<?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-8874727044431169627</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:48:56.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Girl Allison</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, ramblings, philosophies, and more of a recent university graduate living in Manhattan.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-7155697468310496147</id><published>2009-02-23T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:10:20.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm pretty sure...</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to write actual content for a start-up called &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Make-It-In-The-City/47691370208?ref=ts"&gt;Make It In the City&lt;/a&gt;, and I'm using my Tumblr.  So please continue reading &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatgirlallison.tumblr.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-7155697468310496147?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/7155697468310496147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=7155697468310496147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7155697468310496147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7155697468310496147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-im-pretty-sure.html' title='So I&apos;m pretty sure...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5521397669254874616</id><published>2009-02-19T12:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:28:48.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: He just moved into his new place... I'd kinda like to see it.&lt;br /&gt;Jason:  Or at least the ceiling.  Am I right?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5521397669254874616?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5521397669254874616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5521397669254874616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5521397669254874616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5521397669254874616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/no.html' title='No!'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-8829553263608549171</id><published>2009-02-18T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:25:26.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The users win!</title><content type='html'>This popped up on my facebook homepage today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SZwaPw_eSqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xto81CUJKwY/s1600-h/fb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SZwaPw_eSqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xto81CUJKwY/s400/fb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304143319287089826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-8829553263608549171?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/8829553263608549171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=8829553263608549171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8829553263608549171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8829553263608549171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/users-win.html' title='The users win!'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SZwaPw_eSqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xto81CUJKwY/s72-c/fb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-4889919830079792398</id><published>2009-02-17T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:27:19.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't Waste My Time"</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're callin',&lt;br /&gt; You're talkin',&lt;br /&gt; You're tryin',&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tryin' to get in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But it's over, it's over, it's over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Friend&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt; Don't waste your time trying to fix it,&lt;br /&gt; So save your breath, don't waste your song.&lt;br /&gt; On me, on me..&lt;br /&gt; Don't waste your time.&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But it's over, it's over, it's over &lt;strike&gt;my friend&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't waste my time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-4889919830079792398?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/4889919830079792398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=4889919830079792398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/4889919830079792398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/4889919830079792398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-waste-my-time.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t Waste My Time&quot;'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-9097618482000087931</id><published>2009-02-17T09:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:34:01.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news.</title><content type='html'>So, aside from the trauma of the Ex, the party was sufficiently fun!  There was a magician there who came over and did card tricks for us... He asked me, "Do you like magicians?"  I replied, "Not particularly, but I slept with one about a month ago."  Jason nearly spit his drink out.  The magician replied, "Really? You're kidding!  Shut up!"  I said yes.  We talked a bit more and it turns out he graduated from the same high school, and junior high school.  Talk about a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in addition to meeting Ashlea Halpern and Allison Williams, I also got to meet Kate Lowenstein, one of the senior features editors at TONY.  For a TONY geek (whore?) like myself, it was pretty exciting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met an actress, who's one of the 'singles' in the issue, named &lt;a href="http://www.timeout.com/newyork/articles/dating-in-nyc/71377/date-these-new-yorkers/74.html"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;, who was an absolute sweetheart!  And she's much cuter than her picture portrays - so any guys out there, email her!  And Rob asked &lt;a href="http://www.timeout.com/newyork/articles/dating-in-nyc/71377/date-these-new-yorkers/72.html"&gt;#17&lt;/a&gt; how many emails she's gotten so far - over 100!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-9097618482000087931?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/9097618482000087931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=9097618482000087931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/9097618482000087931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/9097618482000087931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-other-news.html' title='In other news.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-8556035933896630599</id><published>2009-02-17T07:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:56:07.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I really hoped you wouldn't be here."</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl who was pursued by a very eligible bachelor.  Turns out this bachelor didn’t really have time for her – he wouldn’t tell her this and kept her on a very long leash.  Around New Years, the girl got sick of this treatment and stopped replying to his text messages and emails.  Admittedly, the girl has been incredibly upset over this ever since.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Time Out New York’s “Singles Party”… in honor of Valentine’s Day and their yearly singles issue.  I had never been before, but I gathered my closest [guy] friends and off we went (or off they were dragged).  We arrived at Poisson Rouge on Bleecker and Thompson, got past the velvet ropes and got ready to get our “chat” on.  We snagged a cozy velvet bench in one corner and surveyed the crowd.  Jason, being the gentleman that he is, bought my first drink [Hoegaarden] and so the intoxication began.  While surveying the crowd I ran into Rob, a web developer from Time Out, who I’d had a semi-awkward date with the night before.  I introduced him to my friends and went to survey the crowd up close.  I also saw Alex, a guy I’d gone out with two nights prior to the party.  I avoided talking to him – though I’m not quite sure why, he WAS a nice guy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my second Hoegarden, I looked towards to the door and saw my Ex entering.  I’m not even sure I can call him my Ex but for the sake of simplicity here, I will.  I made a decision: I would not acknowledge him, unless, of course, he acknowledged me.  Jason convinced me to go talk to who we deemed “Tall Guy” who was currently being spoken to (a very broad term since she wasn’t really saying much) by a girl who couldn’t have been taller than 4’10”.  Thanks to my 2 inch heels, I was measuring up to 5’10” that night.  He was walking in one direction, and I tapped his arm and prepared myself to make conversation.  I think this was the first time I’ve ever done this, and it went surprisingly well.  Jason bumped past me, winking and giving me a nod of approval.  All was well until my phone buzzed and I looked down at a text from the Ex.  It read: &lt;i&gt;“I see you!  You’re talking to a tall guy!  How are you?!”&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes and replied, “Why don’t you come over and find out?” and turned back to my Peruvian God and smiled.  For economical reasons, I moved from the $7 Hoegaarden onto a more recession-friendly $3 vodka &amp; soda during the night.  I have a very low tolerance for alcohol to begin with – but vodka goes right through me.  I looked down at my phone again and saw a text from the Ex saying, “I can’t!  Tall guy!  I feel bad interrupting.”  I went to the bathroom and was met by the Peruvian God just outside, where we ended up kissing.  I don’t even remember how it happened – he was a good kisser though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next hour though, I ran into the Ex, also right outside the bathroom, and told him, “I really hoped you wouldn’t be here.”  He looked disappointed.  Good.  He told me that he had thought of me recently when he saw my email address pop up in his address book.  I’m sure.  What else was said was hazy, but I remember that he told me he had moved into his new apartment finally; I told him that I’d gotten laid off, he frowned again to show sympathy.  I saw the Peruvian God once more after that – but all my attention was, unfortunately, focused on the Ex.  Jason came up to me around then, he had found his favorite flavor at the party: short &amp; skinny Asian-American.  I said, “Jason, this is Alex**.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at Alex and replied, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“OH!  So you’re fucking Alex!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ex looked a little stunned.  I covered my mouth to hide my laughter.  Hey, I was 4 drinks in already.  The Ex introduced me to Ashlae Halpern – an editor at TONY who put together the singles issue – and Allison Williams – another editor at TONY that I had corresponded with several times before.  A little while later, Jason came back over and said he was leaving with his flavor of the week, and hugged me, telling me to go back to the tall guy.  But me being intoxicated and liking a little cyanide to my cocktail, I stayed and talked to the Ex.  Eventually I got my jacket and made my way out.  I asked the Ex to come with me, but he said he had to stay to drive people home (he doesn’t drink, so he was sober).  I don’t remember leaving, but obviously I did though I forgot to get a gift bag.  I used this as an excuse to text the Ex and ask him to get me a gift bag.  During my cab ride home, I texted him, “I wish you weren’t such a player.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.  I should not have texted him that.  I should really be banned from texting when I am inebriated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I cried.  Not too much, just a little.  It was a drunken cry, but it was needed.  He didn’t reply right away to my text, which only made me feel worse.  I had opened up too much again and he had free reign again to screw with me any way he pleased.  I didn’t kiss him though at any point during the night; that’s good, right?  I called Jason and he said to forget about the Ex, that I was too good for him, and that I shouldn’t be wasting my time crying over him.  Before I went to sleep, Jason caught me on Google chat and told me again not to cry, that he wasn’t worth it.  To take a direct quote from Jason, &lt;i&gt;“He’s old and busted.  Find new hotness!  You have hot eyes.  For fucksake woman.  Stop!”&lt;/i&gt;  What a good wingman.  (Unfortunately he ended up getting turned down by his Flavor of the Week and went home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I went to sleep, still crying a bit.  I woke up around 5:30 and looked at my phone.  There were two texts from him: &lt;i&gt;“Player?  Silly talk.  I’ll grab you a goodie bag!”&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;“Still up, slacker?”&lt;/i&gt; at 1:45am.  Calling each other slackers was an inside joke with us - don't ask.  Even though it was obvious that, no, I was not in fact awake at 1:45am, I texted him back saying so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering now.  If he does contact me again, I don’t know if I’ll be ready to let him back in.  SHOULD I let him back in?  Does he deserve a second chance?  I doubt he’d realize that he was even getting a second chance.  If I did let him back into my life, I feel like I wouldn’t be able to move forward (into a friendship, or whatever else) with him unless I tell him how much he hurt me.  Why would I do that though?  Would that be letting him not too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to sound incredibly lame, but is he the Mr. Big to my inner-Carrie?  I don’t mean in the sense that I’m going to marry him, only in the way that he could be that guy that I go back to and possibly get hurt by.  Ugh, I can’t believe I just made that &lt;i&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/i&gt; reference – honestly, it sickens me.  I know I am NOT Carrie Bradshaw, let me assure you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’d you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The Ex's name has been changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-8556035933896630599?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/8556035933896630599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=8556035933896630599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8556035933896630599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8556035933896630599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hoped-you-wouldnt-be-here.html' title='&quot;I really hoped you wouldn&apos;t be here.&quot;'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-947061564901477020</id><published>2009-02-16T12:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:26:11.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about scary.</title><content type='html'>I had an interview at a boutique PR firm.  I was really excited to enter the world of "power-bitches," I even bought a power-bitch suit on Friday.  I looked good.  I looked really hot.  I put together a folder of programs I've designed, things I've written, recommendation letters, and my resume.  My interview lasted about 3 minutes - if that.  My dreams of entering the "power-bitch" world of PR were killed in 3 minutes as well.  Read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on a phone call when I got there and there were three other young girls working there and her phone conversation went over, and then she had 'meetings' with each of her girls - asking what they were doing today.  Then she went off on one of them, &lt;i&gt;"You haven't done this yet?  What'd you mean?  Yes, you said you'd do it Monday and it IS Monday!  I gave you this because she was flooded with work with the intent that you'd get it done right away!  THIS is why I don't hire people right out of college!  You think you're better than you are!  You have one week to prove yourself to me.  God!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 20 minutes late, I was brought to the back where her desk is, and I gave her my resume, reference letters, and writing examples. Then first thing she said was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Your resume means nothing to me.  I only care whether or not you can do the job."  OKAY.  Next, "So what makes you ready to do this job?  What that you did as a box office/finance associate at your last job makes you right for this?  You can use Photoshop, right?  You didn't use it at Boneau/Bryan-Brown?  Then how'd you learn it?  Okay, well I'll have to give you a Photoshop test before you leave. Okay, so what have you done?  Have you ever pitched something?  Do you know how to write a pitch?  THIS [a letter from my folder] is a really poorly written pitch, I don't know who would OK that.  Why do you think you can skip the step of assistant in PR and go right to being a junior publicist?  (Um, because you were advertising for it, I applied, and you called and said you think I'd be a right fit?) Do you have relationships with any of the major newspapers?  Thank you for coming in, sorry for wasting your time."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.  I am shocked, and awed.  And applying for other jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my suit is hanging up neatly in my closet, waiting for it's next use for an interview that will hopefully last longer and go better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-947061564901477020?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/947061564901477020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=947061564901477020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/947061564901477020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/947061564901477020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/talk-about-scary.html' title='Talk about scary.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-6493596417511763830</id><published>2009-02-15T17:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:46:29.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This makes me feel smart.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking last night while at a wine bar [with Jason, Bryan, and a few of Jason's friends] that I really didn't learn all that much in college.  It might be my own fault - not reading more, or taking philosophy or history classes... I wish I would've!  Oh well.  Forget regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time I'm feeling a little less than smart, I just remember that at least I don't believe that the Bible is truth.  Then I feel a little bit smarter.  &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/2111174/Intelligent-people-%27less-likely-to-believe-in-God%27.html"&gt;The more educated you are, the less religious you are.&lt;/a&gt;  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6493596417511763830?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6493596417511763830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6493596417511763830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6493596417511763830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6493596417511763830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-makes-me-feel-smart.html' title='This makes me feel smart.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-6186879221637554355</id><published>2009-02-14T14:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:24:47.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"How do you get those pants on and off?  I mean, really, I want to be apart of that process!"-Jason</title><content type='html'>So, this holiday is stupid but... I have a date tonight at &lt;a href="http://www.yucabarnyc.com"&gt;Yuca Bar&lt;/a&gt;, and then another date tomorrow night with a very cute boy from a magazine I like :)  Not sure where we're going yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was loads of fun.  I went to World Bar again - and Jason, along with his friend Bryan came a little while later (Jason lives a block from the bar!!) and we chatted and they scoped out hot Asian chicks... then around 1 we went back to Jason's place... around 2am, Bryan and I begged him hard enough to make cookies - which he totally did.  Yay for drunk baking.  Then we watched &lt;i&gt;V For Vendetta&lt;/i&gt; until 5am.  Oy. That's the latest I've been awake until for a while.  I hopped a cab, with some cookies, and was asleep by 5:40am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason has Apple TV, and MTV was streaming Kelly Clarkson's &lt;i&gt;"My Life Would Suck Without You"&lt;/i&gt; video... I made it play about 5 times before the boys stole the remote from me.  Hehe.  The chorus of that song sucks - but the melody is catchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6186879221637554355?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6186879221637554355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6186879221637554355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6186879221637554355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6186879221637554355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='&quot;How do you get those pants on and off?  I mean, really, I want to be apart of that process!&quot;-Jason'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3642370828412763718</id><published>2009-02-12T13:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:09:13.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/02/11/health.hiv.stemcell/index.html"&gt;This is huge, and fantastic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3642370828412763718?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3642370828412763718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3642370828412763718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3642370828412763718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3642370828412763718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3810012050869194344</id><published>2009-02-11T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:21:02.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I'm unemployed...</title><content type='html'>And I just remembered to apply for unemployment, oops.....  I kind of liked this &lt;a href="http://www.smartmoney.com/spending/deals/laid-off-heres-how-to-stay-afloat-23321/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;, as well as this &lt;a href="http://meghan.nonsociety.com/post/77585346/advice-for-dealing-with-a-layoff"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3810012050869194344?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3810012050869194344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3810012050869194344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3810012050869194344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3810012050869194344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/since-im-unemployed.html' title='Since I&apos;m unemployed...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-6006790963209003397</id><published>2009-02-09T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:24:01.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm the exception!" "You're MY exception."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SZDIR_uTFRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HkdN0Ml4i_c/s1600-h/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SZDIR_uTFRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HkdN0Ml4i_c/s320/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300956972904027410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.  So Lindsay and I saw &lt;i&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/i&gt; this afternoon, and I can't think of a more perfect movie partner to have seen this with!  We're always discussing our boy problems - many of which could be settled if we would just admit &lt;i&gt;"he's just not that into me"&lt;/i&gt;, but that would be FAR too easy!  Like reading the book, seeing this new film version was equally as empowering.  It made me feel better about finally loosing touch with the Art Director, and it made me re-evaluate current and recent situations.  One thing that made both Lindsay and I laugh was the fact that the female characters in the movie all got what they wanted in the end!  A bit misleading because I don't think that often happens (being the eternal &lt;i&gt;optimist&lt;/i&gt; that I am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As romantic and mushy the end of the movie was (see quote), I don't want to be anyone's exception.  I don't want to be hurt and go through hell until the guy comes to his senses (I think that's what I was doing in the fall.  Yeah, that worked out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like Ginnifer Goodwin's character, at least I'm putting myself out there and meeting people.  If I were to just refuse to meet anyone, I'd end up like Justin Long's character would've.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely recommend this movie, but &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; as a date movie!  This is definitely a movie to go see with your girlfriends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6006790963209003397?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6006790963209003397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6006790963209003397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6006790963209003397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6006790963209003397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-exception-youre-my-exception.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m the exception!&quot; &quot;You&apos;re MY exception.&quot;'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SZDIR_uTFRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HkdN0Ml4i_c/s72-c/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-4896743109265742950</id><published>2009-02-08T20:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:23:06.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Writing is a process...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SY-A0G4rfiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fEouZigKOQE/s1600-h/storyofmylifecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SY-A0G4rfiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fEouZigKOQE/s320/storyofmylifecover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300596919128260130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So yesterday, Saturday, Jason and I took in a matinee of the new musical, &lt;i&gt;The Story of My Life&lt;/i&gt;, starring Will Chase and Malcolm Gets.  In one sentence, it's a musical about an award-winning writer trying to write the perfect eulogy about his childhood best friend who has killed himself.  It was different, original, touching, and entertaining.  Both actors were extremely effective, with beautiful voices.  The problem was, Gets looked MUCH older than Chase... which was confusing because they were supposed to be the same age.  The  set was a simple bookstore rolling ladder, podium, and book shelves on the wall. The show dragged in the middle, but it was then wrapped up perfectly and I feel as though you really got to know these two characters in the short 90 minutes that you have with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason enjoyed it too... yay!  Jason and I spent the day hanging out again today, eating our way through midtown.  First we went to &lt;i&gt;Billy's Bakery&lt;/i&gt;, then onto &lt;i&gt;Grumpy&lt;/i&gt; for some caffeine... after we ventured up to the 57th &amp; 5th Avenue area for burgers (his from &lt;i&gt;Burger Joint&lt;/i&gt; and mine from &lt;i&gt;Pop Burger&lt;/i&gt;), and finally we ended up at &lt;i&gt;Borders&lt;/i&gt; in Columbus Circle.  I left soon after for dinner with my dad and brother who were in town for the Comic Con.  Now I'm home and exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my interview, and then seeing &lt;i&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/i&gt; with Lindsay.  Finally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-4896743109265742950?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/4896743109265742950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=4896743109265742950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/4896743109265742950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/4896743109265742950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-is-process.html' title='&quot;Writing is a process....&quot;'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SY-A0G4rfiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fEouZigKOQE/s72-c/storyofmylifecover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3507343034095702474</id><published>2009-02-08T19:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:13:54.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the List of Things I Never Thought I'd Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I find myself unable to trust men.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after the Art Director completely screwed with my head and lead me on in the fall - I am completely unable to take anything men say at face value.  If a guy says something that should make me happy - I am literally unable to believe them.  I assume they are saying it purely to manipulate my head and get into my pants quicker.  If they tell me that they are romantic and a gentlemen - I interpret that as overcompensation and that they are full of it.  Because who would come out and say that right away?  I'm sick of men saying it instead of just showing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after I sleep with someone - which usually happens too quickly - I shut down and can't allow myself to trust them anymore.  I mean, all they want is sex, right?  And they've gotten it, so.... why are they still calling?  They want more sex, obviously.  They don't actually care about seeing me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it worse is that I have very limited patience with men who don't show superfluous interest and aren't upfront about their intentions - which is ridiculous, but it's another fault of mine.  A reader recently emailed me and we started talking, which led to him asking me numerous questions.  This startled me.  I immediately thought it was going to lead to some kind of mental manipulation, which led to me telling him I was done being interrogated - which he insisted was only getting to know me, but of course I can't believe anything he says - and I signed off.  &lt;b&gt;Shut down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date last night?  It was very nice.  He was a really sweet guy, and very, very cute but I don't think there was any spark.  We want different things in life - he wants a big family, and I'm not even sure I want to get married.  Why were these things talked about a first date?  Who knows.  Maybe that was a problem too.  Maybe he was trying to scare me off, but I doubt it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, any time a guy asks me out, I immediately assume that they only want to sleep with me.  That they'll say anything to accomplish that.  It's awful, horrible, and disturbing.  I'm trying to open my mind and myself up to new experiences, and I think it'll happen eventually (god, I hope), but it just takes work and I'm trying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;b&gt;please&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;please&lt;/u&gt; be patient with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3507343034095702474?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3507343034095702474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3507343034095702474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3507343034095702474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3507343034095702474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-list-of-things-id-never-thought-id.html' title='On the List of Things I Never Thought I&apos;d Say'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-1879858811193721361</id><published>2009-02-05T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:08:19.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm out of a job again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I improved on the things I was having issues with at least 98% and I was still let go today (as of last Friday, I was supposed to be re-evaluated NEXT Friday... I guess they just couldn't wait?).  They looked equally as sad letting me go as I was being let go, and walked me out and did all but hug me before I left.  They said they'd give me references or help me find another job - this confused me.  If they could give me references and help me find a job - why were they letting me go?  They said I wasn't a right "fit" for the job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've applied for around 20 jobs already.  Does anyone know of anything?  I'm willing to do just about anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-1879858811193721361?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/1879858811193721361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=1879858811193721361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1879858811193721361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1879858811193721361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh_05.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2768167945161897864</id><published>2009-02-04T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:45:06.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>men, honesty, casualties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"You have a lot of negativity toward men, but you seem to have no problem letting them make all the decisions about your life. That doens't make sense."- Tim&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a very impromptu date with a very cute Columbia journalism grad student last night.  We went to the Hungarian pastry shop on 111th and Amsterdam.  It was nice, but I got weird vibes from him when he didn't text me the usual had-a-great-time text that I usually get.  I texted him this morning and said, &lt;i&gt;"I had a nice time last night but I don't want to wonder.  Do you want to see me again?"&lt;/i&gt; and he texted me back a little while later saying, &lt;i&gt;"Honestly?  I don't see it working."&lt;/i&gt;  I wrote back, &lt;i&gt;"Thanks!"&lt;/i&gt; and I meant it.  I should do that more often.  It felt good to be blunt and get a direct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize how much I hate dealing with men who aren't mature enough to say what they want, or &lt;b&gt;ask&lt;/b&gt; what &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; want.  I don't want a casual relationship - a &lt;i&gt;fuck buddy&lt;/i&gt;, in lame mans' terms.  I hate conversations that go nowhere.  I have no desire to "hang out" with a guy  - a lame cover up for a booty call - I'm at a point in my life where I've done enough of that (perhaps too much?) and I'm looking to get to know someone and &lt;i&gt;date&lt;/i&gt; them.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Tim, who said the above quote, is very right.  I have such a bad outlook on men, &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; men, but yet I let them, basically, control me.  It's awful.  Well, that's over.  Or at least I'll try harder.  I'm sick of this rut that I've fallen in to since October... the whole let-men-lead-the-way mindset that I've been in.  I feel like I had more luck when I was more assertive (honestly, could I have had less?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you all with this other pearl of wisdom that Tim directed towards me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" It wouldn't hurt you to take some initiative and make some decisions about these relationships. You're 50-percent of it and you just wait for these moronic guys to decide what's going on..... You should assume more control and not wait for a guy to make a decision that will piss you off. If you recognize it's not working, don't wait for him to become a better person. It likely won't happen. Be more pro-active, instead of letting him dictate what happens in your life."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2768167945161897864?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2768167945161897864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2768167945161897864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2768167945161897864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2768167945161897864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-honesty-casualties.html' title='men, honesty, casualties...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2898891951655586089</id><published>2009-02-01T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:48:50.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Just so you know, you're speaking to a Greek Scorpio male. I have a Ph.D in emotional manipulation, and I know a player when I see one; and this guy is one." - Angelo&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2898891951655586089?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2898891951655586089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2898891951655586089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2898891951655586089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2898891951655586089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2076302349376486199</id><published>2009-02-01T10:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:42:51.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every story, new or ancient...</title><content type='html'>So my stories have been pretty timeless.  They happen over and over again - save for last nights little catastrophe.  I was told recently that I write well and should write a book.  Preferably about all the men (if you can call them that) I've dated (or slept with).   Because my friends are regularly amused by my tales and think the general public would be as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do all my readers here think?  (Do I &lt;b&gt;actually&lt;/b&gt; have readers?)  Do I have the writing chops to write a book?  And if yes, what should it be about?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me!  thatgirlallison08@gmal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2076302349376486199?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2076302349376486199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2076302349376486199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2076302349376486199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2076302349376486199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-story-new-or-ancient.html' title='Every story, new or ancient...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-6554346954264699743</id><published>2009-01-31T17:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:55:33.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OF COURSE&lt;/b&gt; the gentleman isn't ready to start dating again.  WOW.  Where do I find these guys?!  Oh, yes, this was a set-up.  I'll ream Tim out when he's back from London.  He just called me and he said, &lt;i&gt;"I really had such a good time on Thursday, it was a LOT of fun, but I'm just not ready to date again."&lt;/i&gt;  Apparently he broke up with a long-term relationship at the end of the summer and it was a bad break up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was almost the &lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt; gentleman.  &lt;i&gt;Of course&lt;/i&gt; he's not "ready."  I didn't even invite him in!  &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; kissed &lt;i&gt;ME&lt;/i&gt;!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days?  Wow, I keep doing better and better.  Valentine's Day is looking bleak this year...  I'm just not even sure how to react...  Holy shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6554346954264699743?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6554346954264699743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6554346954264699743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6554346954264699743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6554346954264699743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5975140996579747223</id><published>2009-01-31T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:36:20.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>::insert dramatic music::</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, &lt;b&gt;the date&lt;/b&gt;.  I know you're all dying to hear whether I put out or not (just kidding, kind of).  I'm proud to say I did &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came and "picked me up" (wow! who does that anymore??) at my building, and the bar we were going to was kind of busy, so we walked around for a bit, and apparently there are no other bars in my area, so we ended up back at the original one on 96th and Amsterdam.  We had a few drinks, and bonded over our love of hard cider and expensive caffeinated drinks, among other things.  He's a writer/editor for a law magazine, and he played baseball for like, 14 years in Jersey.  We have the exact same views on religion - I guess his private Catholic school upbringing had an adverse affect on him!  We both suffer from having little brothers, and he's 27.  He seemed very genuine and sweet; we got along very well.  He was a complete gentleman as well too, it was so nice.  He walked me to my actual door a little before 11, and kissed me.  I said goodnight and closed the door.  I was so proud of myself.  He texted me right after he left and said he had a great time and wanted to see me again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I could've reacted saying, "wow, that was a little quick," I really shouldn't be shunning attention when the guy I dated in the fall barely even acknowledged that we were dating, so... it was nice!  I have to admit, I do like affirmations.  If you just tell someone how you're feeling, it's a lot easier.  You don't have to guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, erm... I'm not allowed to drink vodka anymore.  I had two cosmos on the date and yesterday I woke up feeling REALLY hung over.  It was awfully hard to get through the day.  Maybe our next date can be sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dinner party last night was fun.  I made wayyyyyyyyyyy too much food!  I'll be eating pasta for the next two weeks.  Oh well!  It was fun.  Most of my friends don't know each other but they all got along quite nicely.  I realized while looking at the invite list that I am friends with mostly men.  Geez.  I have like, 4 girlfriends.  Oh well, most of my guy friends are gay, so I can still talk to them about guys, heh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was the last-man-standing, and I read him a few passages from &lt;i&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/i&gt;, which he owns and is afraid of reading, and after reading each, he rolled his eyes and said, &lt;i&gt;"This is going to put all my bullshit excuses to rest!  This is awful!"&lt;/i&gt;  But... yes, it will put all your bullshit excuses to rest.  Speaking of movies, I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; want to see &lt;i&gt;The Uninvited&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5975140996579747223?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5975140996579747223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5975140996579747223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5975140996579747223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5975140996579747223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/insert-dramatic-music.html' title='::insert dramatic music::'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-1559813285435543711</id><published>2009-01-28T22:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:33:32.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy "hump" day.</title><content type='html'>My friend Angelo and I were discussing this weekend the "slut-and-pervert" complex that men and women battle with.  He said the men that are so scared of being labeled a pervert are the ones who never approach a woman, or become socially awkward.  Then there's the concept that a woman who likes and wants to have sex - and doesn't necessarily connect it solely with love - is always, always, &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; going to be labeled a slut.  And in my opinion, there's nothing, nothing, &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; we can do about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen into this trap many-a-time (have I ever mentioned that a nick name given to me by my two best friends from college is &lt;i&gt;jewwhore&lt;/i&gt;?) and I've even let myself fall, mentally, into this trap.  What he [Angelo] wanted me to understand was that it was &lt;u&gt;okay&lt;/u&gt; to enjoy sex and want it.  I know that.  Believe me.  And that I'd never get over that fear if I kept feeding into it by labeling &lt;u&gt;myself&lt;/u&gt; a whore after being with someone that I actually &lt;b&gt;liked&lt;/b&gt;, even if I didn't know every detail of their past (or their middle name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father even said once, &lt;i&gt;"You can't say things like that,"&lt;/i&gt; after I said something sexually explicit, and his friend immediately turned to him and said, &lt;i&gt;"Yeah, with [my brother] you'll be able to &lt;b&gt;encourage&lt;/b&gt; that kind of stuff, not daughters though."&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally defensive when it comes to men, but it doesn't take a lot to break down that wall.  After that wall comes down, I trust very easily (maybe too easily), though I always assume the worst after I &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt; they've gotten what they wanted.  Like with a guy I recently met, I assumed the worst and I think I've offended me because, as it turns out, he &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; want to see me again.  Who'd have thought it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a date tomorrow night, a friend of a friend, and I'm trying incredibly hard not to think that he just wants to sleep with me.  We spoke on the phone on Monday night and he was very nice, and we had a nice conversation, and we've been texting since then and he's been flirty - but maybe too flirty?  Once again, I'm having a very closed mind.  I must try to not already have decided he's a "pervert" before we even meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, I "trust" guys very easily after they break my wall down - but in reality, I don't really trust [their intentions] them at all.  And I never seem to be able to get to know them well enough to find out what they [intentions] could be.  I think I should go back to dating more than one person at a time again, like I did in the fall.  I'm not sure exactly how it will help me trust men more, but when I'm not fixated on only one man, I'm extremely happy [like I was in the fall].  Though can I reiterate that "date" does not me "have sex with"?  Right now, I don't really want to sleep with &lt;b&gt;anyone&lt;/b&gt;, not to mention multiple people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to my trying to start a new, &lt;b&gt;better&lt;/b&gt; pattern.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-1559813285435543711?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/1559813285435543711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=1559813285435543711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1559813285435543711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1559813285435543711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-hump-day.html' title='Happy &quot;hump&quot; day.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5790578061035296131</id><published>2009-01-25T20:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:07:13.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't think people were this stupid..</title><content type='html'>I was talking to someone tonight and this was the gist of our conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: so their company is down to 5 people now.&lt;br /&gt;him: yikes.  damn obama&lt;br /&gt;me: obama?!  oh lord.&lt;br /&gt;him: it's his fault he wants everyone laid off so that he can institute his muslim communist agenda&lt;br /&gt;me: are you serious?  you HAVE to be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;him: i just got sara palin's newsletter-- it explains it all. you should read it&lt;br /&gt;me: okay, now i know you're joking.&lt;br /&gt;him: about how the obama crew caused 9-11 and is trying to start another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WTF!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5790578061035296131?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5790578061035296131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5790578061035296131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5790578061035296131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5790578061035296131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-didnt-think-people-were-this-stupid.html' title='I didn&apos;t think people were this stupid..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3974123220065840486</id><published>2009-01-25T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:30:36.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This just in:</title><content type='html'>I just signed up for NYCares.org.  Though probably for all the wrong reasons.  Oh well, let's try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3974123220065840486?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3974123220065840486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3974123220065840486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3974123220065840486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3974123220065840486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-just-in_25.html' title='This just in:'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5914471831154817516</id><published>2009-01-24T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:38:15.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't think of a good subject for this.</title><content type='html'>i am a serious light-weight.  i saw dominic for the first time in FOREVER last night and saw his new pad down on Houston Street, and then went out with him, Lindsay, Natalia, and Ivy and few other randoms... we went to &lt;i&gt;Antique&lt;/i&gt; on 3rd and Bowery first, and then to &lt;a href="http://www.empirehotelnyc.com/"&gt;Hotel Empire&lt;/a&gt; on 53rd and Broadway... that club was better, and had a REALLY awesome aerial view of the Lincoln Square area.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need pasta now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5914471831154817516?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5914471831154817516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5914471831154817516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5914471831154817516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5914471831154817516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-think-of-good-subject-for-this.html' title='i can&apos;t think of a good subject for this.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3957426757654138703</id><published>2009-01-23T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:53:20.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A longggggggggg week.</title><content type='html'>Well, it all started with a late Sunday night, and a lazy Monday.  The rest of the week was spent at my new job!  I now work for a fantastic company processing amateur rights for plays.  It's a lot more corporate than my last gig, but my co-workers are fabulous and lots of fun.  One of them actually plays at Marie's Crisis on Monday nights!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Lindsay, Dan, and Moises at the apartment that Lindsay's apartment-sitting for the week on Wednesday night, and then last night Lindsay hosted a dinner party!  They bought the ingredients and I cooked!  How sad is it when &lt;b&gt;I'M&lt;/b&gt; the best cook in the place?  But Italian food + wine + good music = fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm trying to get Jeremy to come with me to dinner&lt;/s&gt;.. and then I think I'm going to &lt;a href="http://www.westbankcafe.com/theater/schedule"&gt;The After Party&lt;/a&gt; with Rhett?  No cover also = good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching &lt;i&gt;Made of Honor&lt;/i&gt;... it's cliche, trite, and EVERYthing I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3957426757654138703?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3957426757654138703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3957426757654138703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3957426757654138703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3957426757654138703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/longggggggggg-week.html' title='A longggggggggg week.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-8425968918397187336</id><published>2009-01-19T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:55:22.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Whoever said life is short was lying, life is f*cking long!" - Dani Super</title><content type='html'>I was helped to realize tonight that I need to start trusting my own instincts more, and asking for the advice and opinions of others.  My friends mean well, but they aren't me.  They don't know how certain situations make me feel and what I need to feel good about myself, and about other people.  I think in certain situations I need to think for myself and trust my own instincts.  I also realized that I rush a lot of things (okay, &lt;b&gt;EVERY&lt;/b&gt;thing) in my life.  I need to learn how to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to trusting my instincts and slowing down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-8425968918397187336?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/8425968918397187336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=8425968918397187336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8425968918397187336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8425968918397187336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoever-said-life-is-short-was-lying.html' title='&quot;Whoever said life is short was lying, life is f*cking long!&quot; - Dani Super'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-7406349520716772813</id><published>2009-01-19T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:23:28.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WALL-E in HiDef + white zinfandel + good company = good times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rEjg1i26eo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/3rEjg1i26eo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-7406349520716772813?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/7406349520716772813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=7406349520716772813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7406349520716772813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7406349520716772813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/wall-e-in-hidef-white-zinfandel-good.html' title=''/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3440377095399338733</id><published>2009-01-19T14:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:36:20.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>USA's hidden agenda isn't so hidden..</title><content type='html'>I don't know who runs USA (the network) but I'm watching &lt;i&gt;Bring it On&lt;/i&gt; right now, and they feel the need to edit out the word "shit" but not the word "dykey."  What is that??  The word "shit" doesn't promote hate and prejudice, "dykey" does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever edits these things needs to be slapped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do today: shower, go to the gym, pay bills, pick out outfit for tomorrow (first day of work!), write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(is it awful if I'm a sucker for magic tricks?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3440377095399338733?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3440377095399338733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3440377095399338733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3440377095399338733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3440377095399338733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/usas-hidden-agenda-isnt-so-hidden.html' title='USA&apos;s hidden agenda isn&apos;t so hidden..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-890239296773051860</id><published>2009-01-17T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:39:52.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote from the real world: brooklyn that i love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"so the lame bus just pulled into the kitchen, and dropped off yet another lame conversation." - ryan&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-890239296773051860?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/890239296773051860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=890239296773051860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/890239296773051860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/890239296773051860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-from-real-world-brooklyn-that-i.html' title='quote from the real world: brooklyn that i love..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-860154499085986881</id><published>2009-01-17T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:26:55.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Male/Female English.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The man's guide to female English:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * We need = I want&lt;br /&gt;    * It’s your decision = The correct decision should be obvious by now&lt;br /&gt;    * Do what you want = You’ll pay for this later&lt;br /&gt;    * We need to talk = I need to complain&lt;br /&gt;    * Sure… go ahead = I don’t want you to&lt;br /&gt;    * I’m not upset = Of course I’m upset, you moron!&lt;br /&gt;    * You’re … so manly = You need a shave and you sweat a lot&lt;br /&gt;    * You’re certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you ever think about?&lt;br /&gt;    * I’m not emotional! And I’m not overreacting! = I’ve got my period&lt;br /&gt;    * Be romantic, turn out the lights = I have flabby thighs&lt;br /&gt;    * I heard a noise = I noticed you were almost asleep&lt;br /&gt;    * How much do you love me? = I did something today you’re really not going to like&lt;br /&gt;    * I’ll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find a good game on TV&lt;br /&gt;    * Is my butt fat? = Tell me I’m beautiful&lt;br /&gt;    * You have to learn to communicate = Just agree with me&lt;br /&gt;    * Are you listening to me!? = [Too late, you're dead.]&lt;br /&gt;    * Yes = No&lt;br /&gt;    * No = No&lt;br /&gt;    * Maybe = No&lt;br /&gt;    * I’m sorry = You’ll be sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Women's guide to male English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * "I’m hungry" = I’m hungry&lt;br /&gt;    * "I’m sleepy" = I’m sleepy&lt;br /&gt;    * "I’m tired" = I’m tired&lt;br /&gt;    * "Do you want to go to a movie?" = I’d eventually like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;    * "Can I take you out to dinner?" = I’d eventually like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;    * "Can I call you sometime?" = I’d eventually like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;    * "May I have this dance?" = I’d eventually like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;    * "Nice dress!" = Nice cleavage!&lt;br /&gt;    * "You look tense, let me give you a massage." = I’d like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;    * "What’s wrong?" = I don’t see why you are making such a big deal out of this&lt;br /&gt;    * "What’s wrong?" = What meaningless self-inflicted psychological trauma are you going through now?&lt;br /&gt;    * "What’s wrong?" = I guess sex tonight is out of the question&lt;br /&gt;    * "I’m bored" = Do you want to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;    * "I love you" = Let’s have sex now&lt;br /&gt;    * "I love you, too" = Okay, I said it…we’d better have sex now!&lt;br /&gt;    * "Yes, I like the way you cut your hair" = I liked it better before&lt;br /&gt;    * "Yes, I like the way you cut your hair" = $50 and it doesn’t look that much different!&lt;br /&gt;    * "Let’s talk" = I am trying to impress you by showing that I am a deep person and maybe then you’d like to have sex with me&lt;br /&gt;    * "Will you marry me?" = I want to make it illegal for you to have sex with other guys&lt;br /&gt;    * "I like that one better" (while shopping) = Pick any freakin’ dress and let’s go home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-860154499085986881?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/860154499085986881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=860154499085986881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/860154499085986881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/860154499085986881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/malefemale-english.html' title='Male/Female English.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2165318956795484467</id><published>2009-01-15T18:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:56:57.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real World: Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>The past few seasons, of which I've barely watched any, have been awful, absolutely awful.  This season has a really interesting cast, in a really interesting city.  But I will pass judgment on my least favorite roommate, Scott.  God, he's the epitome of a brainless meat head.  Who knows, maybe he'll surprise everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2165318956795484467?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2165318956795484467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2165318956795484467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2165318956795484467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2165318956795484467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-world-brooklyn.html' title='The Real World: Brooklyn'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-1868744701081910295</id><published>2009-01-15T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:59:28.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My ex once told me...</title><content type='html'>That when you donate blood, they test a large amount of a bunch of different people's blood mixed together, so they wouldn't be able to notify you if your blood was HIV+.  His reasoning, blood is free, testing equipment isn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a physical today and the doctor told me that that absolutely wasn't true.  Just incase any of my readers date my ex and is told this as well, I wanted to clear up any misconceptions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up on the phone with one of my very good friends from high school tonight, Jacque.  I hadn't spoken to her in a few months, it was so very good to hear from her.  I missed her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-1868744701081910295?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/1868744701081910295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=1868744701081910295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1868744701081910295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1868744701081910295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-ex-once-told-me.html' title='My ex once told me...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5980845016299052862</id><published>2009-01-15T11:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:30:39.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I want a date for Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In past years (ALL of them actually), I have never wanted one but I do this year.  I couldn't tell you why.  I &lt;i&gt;could've&lt;/i&gt; had a guy named Dan last year who I'd gone on several dates with, but the chemistry wasn't there.  Where are the single guys??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5980845016299052862?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5980845016299052862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5980845016299052862' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5980845016299052862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5980845016299052862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-year.html' title='This year..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5205395403385490393</id><published>2009-01-15T10:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:37:08.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive Bar, NYC</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday, though my friends weren't available to celebrate [my getting a new job], I took myself out for a drink.  I ended up at &lt;a href="http://www.divebarnyc.com/"&gt;Dive Bar&lt;/a&gt;, on 96th and Amsterdam.  It wasn't NEARLY as seedy as I thought it would be.  The bartender was a sweetheart, and the bar was downright CHEAP.  I had dinner for $6.  I talked to this technology financier who was sitting next to me for a while.  I honestly don't remember his name (though he lives a block away from me, so I'll probably end up seeing him EVERYWHERE now), and unfortunately, he was very boring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing again today, so I'm in my apartment and warm :)  Tonight I'm going to the Sage Theatre to watch a comedy show at 10pm... ooh!  I don't know when, if ever, I've been a comedy show.  Hey, it's free!  Oh, I also have &lt;i&gt;The Terminal&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Requiem For a Dream&lt;/i&gt; from Netflix.  I'm excited to see both of those, especially the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SW9YEYyOQuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_okfc73EnZc/s1600-h/requiem_for_a_dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SW9YEYyOQuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_okfc73EnZc/s200/requiem_for_a_dream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291544919579443938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SW9X-OaqHCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LFRjxfMHGx8/s1600-h/Terminal-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SW9X-OaqHCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LFRjxfMHGx8/s200/Terminal-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291544813717036066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5205395403385490393?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5205395403385490393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5205395403385490393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5205395403385490393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5205395403385490393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/dive-bar-nyc.html' title='Dive Bar, NYC'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SW9YEYyOQuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_okfc73EnZc/s72-c/requiem_for_a_dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-7575526540599829427</id><published>2009-01-14T09:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:35:47.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions.</title><content type='html'>I had two great interviews this week.  Let's cross our fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-7575526540599829427?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/7575526540599829427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=7575526540599829427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7575526540599829427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7575526540599829427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5747225263561914786</id><published>2009-01-10T00:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:18:35.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best day all week.</title><content type='html'>So, by 1pm this afternoon, I had two interviews lined up for two great jobs next week.  I was so excited!  And I'm getting a call sometime next week to meet with a prominent casting director to talk about my options.  Then I went to the Met, by accident, until I realized that they &lt;i&gt;Pour Your Body&lt;/i&gt; exhibit was at the MoMA where I made my way afterwards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibit was amazing; I felt like I was tripping on ecstasy (though I've never taken ecstasy) with the projections, colors, and unique music.  It was kind of the that part of &lt;i&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/i&gt; where they're at the book release party and Bono sings &lt;i&gt;I Am the Walrus&lt;/i&gt;.  I read and people watched for a while.  I went to Crumbs after and had a very yummy red velvet cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7:55, Amy and I took in a showing of &lt;i&gt;Bride Wars&lt;/i&gt;.  It felt like there were scenes cut out from the movie, like explaining about Kate Hudson's family for example, that should've been in it.  It was just lacking.  All in all, it was cute and touching, but probably &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; worth $12.  They repeated something that has given women around the world unrealistic expectations about their wedding day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A wedding day is the most important day in a woman's life."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, &lt;b&gt;excuse me&lt;/b&gt;?  This gives unrealistic expectations to women everywhere.  People should go back to having marriages, not weddings.  Say your vows and eat some cake, save your $100k for something more lasting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5747225263561914786?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5747225263561914786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5747225263561914786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5747225263561914786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5747225263561914786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-day-all-week.html' title='The best day all week.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5926029984413644408</id><published>2009-01-09T23:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:39:08.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exes That You Can't Stand</title><content type='html'>So, my ex from my senior year of high school (and into my freshmen year of college).  He's the ultimate asshole.  Don't ask me why I dated him for a year and a half.  That's irrelevant though.  After him I became serial non-monogamist (hah, can you tell how [not] great in bed he was?) and he became the exact opposite.  His last girlfriend of nearly three years, he cheated on with three girls - she only found out about two of them.  Poor girl.  After that girlfriends' mother got them both summer internships at JP Morgan, he became the ultimate super-boring, money-obsessed banker; actually, I believe he works in mortgages.  He stayed on as a part-time employee after the summer and has since sold his soul to Satan for the bottom line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from him in months, probably because I hadn't texted him, and I hadn't wanted to or even thought of him in those months, until I got a text from him tonight while on my way to the movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So, I was going to leave JPM, but they doubled my salary instead.  I'M RICH, BIATCH!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was not impressed.  I guess he was expecting me to say that I was oh-so-thrilled that the greedy sons-of-bitches who drove this economy into the ground (and in return, cost me my job) are being rewarded oh-so greatly.  Anyone who knows me knows I don't fake anything, especially not congratulations that are NOT in order and I didn't in this case either.  In the end, I told him I was sad for him that the only way he could validate his accomplishments was to gloat about them to me.  He still hasn't answered.  Good riddance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to be negative on this blog, but I felt this had to be said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5926029984413644408?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5926029984413644408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5926029984413644408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5926029984413644408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5926029984413644408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/exes-that-you-cant-stand.html' title='Exes That You Can&apos;t Stand'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-7570627504057838684</id><published>2009-01-07T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:34:17.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"I wanna be with a guy who wants to be with me." - Whitney Porte&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Whitney, for summarizing my feelings for me perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-7570627504057838684?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/7570627504057838684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=7570627504057838684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7570627504057838684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7570627504057838684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wanna-be-with-guy-who-wants-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3531997640419481798</id><published>2009-01-06T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:53:15.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I ever mention...</title><content type='html'>I get discouraged easily?  I haven't gotten a positive call in reply to my resume frenzy.... so I am very discouraged.  I know, &lt;i&gt;I know&lt;/i&gt;, it's been &lt;u&gt;one day&lt;/u&gt;, but still.  But while I'm not job-hunting, I have some other things to look forward to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday night&lt;/b&gt;: plans with Adam (who I referred to on here once as Aaron)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday afternoon&lt;/b&gt;: coffee with a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday night&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Bride Wars&lt;/i&gt; with Amy in Lincoln Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;:  Morning: Meeting with Jed&lt;br /&gt;                      Afternoon:  [Free] Haircut at Bumble and Bumble model school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two new movies off Netflix today, and I went to the gym in my building twice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This detox that I'm doing is ridiculous.  Though I can eat, I'm eating a lot of carrots, cucumbers, and rice and I'm STILL hungry.  If I can get through most of the day tomorrow, and Adam and I go out to eat or something, I'll end it then.  Being on the fast has been a blessing and a curse at the same time.  Not being able to eat normal things has kept me in the house applying for jobs and not spending money (which is good and bad), though staying in the house, applying for jobs, would usually result in me eating a lot of crap and I can't do that now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds confusing, but it's both good and bad.  I can tell you right now though, &lt;b&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3531997640419481798?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3531997640419481798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3531997640419481798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3531997640419481798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3531997640419481798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-i-ever-mention.html' title='Did I ever mention...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2699242184853099947</id><published>2009-01-06T10:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:47:42.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plus...</title><content type='html'>a producer friend, Boneau/Bryan-Brown, Dan T/Off-Broadway Booking, 2 positions at Simon and Schuster, 321 Theatrical Management, American Theatre Wing, and a few talent agencies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2699242184853099947?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2699242184853099947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2699242184853099947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2699242184853099947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2699242184853099947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/plus.html' title='Plus...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5527175762958365665</id><published>2009-01-05T21:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:15:27.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to square one.</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not referring to guys, I'm referring to my career.  As of 10:15am, I became unemployed.  They said they didn't want to do it earlier so as not to "ruin my holiday," but I wish they would have.  There were two great jobs open a few weeks ago that no longer are (yes, I've checked).  BUT I spent the afternoon sending out my resume to people I've interned for, people I know in the industry, people who might know other people in the industry, personal friends... This is who I ended up sending resumes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel French, MTI, The Araca Group, Barlow-Hartman, Allied Live, HHC Marketing, Jed Bernstein, Ken Davenport, Theatre Mania, Time Out New York, The Road Company (former internship), The Broadway League (former internship), Andy Hammingson/The Public Theatre, Atlantic Theatre Company/Neil Pepe (former internship), Keith Sherman &amp; Associates (Keith himself wrote back!), Actors Equity Association (where I was also offered a job), The Shubert Organization (where I was offered a 2nd interview), Plumm Benefits, The Signature Theatre, Randi Grossman/Max Merchandise, Eliran Murphy Group, Theatre Communication Group, Marquee Merchandise, Conde Nast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  Not bad for a few hours, huh?  And also a few personal friends and family members, one of whom introduced me to an employee at MTI - to whom I spoke on the phone with tonight and he was really, really nice!  I look forward to meeting him in a couple of weeks.  Tomorrow I'm calling the Dodgers.  &lt;b&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5527175762958365665?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5527175762958365665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5527175762958365665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5527175762958365665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5527175762958365665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to square one.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5724368646883281854</id><published>2009-01-04T17:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:08:44.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>there are good guys out there.</title><content type='html'>in response to my text (about how i wanted to cry because of said-guy), he wrote back: &lt;i&gt;ugh, he doesn't deserve you.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice to hear coming from someone that doesn't need to say it, or benefit any from saying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5724368646883281854?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5724368646883281854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5724368646883281854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5724368646883281854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5724368646883281854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-good-guys-out-there.html' title='there are good guys out there.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2470749666408123115</id><published>2009-01-04T15:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:19:44.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"The younger you are when you get married, the more likely you are to get divorced."&lt;br /&gt;"What about my parents?  They were 18 when they got married!"&lt;br /&gt;"That was different.  That was the 80's, everyone was all coked out and no one really knew what they were doing." &lt;br /&gt;- The Secret Life of the American Teenager&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2470749666408123115?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2470749666408123115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2470749666408123115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2470749666408123115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2470749666408123115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/coke.html' title='Coke.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5911705654142640466</id><published>2009-01-04T14:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:28:57.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just incase..</title><content type='html'>you think i don't see a lot of theatre... i was organizing my playbills today.  15 years of playbills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SWEN7Sx-TVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pxQONXoZIYI/s1600-h/playbills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SWEN7Sx-TVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pxQONXoZIYI/s400/playbills.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287522749814558034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;on my playbills, i found signatures of&lt;/b&gt;: Maureen McGovern, Jeff Goldblum, Patrick Stewart, Douglas Sills, Rob Bartlett, Pablo Schreiber, Anna Paquin, Kieran Culkin, Dennis Hopper, Grant Shaud, Harvey Fierstein, Eddie Kaye Thomas, Natasha Richardson, John C. Reilly, Christina Applegate, Sebastian Bach, Didi Conn, Vanessa Williams, Alan Menken, Alfred Molina, Julia Stiles, Billy Crudup, Idina Menzel, Stephen Lynch, Joanna Gleason, Maria Friedman, Michael Ball, Kristin Chenoweth, Delta Burke, Christine Ebersole, Rebecca Gayheart, Marsha Mason, Frances Sternhagen, Bill Irwin, Jai Rodriguez, Lea Salonga, Neil Patrick Harris, Mario Catone, Mary Catherine Garrison, Roger Bart, Susan Lucci, Susan Egan, Mark Hamil, Polly Bergen, Jennifer Garner, Richard Griffiths, Julianne Moore, Bill Nigh, Marin Mazzie, Brian Stokes Mitchelle, Orlando Bloom, Julia Roberts, Paul Rudd, Matthew Broderick, Raul Esparza.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5911705654142640466?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5911705654142640466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5911705654142640466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5911705654142640466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5911705654142640466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-incase.html' title='just incase..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SWEN7Sx-TVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pxQONXoZIYI/s72-c/playbills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-670464144505789516</id><published>2009-01-04T02:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:03:47.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just FYI for all the guys who read this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SWBfT022hUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BhbIM1weMZY/s1600-h/perfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SWBfT022hUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BhbIM1weMZY/s400/perfect.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287330756743824706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't think any guys do read this but just incase...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-670464144505789516?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/670464144505789516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=670464144505789516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/670464144505789516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/670464144505789516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-fyi-for-all-guys-who-read-this.html' title='Just FYI for all the guys who read this..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SWBfT022hUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BhbIM1weMZY/s72-c/perfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-6489293958059137054</id><published>2009-01-03T17:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:53:56.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this just in:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I date losers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6489293958059137054?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6489293958059137054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6489293958059137054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6489293958059137054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6489293958059137054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-just-in.html' title='this just in:'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3425274375068249210</id><published>2009-01-03T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:31:55.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double-feature day.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I indulged myself and saw two plays that I'd been wanting to see for quite some time, but have been too lazy to actually get out to.  Now, logical folk would've said, "wait until it's not tourist season!" but not me!  I took in a matinee of &lt;b&gt;Speed the Plow&lt;/b&gt;, by David Mamet, and &lt;b&gt;Equus&lt;/b&gt;, by Peter Shaffer, at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great center orchestra aisle seat for &lt;b&gt;Speed the Plow&lt;/b&gt; and I was incredibly excited to see Norbert Leo Butz in the role left vacant last month by Jeremy Piven.  The show was about the head of production at a movie studio in LA and his inner conflict in which of two movies to produce.  It was filled with quick &amp; witty dialogue, and very humor.  All in all, I &lt;b&gt;loved&lt;/b&gt; it.  And special mention goes to Norbert Leo Butz for being so amazing in a role after about 15 minutes of rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Equus&lt;/b&gt; was slower and definitely more serious.  It was about a boy who finds himself in a psychiatric institution after he blinds 6 horses.  I definitely enjoyed the second act more than the 1st, though.  Daniel Radcliffe and Richard Griffiths were both fantastic.  The following is a picture of the crowd of people that wait &lt;i&gt;across the street&lt;/i&gt; after the show for Daniel Radcliffe to come out.  It's absolutely ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SV-u--hWKTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pkZe857vQns/s1600-h/equus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SV-u--hWKTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pkZe857vQns/s320/equus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287136884514236722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3425274375068249210?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3425274375068249210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3425274375068249210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3425274375068249210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3425274375068249210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/double-feature-day.html' title='Double-feature day.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SV-u--hWKTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pkZe857vQns/s72-c/equus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-6707960551930851983</id><published>2009-01-03T12:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:56:55.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shows I want to see..</title><content type='html'>There are a bunch of shows I want to see while I've been slacking this fall... here they are in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All My Sons&lt;/span&gt; - closes January 11th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Billy Elliot&lt;/span&gt; - open ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shrek the Musical&lt;/span&gt; - open ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've liked to have seen &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boeing-Boeing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13 the musical&lt;/span&gt; but they both close tomorrow, soo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many shows opening in the spring that I want to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hair&lt;/span&gt; - previews 3/31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guys and Dolls&lt;/span&gt; - previews 2/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hedda Gabbler&lt;/span&gt; - previews 1/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You're Welcome, America....&lt;/span&gt; - previews 1/20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6707960551930851983?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6707960551930851983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6707960551930851983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6707960551930851983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6707960551930851983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/shows-i-want-to-see.html' title='Shows I want to see..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2219589523604575840</id><published>2009-01-01T18:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:22:32.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I need to start taking more chances again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2219589523604575840?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2219589523604575840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2219589523604575840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2219589523604575840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2219589523604575840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-to-start-taking-more-chances.html' title=''/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3299462705729412360</id><published>2009-01-01T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:37:02.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A photo from last night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SV0pRoZfgFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6bYqbJl-jNQ/s1600-h/PC120021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SV0pRoZfgFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6bYqbJl-jNQ/s320/PC120021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286426920481685586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3299462705729412360?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3299462705729412360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3299462705729412360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3299462705729412360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3299462705729412360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-from-last-night.html' title='A photo from last night...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SV0pRoZfgFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6bYqbJl-jNQ/s72-c/PC120021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5018891672371380301</id><published>2009-01-01T10:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:27:12.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>So, even though I was upset over the guy, I got over and started the night over at World Bar (48th and 1st) where Lindsay was finishing up working, and then we headed down to &lt;a href="http://newyork.citysearch.com/profile/11351812/new_york_ny/zum_schneider.html"&gt;Zum Schneider&lt;/a&gt; on East 7th and Avenue C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never heard of it before, but it's like a German beer hall in Alphabet City!  I reconnected with some people from high school that I haven't seen since, which was nice.  I could've chosen to continue to hold the grudge from the end of my senior year, but I'm awful at holding grudges and it was a new year, so I let it go.  I had a stein (one liter) of Haufbrahaus specialty brew and a glass of champagne.  It made me think of Munich... and I stole the stein!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home around 1:30am-ish and crossed the street to get a cab in the right direction and overheard two guys getting in a cab going to the Upper East Side, so I jumped in with them.  They were totally stunned and like, "Who is this girl??" but it was cool and they invited me out with them, but I wanted to get home.  One of them was named Brad... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night.  Here are my resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Eat more fruits and vegetables&lt;br /&gt;2) Use the gym in my building&lt;br /&gt;3) Read all the books I got for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't settle for guys who aren't worth it&lt;br /&gt;5) Stop stressing and get over current guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5018891672371380301?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5018891672371380301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5018891672371380301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5018891672371380301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5018891672371380301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-6783110284610240040</id><published>2008-12-31T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:31:05.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be over you.</title><content type='html'>You know the guy that's been practically ignoring me for 3-4 weeks now, except for when, you know, he has time to send me a 5 word text?  Our texts tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Him: Ooh nooo... How are you feeling?  Poor sicky!  Any fun NYE plans?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm feeling run down, thanks, which my NYE plans are up in the air because of.  You must be really busy that it took you a day to answer my text...&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Noo... I just saw your text.  I didn't use my phone yesterday.  More jersey fun!  It's too cold to clean gutters.  Are you resting?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I'm resting.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Rest and soup!!!  And maybe a few hours out?  It's sooo cold out!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yeah, I'll be out tonight for a few hours.  What're you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Him: In [someplace], NY with college friends.  Quet but fun!  Headed anywhere fun?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yea, a few places.  Have a good night, happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Happy new year to you too!  Can we play in '09?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'm not sure.  Call me next year.&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Deal! :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?  Does he not understand that I'm upset or does he just not care?  Whatever, happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6783110284610240040?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6783110284610240040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6783110284610240040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6783110284610240040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6783110284610240040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-be-over-you.html' title='I wanna be over you.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5146641848430156519</id><published>2008-12-30T23:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:30:38.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First time.</title><content type='html'>I have no plans for NYE and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't care!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5146641848430156519?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5146641848430156519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5146641848430156519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5146641848430156519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5146641848430156519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-time.html' title='First time.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-1901298374954170882</id><published>2008-12-29T14:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:12:42.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.chryslerllc.com/binaryFiles/Image/Ads/ThankYouAmerica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 776px;" src="http://blog.chryslerllc.com/binaryFiles/Image/Ads/ThankYouAmerica.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're such idiots.  This is why I said &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; to bail out the big auto companies.  I love this quote from &lt;a href="http://blogmaverick.com/2008/12/22/you-know-chrysler-is-toast-because/"&gt;Mark Cuban&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;"Lets see, is there anything more idiotic than spending more than 100k dollars on a full page ad “thanks for letting me waste your money” ad?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-1901298374954170882?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/1901298374954170882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=1901298374954170882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1901298374954170882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1901298374954170882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha.html' title='Haha.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-694888949450019110</id><published>2008-12-29T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:28:06.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans for tonight...</title><content type='html'>1) Drop off rent check&lt;br /&gt;2) Exchange SATC dvd for 2-disc version at B&amp;N on 82nd Street&lt;br /&gt;3) Grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;4) Stop in Verizon store on 96th and Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;i&gt;The City&lt;/i&gt; at 10pm!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-694888949450019110?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/694888949450019110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=694888949450019110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/694888949450019110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/694888949450019110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/plans-for-tonight.html' title='Plans for tonight...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-7310010911252850417</id><published>2008-12-29T11:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:19:56.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, really, quiz master, ya think?</title><content type='html'>This couldn't have been more spot-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SVj4nvxsezI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mjtk4oTCxSw/s1600-h/brain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SVj4nvxsezI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mjtk4oTCxSw/s400/brain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247524442766130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-7310010911252850417?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/7310010911252850417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=7310010911252850417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7310010911252850417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7310010911252850417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-really-quiz-master-ya-think.html' title='Oh, really, quiz master, ya think?'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SVj4nvxsezI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mjtk4oTCxSw/s72-c/brain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2339193830653565459</id><published>2008-12-29T00:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:46:38.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a catch.</title><content type='html'>I apologize in advance for how shallow and self-centered this blog is going to sound, but I'm being a bit toyed around by a guy right now, and frankly, I think he should appreciate me much more than he is and this is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes, I am sometimes a huge bitch,&lt;/span&gt; but that's usually just my 'honesty' being taken the wrong way.  I am a lot of qualities that should be desired but I just haven't found &lt;i&gt;that guy&lt;/i&gt; who will appreciate these qualities yet.  I am honest (possibly to a fault), loyal (aka I don't cheat, never have, and won't hook up with guys who are in relationships), honest (I never lie), I'm witty and sarcastic, I'm very cute (some say beautiful, and no, not just my family), and believe it or not, despite myself (when I am in the right place in my life), I am an amazing girlfriend.  I am &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; very caring and do a lot of little thoughtful things.  And I don't date guys (or use them) for their money -  I always offer to pay.  I like quirky guys.  I generally date men with more personality than looks (right now I'm dating someone with an equal amount of both)... though that's not going so great right now, so I shouldn't be talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing this for anyone's benefit but my own.  I wanted to write this so I would have it to look back on when I'm feeling down because I honestly believe it.  I have a lot of faults, but who doesn't?  Maybe I'm being too sensitive, but I just need a bit more attention than I'm currently getting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely mini-vacation... Christmas was quiet, but lovely with our close family friends.  Maine was great too.  Lots of quality time with my younger cousin - and my aunt.  Cooking galore!  I finally got a tea pot!  Yay!  And I have a pink desk chair now... it looks cute in front of my pink curtains and mini pink Christmas tree!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I should finish reading &lt;i&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;My Horizontal Life&lt;/i&gt; first... oh well, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2339193830653565459?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2339193830653565459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2339193830653565459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2339193830653565459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2339193830653565459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-catch.html' title='I am a catch.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2328206187629014391</id><published>2008-12-25T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:09:46.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the loot...</title><content type='html'>a hot pink fleece throw, a pink pillow with a rhinestone crown on it, a necklace hanger, a ring holder, a pink chair for my desk, my &lt;b&gt;pace&lt;/b&gt; diploma framed and ready to be hung (my parents have such a sense of humor), a nightie, a pink flowey shirt, english chocolate, a pink grocery tote, the hills season 3 on dvd, SATC the movie on dvd, the mother tongue (bill bryson), the lost continent (bill bryson), i hate my  neck (book), blink (malcolm gladwell), i was told there'd be cake (book), weights, and i think that's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked my dad if we could exchange the SATC dvd to the 2-disc and he said, "yeah, i know you asked for that one, but i think those are a waste." hah.  needless to say, i won!  i'm showered and in my pink satin dress... almost time to go get chinese food with our fellow half-breeds!  off to maine tomorrow, and i'm STOKED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2328206187629014391?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2328206187629014391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2328206187629014391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2328206187629014391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2328206187629014391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/loot.html' title='the loot...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2757499043389672019</id><published>2008-12-25T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:54:56.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy/Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SVOsyo1rnUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/a5q07L7bGb8/s1600-h/n19604958_32943717_3971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SVOsyo1rnUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/a5q07L7bGb8/s400/n19604958_32943717_3971.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283756773791735106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family's Christmas tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2757499043389672019?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2757499043389672019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2757499043389672019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2757499043389672019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2757499043389672019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/happymerry-christmas.html' title='Happy/Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SVOsyo1rnUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/a5q07L7bGb8/s72-c/n19604958_32943717_3971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-6396066974988989789</id><published>2008-12-23T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:41:20.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the first of the season..</title><content type='html'>the first starbucks giftcard of the season.... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SVEwuqUpRoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nm5UDjWiIMo/s1600-h/n19604958_32938121_6192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SVEwuqUpRoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nm5UDjWiIMo/s320/n19604958_32938121_6192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283057416075298434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6396066974988989789?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6396066974988989789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6396066974988989789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6396066974988989789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6396066974988989789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-of-season.html' title='the first of the season..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SVEwuqUpRoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nm5UDjWiIMo/s72-c/n19604958_32938121_6192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-183961949329118934</id><published>2008-12-23T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:25:09.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossies!</title><content type='html'>I know, that word is very obnoxious.  Let this one slide.  My co-worker and I are crossing our fingers that our director decides to close the office completely tomorrow, instead of closing at 2pm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day always seems to speed by until about 12:30pm.  Then time just shrugs by.  Oh, clock, how I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cross 'em!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-183961949329118934?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/183961949329118934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=183961949329118934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/183961949329118934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/183961949329118934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/crossies.html' title='Crossies!'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3543441865735268270</id><published>2008-12-22T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:19:35.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny quote...</title><content type='html'>... from our holiday party when we were opening our "secret santa" gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Save the paper, cause we 'po!" - boss&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps: he was kidding.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3543441865735268270?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3543441865735268270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3543441865735268270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3543441865735268270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3543441865735268270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/funny-quote.html' title='Funny quote...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-8666707603388068137</id><published>2008-12-22T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:27:47.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the millenium!</title><content type='html'>Or my blog just got 2000 hits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy 2000 hits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-8666707603388068137?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/8666707603388068137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=8666707603388068137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8666707603388068137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8666707603388068137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-millenium.html' title='It&apos;s the millenium!'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-8315190344581029608</id><published>2008-12-22T10:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:37:06.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SU-xGlnF5cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QqiB7wMEcGo/s1600-h/1220082048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SU-xGlnF5cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QqiB7wMEcGo/s320/1220082048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282635614662288834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do a whole lot this weekend - the weather was intense and I stayed in!  Except on Saturday night, I went out to get dinner... and obviously over to Magnolia's after.  I didn't get one of these but they were so cute I had to photograph them!  I have my first "session" tonight and then it's the season finale of &lt;i&gt;The Hills&lt;/i&gt;!  I'm totally excited and I won't deny it.  I'm going home on Christmas Eve... and then Maine on Friday until Sunday.  I'm super-stoked to be going to Maine.  I haven't been since June and there will probably be awesome, awesome outlet sales at the Gap and Banana right after Christmas.  Spending quality time with my family up there is fun too, I guess :)  Here is a pretty picture of my walk way in the snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SU-0D8tNzTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3TX5i3g4oZ8/s1600-h/n19604958_32928073_5133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SU-0D8tNzTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3TX5i3g4oZ8/s320/n19604958_32928073_5133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282638867857263922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-8315190344581029608?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/8315190344581029608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=8315190344581029608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8315190344581029608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8315190344581029608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SU-xGlnF5cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QqiB7wMEcGo/s72-c/1220082048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3056916306080349841</id><published>2008-12-19T17:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:34:32.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holidays from...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Merry Christmas.  You were all great in bed.  Hope you stay stiff biatch!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a postcard from &lt;b&gt;The Jove&lt;/b&gt; today that said the above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3056916306080349841?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3056916306080349841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3056916306080349841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3056916306080349841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3056916306080349841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays-from.html' title='happy holidays from...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-270306351355252083</id><published>2008-12-19T16:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:43:36.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just not that into me.</title><content type='html'>This has crossed my mind more than once, and I've pushed it back.  I think I have to admit it.  Maybe he'll return from his vacation and the holidays and prove me wrong, but he's going to have to do a lot to prove to me that he's for real (I'm not holding my breath).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qefQSeQhwrg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/qefQSeQhwrg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-270306351355252083?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/270306351355252083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=270306351355252083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/270306351355252083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/270306351355252083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/hes-just-not-that-into-me.html' title='He&apos;s just not that into me.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2084102632043060526</id><published>2008-12-18T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:47:12.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't take this anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;But I'm gonna need more &lt;br /&gt;than what you're giving me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel you but I feel empty&lt;br /&gt;You gotta help me, you gotta meet me half way.&lt;br /&gt;- Kelly Clarkson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to scream or cry right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2084102632043060526?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2084102632043060526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2084102632043060526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2084102632043060526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2084102632043060526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-take-this-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t take this anymore.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-6430513097738357192</id><published>2008-12-17T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:31:38.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't you hear?  Shoprite wouldn't put Adolf Hitler Campbell's name on his birthday cake?  &lt;a href="http://thefivewsuntreatable.blogspot.com/2008/12/adolf-hitler-campbell-denied-birthday.html"&gt;But Walmart would!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Office Reactions&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"He's gonna change his name by the time he's 12, or he's gonna be facing a whole lotta ugly from a never-ending parade of stupid." - Coworker &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Yes this is America, you are free to choose to make your child's life a living hell!" - Another coworker&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6430513097738357192?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6430513097738357192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6430513097738357192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6430513097738357192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6430513097738357192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/didnt-you-hear-shoprite-wouldnt-put.html' title=''/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2109948542848411935</id><published>2008-12-17T00:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:23:26.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUiMqx25lsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oWh_bp9hjwQ/s1600-h/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUiMqx25lsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oWh_bp9hjwQ/s320/front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625229657904834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view out my window!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2109948542848411935?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2109948542848411935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2109948542848411935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2109948542848411935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2109948542848411935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUiMqx25lsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oWh_bp9hjwQ/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5445828885763708688</id><published>2008-12-16T16:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:41:15.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha-heehee-haha-ho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUgcJVhIS4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/aoYzTDZwLig/s1600-h/cocktailjam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUgcJVhIS4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/aoYzTDZwLig/s320/cocktailjam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280501509812407170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended that last night, with Dan and Lindsay!  It was a good time - and I put on my new pink satin dress that I got &lt;u&gt;on sale&lt;/u&gt; for $20 at Old Navy (yes, I proudly shop there)!  I'd never seen a gathering like this before, it was definitely an experience!  I didn't get home til after 2!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt; it snowed today!  &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;/b&gt; flakes!  Nothing stuck, but it was pretty to watch.  It's supposed to snow more later tonight, maybe, yay!  I'll already be happily inside my apartment and able to watch it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5445828885763708688?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5445828885763708688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5445828885763708688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5445828885763708688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5445828885763708688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha-heehee-hohoho.html' title='Haha-heehee-haha-ho...'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUgcJVhIS4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/aoYzTDZwLig/s72-c/cocktailjam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3583676110680698601</id><published>2008-12-16T15:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:58:26.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Great minds wallow in the same gutter." - Coworker&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3583676110680698601?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3583676110680698601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3583676110680698601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3583676110680698601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3583676110680698601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-minds-wallow-in-same-gutter.html' title=''/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2855798153402037767</id><published>2008-12-16T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:51:54.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is completely accurate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUgGzpeOIfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RgjWfQOhaqU/s1600-h/cosmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUgGzpeOIfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RgjWfQOhaqU/s320/cosmo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280478047467610610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every issue is the same stuff with new titles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2855798153402037767?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2855798153402037767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2855798153402037767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2855798153402037767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2855798153402037767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-completely-accurate.html' title='This is completely accurate.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUgGzpeOIfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RgjWfQOhaqU/s72-c/cosmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-1661223829208699126</id><published>2008-12-15T17:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:31:50.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if you give a cat a christmas tree..</title><content type='html'>it'll claw its way inside.. this is a picture of a friend of a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUbaxMNNJ8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/JuaSHm9jaFc/s1600-h/cattree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUbaxMNNJ8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/JuaSHm9jaFc/s320/cattree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280148151763544002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-1661223829208699126?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/1661223829208699126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=1661223829208699126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1661223829208699126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1661223829208699126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-give-cat-christmas-tree.html' title='if you give a cat a christmas tree..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUbaxMNNJ8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/JuaSHm9jaFc/s72-c/cattree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-4218094360195812024</id><published>2008-12-15T16:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:51:15.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another funny boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: You should bring a cute girl with you to Cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;paolo&lt;/b&gt;: yes, I should pack up with a cutie and relax.  sadly the cuties I meet tend to be manufactured by &lt;u&gt;Crazy, Inc.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-4218094360195812024?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/4218094360195812024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=4218094360195812024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/4218094360195812024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/4218094360195812024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-funny-boy.html' title='another funny boy.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-773983979665188557</id><published>2008-12-15T14:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:55:37.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love me, hate me, say what you want about me.</title><content type='html'>I didn't get the Aerosoles ones, but i got Aldo ones, with a shorter heel!  i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUa2C56NqsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LNZykO0KwZ0/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUa2C56NqsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LNZykO0KwZ0/s200/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280107774159465154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally saw &lt;i&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;/i&gt; and it was fantastic.  Really, really fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-773983979665188557?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/773983979665188557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=773983979665188557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/773983979665188557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/773983979665188557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-me-hate-me-say-what-you-want-about.html' title='love me, hate me, say what you want about me.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SUa2C56NqsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LNZykO0KwZ0/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-6536701252539914424</id><published>2008-12-14T00:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:52:21.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like-mindedness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: i wanna get sparkly red nail polish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jeremy&lt;/b&gt;: man, we have like the same thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jeremy&lt;/b&gt;: scary&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6536701252539914424?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6536701252539914424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6536701252539914424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6536701252539914424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6536701252539914424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-mindedness.html' title='Like-mindedness.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-8614074809064633348</id><published>2008-12-13T15:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:55:54.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aerosoles.com/product1.asp?P=SEMICIRCLE#"&gt;i want you so bad.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one has them anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-8614074809064633348?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/8614074809064633348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=8614074809064633348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8614074809064633348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8614074809064633348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-you.html' title='i want you.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-589452969136838552</id><published>2008-12-12T00:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:20:07.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One last affirmation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; paolooooooo, why are men so confusing? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paolo:&lt;/b&gt;  they are not dear&lt;br /&gt;you are overthinking it&lt;br /&gt;you want tomorrow, today&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-589452969136838552?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/589452969136838552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=589452969136838552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/589452969136838552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/589452969136838552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-last-affirmation.html' title='One last affirmation.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2830049045384527709</id><published>2008-12-11T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:35:31.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Blue..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"I just didn't feel close to her.  After this long, I should have felt close to her.  Or at least had the sense that I knew her. . . I mean, I knew her taste in music, art, food, travel, literature.  But I still didn't know her." - Ethan&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird to read this!  I had felt after Sunday that I didn't know these facts (favorites, for instance) about him, but now I'm thinking that those are all frivolous and knowing the &lt;i&gt;person&lt;/i&gt; is more important than all of that.  And I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; feel like I know &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; as a &lt;u&gt;person&lt;/u&gt;, or at least getting to know him better with each passing day.  And I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; feel close to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, &lt;i&gt;Something Blue&lt;/i&gt; was another amazing book by Emily Giffin.  Now &lt;i&gt;Love the One Your With&lt;/i&gt; has to come out in paperback!  Tomorrow I'm going to see Ian's one act with Amy.  Just like the good ol' days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2830049045384527709?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2830049045384527709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2830049045384527709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2830049045384527709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2830049045384527709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-blue.html' title='Something Blue..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3010853744994594820</id><published>2008-12-11T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:16:49.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a normal conversation at work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Ugh, I have peanut butter stuck in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doug&lt;/b&gt;: Well, just pretend it's a normal Saturday night, and what'd you do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me, laughing&lt;/b&gt;: Ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doug&lt;/b&gt;: You laughed!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3010853744994594820?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3010853744994594820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3010853744994594820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3010853744994594820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3010853744994594820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/normal-conversation-at-work.html' title='a normal conversation at work.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-1022351966038633021</id><published>2008-12-09T11:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:21:49.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are funny, sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I stress out over lots of stuff so I don't sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeremy&lt;/b&gt;:  I mean, I do understand that it's stressful watching Lauren [Conrad, from The Hills], and figuring out which guy she should be with.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-1022351966038633021?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/1022351966038633021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=1022351966038633021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1022351966038633021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1022351966038633021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/men-are-funny-sometimes.html' title='Men are funny, sometimes.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-4249034137612082449</id><published>2008-12-06T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:53:20.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New undies.</title><content type='html'>I love getting new undies... especially from &lt;i&gt;Aerie&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Old Navy&lt;/i&gt;.  Here's the latest stash from &lt;i&gt;Aerie&lt;/i&gt; that I received last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STqf4Yxq0OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OfwJ7OcJ5nM/s1600-h/undies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STqf4Yxq0OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OfwJ7OcJ5nM/s200/undies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276705704490225890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-4249034137612082449?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/4249034137612082449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=4249034137612082449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/4249034137612082449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/4249034137612082449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-undies.html' title='New undies.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STqf4Yxq0OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OfwJ7OcJ5nM/s72-c/undies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-8726923607669007789</id><published>2008-12-06T10:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:49:29.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad dream.</title><content type='html'>I had an awful dream last night (this morning?).  I dreamed that we  were getting done with a date at his place and &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; he was seeing came over too early.  And then he still tried to get me to come up anyways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's not like that (he's smarter).  It wasn't the fact that he was seeing someone else that bothered me, it was that he wasn't smarter planning his dates further apart :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-8726923607669007789?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/8726923607669007789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=8726923607669007789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8726923607669007789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8726923607669007789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-dream.html' title='Bad dream.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-137489596008971020</id><published>2008-12-05T10:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:38:02.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We all have doubts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STlCa6d5peI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QwzL35UOLak/s1600-h/doubt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STlCa6d5peI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QwzL35UOLak/s320/doubt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321468579948002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took in an advanced screening of the movie-adaptation of John Patrick Stanley's TONY winning play &lt;i&gt;Doubt&lt;/i&gt; last night at the 34th Street Loews (thanks, &lt;u&gt;American Theatre Wing&lt;/u&gt;!).  It was very, very well done.  The exteriors were filmed in the Bronx at the school that Stanley went to and the block he used to play on (fun fact!).  I was never bored and hoping it'd be over soon, like I was on Broadway.  The cast, including Meryl Streep, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Amy Adams, Viola Rose, were all fantastic and gave great performances.  They gave a talk back after in the theatre with John Patrick Stanley.  It was just incredible to be sitting in the same room with such a talented group.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doubt&lt;/i&gt; is out in theatres on December 12th, go see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Also&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;/i&gt; comes out today!  Another play-to-screen adaptation, check that out too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-137489596008971020?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/137489596008971020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=137489596008971020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/137489596008971020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/137489596008971020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-all-have-doubts.html' title='We all have doubts.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STlCa6d5peI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QwzL35UOLak/s72-c/doubt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-4555898574704766672</id><published>2008-12-03T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:50:35.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 pint + 3 glasses of wine = a slightly hung over Allison</title><content type='html'>So, dinner was had with Lindsay at &lt;i&gt;Republic&lt;/i&gt; last night and then drinks a couple of hours later at &lt;i&gt;McFaddens&lt;/i&gt; in midtown east, with some people that she knows.  I couldn't decline offers for free drinks, now could I?  It was a nice time!  But right now... ugh.  Where's my water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay is one of those friends that you can literally talk to about anything.  She always listens and sometimes criticizes, but like I pointed out to her last night, it's always &lt;u&gt;constructive&lt;/u&gt; criticism.  We talk about our faults and what we think we need to change about ourselves, and then when we can't take it anymore, we realize we must go see our therapists (mine is still in the process of being found).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; very soon... and I'm incredibly excited because we haven't had anytime together in what feels like a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-4555898574704766672?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/4555898574704766672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=4555898574704766672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I can trust my own judgment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6853016359149696732?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6853016359149696732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6853016359149696732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6853016359149696732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6853016359149696732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/12/2nd-mantra.html' title='2nd mantra..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3944179746347221469</id><published>2008-12-01T10:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:02:56.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Affirmation of the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose to be &lt;u&gt;happy&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3944179746347221469?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-1977403579500988565</id><published>2008-11-30T19:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:42:27.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No one is alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STMxbMXF57I/AAAAAAAAAFw/wy5EQsq_TuA/s1600-h/loneliness081201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STMxbMXF57I/AAAAAAAAAFw/wy5EQsq_TuA/s320/loneliness081201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274613931825293234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in New York is freezing and wet, but I went to the Shake Shack &amp; Duane Reade anyways.  I bought this weeks' issue of &lt;i&gt;New York Magazine&lt;/i&gt; (as seen above).  1 in every 2 New Yorkers live alone, but we are no where near as lonely as you would think.  In fact, it said that people who live in small towns are much lonelier than urban city dwellers.  The author said the average New Yorker's network of acquaintances can be just as good for ones health as a small group of "good" friends.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ironically enough, I read the article &lt;i&gt;by myself&lt;/i&gt; while eating a burger at the &lt;u&gt;Shake Shack&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-1977403579500988565?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/1977403579500988565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=1977403579500988565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1977403579500988565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/1977403579500988565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-one-is-alone.html' title='No one is alone.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STMxbMXF57I/AAAAAAAAAFw/wy5EQsq_TuA/s72-c/loneliness081201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3925676985228667632</id><published>2008-11-30T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:19:52.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Life:  I'm a Southern Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"This is my boyfriend.  He knows that one day he will be financially responsible and run our household, and I will entertain him!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that people with this mentality are the reason why America is not as progressive as it &lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt;.  The second girl is 24 and unmarred and fears becoming an "old maid."  &lt;u&gt;Are you SERIOUS?&lt;/u&gt;  They all perform in beauty pageants, tease their hair, and aspire only to get married.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl that I went to school with refuses to go to Planned Parenthood because of the kind of "people" that go there AKA lower class, not-white people.  She judges people like it's her job, but she doesn't want people to judge her for the current affair she is having at her office with a married man.  Oh no, of course not.  Hypocrites...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3925676985228667632?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3925676985228667632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3925676985228667632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3925676985228667632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3925676985228667632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-life-im-southern-bell.html' title='True Life:  I&apos;m a Southern Bell'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-7778168945963237607</id><published>2008-11-28T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:44:50.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is amazing.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://julia.nonsociety.com"&gt;JuliaAllison&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STCeQTri_zI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RhWK9eOkXR0/s1600-h/NB8YioMLigv4018i5XbMGe5Do1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STCeQTri_zI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RhWK9eOkXR0/s320/NB8YioMLigv4018i5XbMGe5Do1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273889166648868658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the far left, size 12!  (Same size as Marilyn Monroe!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ventured into Target on 225th Street and bought &lt;i&gt;21&lt;/i&gt; on DVD for $8; and I spent most of the day today reading &lt;i&gt;Baby Proof&lt;/i&gt;, I love Emily Giffin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-7778168945963237607?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/7778168945963237607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=7778168945963237607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7778168945963237607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7778168945963237607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-amazing.html' title='This is amazing.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/STCeQTri_zI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RhWK9eOkXR0/s72-c/NB8YioMLigv4018i5XbMGe5Do1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5696014455015185026</id><published>2008-11-28T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:07:06.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"ideal-weights" need to go.</title><content type='html'>I'm watching &lt;i&gt;True Life: I'm a Yo-Yo Dieter&lt;/i&gt; and I can't understand why people have "ideal weights".  I rarely get on a scale, it's usually only at doctors appointments.  I don't care what my weight is, only that I'm happy with how I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends with "ideal weights" and I just don't understand it.  If anyone that reads this has an ideal weight, comment and let me know why you have such a fixation on a number!  Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5696014455015185026?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5696014455015185026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5696014455015185026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5696014455015185026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5696014455015185026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/ideal-weights-need-to-go.html' title='&quot;ideal-weights&quot; need to go.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-7777161464226705817</id><published>2008-11-28T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:20:20.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1,000!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy 1,000 hits for my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-7777161464226705817?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/7777161464226705817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=7777161464226705817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7777161464226705817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7777161464226705817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/1000.html' title='1,000!'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2305760182656608554</id><published>2008-11-28T01:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:02:40.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"She wasn't having sex because she wanted a relationship."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carrie on Samantha, &lt;i&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2305760182656608554?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2305760182656608554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2305760182656608554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2305760182656608554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2305760182656608554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-wasnt-having-sex-because-she-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-7059766262418321598</id><published>2008-11-27T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:23:16.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenny Bruce, Langston Hughes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If you can't say "fuck," then you can't say "fuck the government"!&lt;/blockquote&gt; - Lenny Bruce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-7059766262418321598?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/7059766262418321598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=7059766262418321598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7059766262418321598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7059766262418321598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/lenny-bruce-langston-hughes.html' title='Lenny Bruce, Langston Hughes..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-3872375559527353468</id><published>2008-11-27T20:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:51:21.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>So my mother came to spend the night with me last night so we could prepare Thanksgiving dinner early this morning.  We went and saw the balloons being blown up (and passed by Tina Fey on 81st Street with her child), then to a really good Italian restaurant on West 4th, and then she dragged me to &lt;i&gt;Marie's Criss&lt;/i&gt; on Grove.  Yes, my &lt;i&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt; dragged &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;u&gt;Marie's Crisis&lt;/u&gt;.  It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up at 9am this morning to start cooking.  We were done around 11 or 12, and I showered.  Jason, a friend of mine who's family is in Texas, came over to eat around 3pm when everyone was done exploring my building and area.  It was lots of fun!  Jason was definitely a hit with my brother and my parents son, syncing up all three of their DS's and such.  We ate, were merry, cleaned, and everyone left by about 8pm!  He baked cookies too!  What a guy.  My favorite doorman is downstairs, I might go bring him food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OH!&lt;/b&gt;  And my parents brought my new TV &amp; DVD player.  I've gone from a 13" to a 32"!  Woohoo!  I'm watching &lt;i&gt;Home Alone&lt;/i&gt; on it now.  Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I Am Thankful For&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;i&gt;true&lt;/i&gt; friends&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;u&gt;job&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my apartment (&lt;u&gt;finally!&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;being able to have gone to the final performance of &lt;i&gt;rent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my health&lt;br /&gt;the boys i've dated recently!&lt;br /&gt;my travels around europe this summer &amp; everyone i met &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt; this dog is the cutest dog ever (thanks Jason):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SS9LR9NpfQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LygPWibC0_k/s1600-h/10869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SS9LR9NpfQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LygPWibC0_k/s320/10869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273516460535807234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-3872375559527353468?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/3872375559527353468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=3872375559527353468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3872375559527353468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/3872375559527353468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOcLM5ccJRE/SS9LR9NpfQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LygPWibC0_k/s72-c/10869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-6926297927738460239</id><published>2008-11-25T17:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:13:55.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted to let you know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is the longest day ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-6926297927738460239?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/6926297927738460239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=6926297927738460239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6926297927738460239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/6926297927738460239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-wanted-to-let-you-know.html' title='I just wanted to let you know..'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-8100052871165406184</id><published>2008-11-25T13:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:33:05.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadway has lost one of it's brightest lights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIP Gerald Schoenfeld&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1924 - 2008&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Members of the Broadway theatre community share their thoughts, condolences and memories about the life and career of Gerald Schoenfeld, Chairman of The Shubert Organization, who died Nov. 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DARYL ROTH&lt;/b&gt;, producer and theatre owner&lt;br /&gt;"He was just such the gentleman of the theatre. When I was starting out [as a producer] 20 years ago, he was a person I had known through friends. When I began producing, he was always very gracious and encouraging to me. He was always anxious to hear what everyone was doing, he was excited to know. For people just starting out, he was very excited to know what plays were interesting to you. You always like someone to feel like they're rooting for you. And he was very caring about the people who worked in the shows in his theatres, very caring about the artists. That's the most important thing, making people who work for you feel cared for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHILIP S. BIRSH&lt;/b&gt;, president and publisher, Playbill&lt;br /&gt;"It is with great sadness that we learn today of the death of Gerald Schoenfeld. All of Gerald Schoenfeld's friends and colleagues at Playbill mourn his passing. He was a great friend of Playbill and the Birsh family for over 40 years. We will miss him greatly. We send our condolences to his widow Pat and his entire family. His immense impact on the theatre and the theatre community will be felt for decades."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUGH JACKMAN&lt;/b&gt;, actor&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry was one of the true greats — a class act through and through. I am heartbroken to hear of his passing and know Broadway's lights will never shine quite as bright with him gone. This is a great loss to the theatre community and beyond. His brilliance, kindness, and creativity will never be forgotten. My thoughts and prayers are with his family and loved ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL P. PRICE&lt;/b&gt;, executive director, Goodspeed Musicals&lt;br /&gt;"I've known him for 40 years. He was a mentor, a friend, and he didn't hesitate to tell me what he thought — and how to guide my life. I was very fortunate to have him as a friend. I met him and [late Shubert partner Bernard B. Jacobs] at the Eugene O'Neill Theatre Center. He was a father figure to me…and they were teachers, Bernie and Jerry together. He loved the theatre, it was in his blood, he pulsed with it. [After the Broadway run of the musical Amour], Jerry kept pushing me to do it at Goodspeed. I've never produced a play that someone else told me, 'you've gotta do it.' Jerry called and said, 'I love Amour.' It turned out to be one of the most beautiful productions we've done. It was Jerry's baby. He kept pushing me to do it. He loved its humanity…it was about people, it was about love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARK ZIMMERMAN&lt;/b&gt;, president, and JOHN P. CONNOLLY, executive director, Actors' Equity Association &lt;br /&gt;"Gerald Schoenfeld was a true man of the theatre and unequaled in his vision and leadership. A gentleman in every way, he was also a fair but tough bargainer at the negotiating table and worked tirelessly to make Broadway the gold standard in American theatre. His passing is a great loss to us all, and our sympathies go to his family, The Shubert Organization and our colleagues in the theatre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER&lt;/b&gt;, composer &lt;br /&gt;"I adored Jerry. My standing joke with him was that he should play Max in Sunset Boulevard. We bantered back and forth all the time. Broadway has lost a fantastic personality. My best to Pat at this difficult time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARIELLE TEPPER MADOVER&lt;/b&gt;, producer&lt;br /&gt;"I first met Jerry in 1998 at the downtown production of Freak, but he had known my family for many years. He introduced himself and said, 'Come see me at the office.' I was 25 and scared to produce my first Broadway show, but through it all, he'd always say to me, 'Don't worry about it. It will be fine.' That was Jerry. I've never had a show that wasn't in one of his houses. He was always so encouraging — that is the thing that will be hardest about this. He was always behind me, always there for me, always watching out for me — no matter what the situation was. Doing a show without him will never be the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEIL PEPE&lt;/b&gt;, director&lt;br /&gt;"This is a sad day for the American theatre. Gerald Schoenfeld was one-of-a-kind and a true theatre legend. His passing feels like the end of an era. It is an honor to have directed my first Broadway show, Speed-the-Plow, in one of his beautiful theatres."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PETER SCHNEIDER&lt;/b&gt;, producer&lt;br /&gt;"Even the first time I met Jerry, 30 years ago, he was a larger-than-life force. He was passionate and demanding and made it seem that the impossible was expected. He mentored so many of this generation's leadership. I will miss his laugh and hugs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OSKAR EUSTIS&lt;/b&gt;, artistic director, The Public Theater&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry was a larger-than-life figure. He was a smart businessman and producer, but it was his love for the theatre, and the shows he produced, that will stay with me. I watched him fall in love with Stew and Passing Strange last year, and it was all the more beautiful because it was obvious even Jerry couldn't really explain why this story of a young African-American artist from Los Angeles moved him so much. (The closest he came was to describe their similar waistlines: 'Mesomorphs have to stick together.') But what he loved, he supported, and Passing Strange would never have gone to Broadway without him. As he did with so many of us, Jerry took me under his wing, gave me the tour of the Shubert offices, passed on the stories and knowledge gleaned from a lifetime of working on Broadway. On our second meeting, he took me into his office and read to me the first chapter of his still-unpublished memoirs. I was enthralled: they were smart, direct, and startlingly frank about his organization and career. His anger was formidable but his heart was generous. I never doubted that he saw himself as part of a community and of a noble profession. To say that he will be missed is trying to put words on the unnamable: none of us can imagine Broadway without him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANDREW D. HAMINGSON&lt;/b&gt;, executive director, The Public Theater&lt;br /&gt;"I remember the first time I met Jerry: when he lectured at a class I was taking at NYU. For all of us who were just starting in the business, the chance to hear from Mr. Schoenfeld (or 'Mr. Shubert,' as we called him) was worth all of that tuition that we paid. Sure, he shared the war stories and talked about what it was like to run his incredible theatre organization — but what was life-changing was how he gently grilled us when we asked a question. 'What is it that you really want to know?' he would ask again and again — not being dismissive or cranky, but wanting the students to get at the essence of the question. He was, after all, an attorney and this was his way of teaching a bunch of theatre manager wannabes the Socratic Method: Get to the meat of the matter. Jerry was always happy to take a few minutes at an opening night or at a Broadway Association lunch to ask, 'How's it going, kid? What's on the horizon at your theatre?' And encouraging me to keep up the good work — keep doing great theatre. I will dearly miss that encouragement and that grilling. My thoughts are with Pat, all of Jerry's family, and the entire Shubert team."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RANDALL L. WREGHITT&lt;/b&gt;, producer&lt;br /&gt;"There are those people who as soon as you meet them, you just know how lucky you are to count them as your friend. Jerry's kindness and generosity to me for the past 15 years has been such a part of my career as a producer. Whether it was discussing a show, an opening night, or just to catch up, I would look forward to those meetings and phone calls. His wit...his wisdom...and all those wonderful stories! I simply cannot believe he is gone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BERNADETTE PETERS&lt;/b&gt;, actress&lt;br /&gt;"I can't imagine not seeing him at every opening night, sitting on the aisle. He was a great friend and supporter of the Broadway community. There will be a large void, and I will miss him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOB BOYETT&lt;/b&gt;, producer&lt;br /&gt;"On a day like today I can only think of my personal relationship with Jerry. From the very day I produced my first Broadway show, he gave me advice and guidance like a friend. He was never too busy to inquire about my personal health and well being. Although a man with great love for theatre and for the practice of good business principles, he was first and foremost a person who cared about people. He did expect a high standard of good behavior and decorum, but he was one of the most loyal people I have ever known. His many acts of personal kindness are too numerous to ever be recorded. He was always there for the worthy who needed a job or a little support along the way. Jerry was also a great wit and raconteur. To sit with him in his office and hear his many theatrical anecdotes was pure joy. I shall miss him terribly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOWARD SHERMAN&lt;/b&gt;, executive director, American Theatre Wing&lt;br /&gt;"For generations now, it has been impossible to speak about Broadway without thinking of the enormous impact of Gerald Schoenfeld. His career was integral to the life of the Great White Way, and we hope that Pat and his family take comfort in knowing that his influence and his profound love of theatre has been felt and will continue to be felt by artists and audiences for generations to come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCOTT SANDERS&lt;/b&gt;, producer&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry Schoenfeld was a consummate professional and a delightful gentleman. For over three decades he has been a friend, a mentor and, in every dealing I ever had with him, was someone whose word was his bond. He will be missed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHRIS BONEAU and ADRIAN BRYAN-BROWN&lt;/b&gt;, theatrical press agents, Boneau/Bryan-Brown&lt;br /&gt;"[We] and everyone at BBB mourn the passing of Gerald Schoenfeld. Jerry was a true gentleman of the theatre who gave his heart and soul to Broadway. During his long and legendary career, he brought great talents to his theatres, championed the works of many artists and and brought tremendous joy to many, many people. Gerald Schoenfeld was a true leader, a mentor to scores of people within our industry and a remarkable teacher so willing to share his vast knowledge and love of the theatre. To say he was one of a kind is an understatement. He will be sorely missed."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-8100052871165406184?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/8100052871165406184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=8100052871165406184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8100052871165406184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/8100052871165406184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/broadway-has-lost-one-of-its-brightest.html' title='Broadway has lost one of it&apos;s brightest lights.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-5941280829298101340</id><published>2008-11-23T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:39:37.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgmental.</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; very judgmental, and closed minded about certain things.  (Though I think partially that admitting that gives me a &lt;i&gt;bit&lt;/i&gt; more credit.)  I don't understand why people are so overly religious, or overly conservative so I just don't try to understand.  I write those people off as stupid and unintelligent, and it's not okay but it happens.  Anyone who says anything masochistic also gets written off.  I should try to stop being so volatile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt this needed to be said out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-5941280829298101340?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/5941280829298101340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=5941280829298101340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5941280829298101340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/5941280829298101340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/judgmental.html' title='Judgmental.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-7361101837248713939</id><published>2008-11-22T13:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:39:28.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say you want a revolution,&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know,&lt;br /&gt;We'd all love to change the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co-worker said that he thinks there's going to be a revolution in America soon.  The gays are unhappy, the Wall Street tycoons are unhappy, the Catholics are unhappy, the car makers are unhappy, the Manhattan subway riders are about to be unhappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many unhappy people, things can't stay how they are.  This is a very interesting time to be living in America, and especially New York.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-7361101837248713939?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/7361101837248713939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=7361101837248713939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7361101837248713939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/7361101837248713939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/revolution.html' title='Revolution.'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874727044431169627.post-2341780738104457037</id><published>2008-11-22T13:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:17:08.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OHHHHHHHH....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"TOO much regulation?  You might be part of a group of people that could fill a phone booth that think that!"&lt;/blockquote&gt; - CNN news achor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A commentator said that TOO much regulation has killed the market, first with Bush and now Obama wants to add more.  &lt;b&gt;IS HE KIDDING?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the huge car companies should be re-managed to produce hybrids ONLY or maybe to be public transportation companies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OR&lt;/b&gt; they can close and their workers can be retrained by the government to work on Obama's new plan to make America greener and more energy efficient (I think it's going to cost $300 billion?).  Send some of that bailout money to help the workers who will be out of a job because of some greedy CEOs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8874727044431169627-2341780738104457037?l=thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/feeds/2341780738104457037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8874727044431169627&amp;postID=2341780738104457037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2341780738104457037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8874727044431169627/posts/default/2341780738104457037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirl-allison.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohhhhhhhh.html' title='OHHHHHHHH....'/><author><name>That Girl Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760570321506333562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
