fuckin' fun though. I guess sobriety can be fun . Anyhoo, we watched Punch Drunk Love and I have to say, I want to fuck Adam Sandler until his head explodes...and then keep doing it. The movie was so fucking bizarre. I don't quite know how I feel about it still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So George comes down tomorrow night. I get off work early so I should be home by the time he gets here. I haven't seen him in a few weeks so I'm fully prepared to attack him...or be attacked. Whatever. It's gonna happen...on my new bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, my back hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go clean some more. Oh the joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Listening to: The Used (fuck off, it's not as bad as you may think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Lovin'</content>
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    <title>Drop a few names...snort a few lines...sell a few porns...</title>
    <published>2003-05-20T16:20:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-20T19:21:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The White Stripes: Elephant ~ Ball and Biscuit</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have to shower...my hair is sticky. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some gay complaint, I have to mention a certain someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XTOPHER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dirrrtiest crotch that ever crotched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**outta my face**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's out of the way. Now I won't get queered anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So porn is good...but duh. Porn is always good. You would think with the industry being so good, we would get paid better. But, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get to the bank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get cigarettes because I'm a cigarette whore! I'm supposed to quit...but I haven't yet. Smoking is just...ugh, I don't even know... fun? Not really though. I should quit...seriously. Shay, I don't wanna hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Well, a customer told me that I'm "a beautiful person" last night. That was nice. I hope he doesn't get all weird and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jay. Jay is my boss and yesterday was another open to close day for him. He's been working in HBG and CH for a while now because CH is so desperate for work. By last night, I think he was ready to kill someone. But who can blame him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm retarded. I am trying to drink a glass of water but everytime I go to take a sip, I manage to spill some on my lap. *DURRR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to like my hair. I've managed to style it so I don't look completely like a European boy. Yea, I didn't think those Euro-boys had tits either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? What else? &lt;br /&gt;\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**LATER**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...hmm. I showered, went to the bank, stopped at the store for some smokes... now I chill until it's time to go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here at the porn shop! (to the tune of Pawn Shop by Sublime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some more pics! Check em out on my xanga site... or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Lovin'</content>
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    <title>I Have Been Careless With A Delicate Journal</title>
    <published>2003-05-19T17:40:51Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-19T17:40:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yo... okay, I'm white. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry for no updates in a long fucking time. I'm back, though. I've been so faithful to xanga that I kinda forgot I had a live-journal account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like anyone will read this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll start posting more, now!!!</content>
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    <title>So long since we last met</title>
    <published>2003-02-22T01:25:24Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-22T01:25:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mr.LJ! What did you do to me?! I had the toughest time trying to crack back into you. But, I've finally done it and I'm so very happy I did. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I can't post much. Nothing interesting has happened...at least, nothing that I can think of off the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;I will certainly be posting more often. YAY!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonusgirl:2271</id>
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    <title>Surprises and Shoutouts!</title>
    <published>2003-02-10T16:23:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-10T16:23:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Toadies - Rubberneck</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mr.LJ, get a load of this!&lt;br /&gt;We pulled up to George's store at about 6:00pm. I called him from the cell and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: Nothin' really. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I guess not a whole lot. Umm...do you think you could take a smoke break or something because I really have to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: About what?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's kind of bad. I just don't feel comfortable discussing it with you while you're working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: Yea...gimme a minute. I'll call the cell back in like, 2 minutes. I just have to grab my jacket. Is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea, that's fine. Okay, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just stood there...smiling like a big doofus. I was just standing there waiting to see him walk out the door. There must have been like, 7-10 people who walked out before him but every time the door opened I got excited. Then it was him. He came out looking down at his cell phone, looked up at me, glanced down and spit (haha) and then looked back up at me and his jaw dropped! He looked like he was looking at a ghost!! It was perfect! I just started giggling. He walked over to me and he was smiling by this point..."What the hell are you doin' here?" And I said, "haha, gotchya!" He said I scared the shit out of him when I said it was bad news...well no shit! That was my intention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he finished up work and we went back to the hotel. He came by later, after getting lost of course, and then we headed out. I wanted to get pizza...ya know, REAL PIZZA, but then he asked if I wanted to see John. So I was like, "hell yea." So we went to see John and ended up just eating fast food. We drove around a lot and tried to avoid getting out of the car because it was FREEZING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the hotel but stayed in the car for about 30 minutes before heading in  No...we weren't talking...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's snowing! GRRR! He's heading down here tonight. One of our objectives of his visit is to get pictures of us together because we never really had a lot of those. So we will try to this time! Also, we will be going out on dates. It's gonna be really nice, I hope...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! In the car, he pulled out "Everything Sucks"-which I bought for him a few years ago- and he had just found it a few days prior. So we listened to it together. Then, after a few songs, he skipped to "We" and we both listened to all of the lyrics really intently. It was great...so so so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss some people at VU. I especially miss Joshie and Krys, there. I guess it's because we all seemed to bond RIGHT BEFORE I LEFT! Why does that happen? Anyway, they have mentioned coming out to visit before but I don't know how serious they are. I really hope they do. My mother would not only love to have them here, but she would love THEM. *sigh again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also miss Brooke and Geoff. I miss them. Skook! I'm sorry I forgot your birthday. I'll make up for it by sending a REALLY FAT STINKY guy into your store...in search of benwah balls or something. Remember that time that you and I had sex all semester long and kept it from Geoff and Steve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoff, I think you read this...if you do, thanks for the great rusty trombone tips  Remember that time you and I had sex all semester long and kept it from Brooke and Steve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...this entry has taken an ugly turn! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep lovin'!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonusgirl:1912</id>
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    <title>Booze, Rednecks, and  a Marilyn Manson Cover...</title>
    <published>2003-02-08T14:57:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-08T14:57:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey hey hey, Mr.LJ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to a bar with my folks and Josh. Josh works with my mother and he, from what I know, convinced her to have me come hang out with them. He used to sneak in when he was underage so he's the brains behind our successful mission last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there at around 7:00pm. We had to be there early so the security guards hadn't arrived yet. So I drank some water and ate some of his potato skins, which were really fucking good but equally greasy. I also blew like $5.00 on pinball...I'm not an addict! Yea, I will have a pinball machine of my own someday. It will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine. Mom and Jamie showed up closer to 9:00pm and then the band played, finally, around 10:30pm I think. They're the Poptart Monkeys (&lt;a href="http://www.poptartmonkeys.com"&gt;http://www.poptartmonkeys.com&lt;/a&gt;)  and I must say that they were pretty decent. They covered songs mostly and their cover of "Beautiful People" was pretty damn bad ass! They also covered "Teenage Dirtbag" and that was fun. I especially enjoyed watching the drunken rednecks attempt the pogo at the front of the stage. Oh yea, and it was just fucking dandy when the two redneck fucks across the bar were STARING at me. Jamie said it's because I'm like Elvira to them. Mom said it's because they were thinking, "Look how big her tits are!" So at that point, I wanted to curl up and die because my mother just made reference to my breasts, even if it was indirectly made. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun night. Broughna was there early on so it was cool seeing her. But, being a bartender leaves very little time to chat; especially when you're off in 5 minutes and people keep chattin' you up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I leave for NY. I'm psyched. George gets off of work at 7:00 though so I'm worried that I won't get there in time! PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joshie sent me pics from IN and I really hope they get here today. I've been waiting for them for weeks...he sent them with the wrong zip code at first so they got sent back but he sent them a few days ago, correct zip and all, and so I hope they get here today. It would be nice to have them and I'd be able to show George too. He's in a couple of em. I'm so anxious. So, now I have to go pack a little bit and shower and whatnot. YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep lovin'!</content>
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    <title>Frost and Flakes!</title>
    <published>2003-02-07T16:38:07Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-07T16:29:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Descendents-"We"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey There, Mr.LJ,&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had plans to go to the coffee shop and see my friend, Anna. I have not seen her since last June at graduation! Anyway, she told my brother, Shay, and I that she would be there and she also told my friend, Lisa, that she would be there after 8:00pm. So we waited, and waited...and waited...and she never showed up. But I had a pretty good time despite the fact that Anna flaked. Don't ask me why I had a good time because under normal conditions, it's not my scene to be at an open mic night at a perky perk place such as that but whatever...it was still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going out with my mother and step-father to a local bar. Yep, that's right, a bar. No I will not be drinking (bleh!) but I'm going to hang out with these fine people. There's a band playing that my mother really enjoys and she thinks I'll have a good time. So, through sneak tactics, I will get in without being carded. Oh yea, that's right, I am a bad ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's snow here! UGH! So much so that they cancelled school for the wee ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gaby won't stop talking to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we leave for NY and I'm so happy! I gave in to let George know that I have a surprise for him. He doesn't even know we are coming up to NY let alone that I will be surprising him at work. So I gave him 3 hints because he is getting anxious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He won't see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (After he asked me what color is is) It's all different colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (After he asked me if it had to do with a "body part") It has to do with the entire body...more specifically, MY entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those are pretty good hints because they leave SO MANY options to be drawn out. I really don't think he will guess what it is but even if he does, I won't tell him. Haha, am I evil or just fun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what part of what I'm getting him for a Valentine. I'm getting him Session 2 of the Cowboy Bebop episodes. He has Session 1 and has been talking about the second one. I just hope he won't go out and buy it for himself! I'm thinking about things that I can get to go along with it...the more cheesy things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, this one time...I think it was our first Valentine's Day together. Yea, we had been together since June 17, 1999, and this was Valentine's Day, 2000. I came home from school and on my bed were a dozen white roses placed in the shape of a big heart. White roses stand for friendship but I had told him that I like them so much more than traditional red ones. I cried when I saw them. He couldn't be at my house but he left those there along with the sweetest card. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminded me, a couple of weeks ago, I was cleaning my room. I had just gotten back from Indiana and I was making the room feel like my own. I went through some old stuff, figuring out what I wanted in my room and whatnot. Well, I have this SPIN zine with Kurt Cobain on the cover. I keep it in the plastic shell. I opened the zine (for some unknown reason) but I opened it from the back cover first and something fell out of it...it was the first poem that George ever wrote for me. He wrote it back in April or May of 1999, before we were even together...I thought I had gotten rid of it by accident, ya know, lost it, but I didn't and it was so amazing to look at it. Some of the paper was ripped and taped back together but it's still legible. *another lame sigh*</content>
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    <title>Self-diagnosed and happy with it...</title>
    <published>2003-02-06T17:29:32Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-06T17:27:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mindless Self Indulgence: Cocaine and Toupees</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey Mr.LJ,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm pretty sure that I'm suffering another one of my infamous panic attacks. It comes on for no reason and lasts as long as a few days. It doesn't inhibit me from doing what I usually do but it does piss me right off. &lt;br /&gt;I know you should never self-diagnose because some symptoms of panic attacks can mimic actual illnesses but it seems that everytime I get one (a couple of times a year) I look up the symptoms on the net and I feel better immediately after seeing that what I'm feeling is "normal" for panic attacks. Very slight dizziness, tingling, flushing of the face, slight nausea, fear of dying, etc...but like I said, as soon as I see it in writing that this is the case, I feel better. Just knowing that all of my symptoms are up there on the list of symptoms for panic attacks makes me think, "Okay, it's not so bad," and I go on. The other thing is, the less I have to keep me busy, the more I think about it, and the more worried I make myself. So, I'm going to clean my room like never before, shower and whatnot, do my hair, and then I'll watch a movie. &lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, I'm seeing my friend, Anna, tonight and I haven't seen her since graduation in last June. I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;So that will keep my mind off of this stupid thing too! &lt;br /&gt;I am going to New York this weekend with the family but I haven't told George. Here's what I'm going to do:&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call him from the cell outside his job and tell him that "we need to talk" and ask him to take a cigarette break or something because I don't want to talk to him while he's working. Then, he will be scared and worried that I have bad news and he will go outside (this is assuming my plan works!) and I will come up behind him and surprise the hell out of him!&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a good time!&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably post more later because, more than likely, everything I have planned won't take up nearly as much time as I hope. Later!</content>
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    <title>That doesn't smell like sugar and spice...</title>
    <published>2003-02-05T16:39:49Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-05T16:39:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>None</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey Mr.LJ,&lt;br /&gt;I babysat last night. A 3 year old boy, Connor, and a 2 year old girl, Keeva. Keeva made herself throw up from screaming so hard for her mother...oye vey it was bad. But now I have money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do what I feel is appropriate and give some information on me. Since I'm new here and my intention is to find some random people and make them my LJ friends, then I have to disclose some info about myself. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kimberly Scott ______. I do that because I have wanted to drop my last name for a long long time. Anyway, I was born in June of 1984 which makes me 18 now. I have 21 year old brother, Marc, a 15 year old brother, Shay, and a 6 year old sister, Gaby. I also have another brother who would be 8 this year but he died when he was born. His name is Garrett. I live with my mother and my stepfather in Pennsylvania but I am originally from New York. I came here in November of 2001 to finish my senior year in high school after fucking up big time living with some friends in NY. But before that, yes...let's go before that to some major things that I have been through:&lt;br /&gt;-When I was 9 years old, my mother told me that she and daddy were getting a divorce. They did and shortly afterwards, they were both seeing other people. My step-father, Jamie, is awesome. My dad's girlfriend hated us and we hated her back. Now he has a new girlfriend and she is better than the last but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;-When I was 10, my grandfather died of cancer. I really don't know what else to say other than I'm happy I still remember him. He was great.&lt;br /&gt;-When I was 11, I was on vacation with my brothers and father when we got a phone call from my stepfather. I knew Garrett was dead right there. And sure enough, that's what we found out when dad took us back home.&lt;br /&gt;-Soon after mom got out of the hospital, she almost died from a gang green infection in her stomach left over from the infection that killed the baby. She's currently awaiting settlement from the hospital that fucked her up...almost 8 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;-When I was 12, my little sister, Gaby, was born. She made me the happiest sister ever.&lt;br /&gt;-When I was 13, I began dying my hair "different" colors because I figured, "If I'm in an all black school and I already stick out, why not stick out more??" I got a lot of shit for it but it made me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;-When I was 14, I started high school. I smoked pot for the first time and picked up smoking cigarettes around March/April 1999. In March, I met my first boyfriend, George. I had had a crush on him since the year earlier but never had the guts to even think about talking to him. He smoked me up.&lt;br /&gt;-Later that year, in June, George and I made it official and on August 17th, 1999, I lost my virginity to him.&lt;br /&gt;(Don't remember exact dates: My older brother dropped out of high school, went back, and dropped out again. George dropped out of high school too. A lot of my friends dropped out of school and eventually my little brother did as well...but he is back and doing amazingly now.)&lt;br /&gt;-When I was 16 (December 20, 2000) I had a gran mal seizure in my kitchen while wrapping Christmas Presents. I was diagnosed with Idiopathic Epilepsy. It has been my only seizure up to date (knock on wood). &lt;br /&gt;-When I was 17, my parents were kicked out of the apartment in NY because of SHITTY landlords. Mom, Jamie, and Gaby moved to PA, I moved in with my older brother, Marc, and friends elsewhere in NY, Shay moved in with friends/father, also in NY. Eventually, I moved back with my parents due to too much pot-smoking and not enough school-attending. It was senior year and I wasn't about to drop out like everyone else in my life had.&lt;br /&gt;-Still 17, November of 2001, I met Stephen. &lt;br /&gt;-February of 2002, I broke up with George...almost 3 years together. I felt ignored, neglected, and long-distance wasn't good for us. &lt;br /&gt;-March of 2002, Stephen asks me to be his girlfriend...I said, "yes." Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;-June of 2002, I graduate high school and turn 18 a few weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;-August of 2002, I move out to Indiana to go to school and be with Stephen. &lt;br /&gt;-September of 2002, I begin hanging out with Brooke and Geoff, VERY COOL PEOPLE! &lt;br /&gt;-Until December 20th, 2002, I grow increasingly more irritated with Stephen. He and I are just not good together and I regret jumping to gun on this one.&lt;br /&gt;(Over Christmas break from school, I visit my father in NY and end up spending a lot of time with George. It had been a year without seeing eachother.)&lt;br /&gt;-December 29th 0f 2002, I come back to PA and Steve is here...surprise! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;-December 31st of 2002, 15 MINUTES BEFORE THE NEW YEAR, I break up with Steve. He is crushed...since September we had not gotten along on a regular basis. There were trust issues and an overall sense of "I don't agree with anything you say". We were just...not right together. &lt;br /&gt;-January 12th 2003, I fly back to Indiana with the intention of withdrawing from classes on account of my lack of funds for school. I fucked up bigtime and now with Steve out of the picture, it's an opportune time to start over. Again, too much smoking of the pot and not enough attending of the classes. &lt;br /&gt;January 14th, 2003, George DRIVES FROM NEW YORK TO INDIANA (15 hours) to see me, talk to me, take me back home, etc. He arrives on the 15th...we leave Indiana on the night of the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;-January 17th, 2003, George and I make it official again. We start over as opposed to continuing what we had. There were never major reasons for the break-up (cheating, lying, beating...) but we had our problems...a year apart has done us both a whole lot of good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a whole lot longer than I expected. Thanks for reading, I suppose...and if it's not that interesting, oh fucking well. It's me. If you want to know anything else, just ask me. Thanks everyone...especially you, Mr.LJ!</content>
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    <title>It's Such A Perfect Day</title>
    <published>2003-02-04T02:02:02Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-04T02:02:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lou Reed: Perfect Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mr.Live Journal, today I went to work with Mom. I don't know how she can work there and not kill herself. It was all good, though, because we keep each other laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the grocery store, we passed by the munchies section. I yelled out, "Look at those enormously huge vats of cheese balls!" and as we rounded the corner, there were two enormously huge vats of HUMAN! Yes, that's right My.LJ, two obese people listening to me make fun of these disgustingly large display of junk food. It would have been better if they had the cheese balls in their cart.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pleased with today. I didn't run a marathon or anything but it wasn't a complete waste. Mr.LJ, it feels good to let you in on my life...as boring and mundane as it is. Thanks for listening. &lt;br /&gt;Now I get coffee and smoke a cigarette. Interesting, no?</content>
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    <title>Pop My Cherry!</title>
    <published>2003-02-03T06:45:15Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-03T06:45:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nothing at the moment...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">They say if you are good at it your first time, then you lied. I think they're right. Ya see, I wouldn't consider this my first time, Mr.Live Journal. I have had experiences with other web-log sites...but I always wondered what you would be like. I'm curious. I'm anxious. I'm excited, scared, nervous, and ready. Oh yea, I'm ready. Let's go, Mr.Live Journal. Show me what you got.</content>
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