<?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-5521470</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:47:27.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ominous_Non</title><subtitle type='html'>Bow Because I am The Great and Ominous NoN!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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-5521470.post-114012347428884943</id><published>2006-02-16T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:58:20.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>porblems</title><summary type='text'>You Passed the US Citizenship TestCongratulations - you got 8 out of 10 correct!Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/114012347428884943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/114012347428884943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114012347428884943' title='porblems'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-114012103512558770</id><published>2006-02-16T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:57:45.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found my major.</title><summary type='text'>You Passed the US Citizenship TestCongratulations - you got 8 out of 10 correct!Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?Your Irish Name Is...Sorcha O'ConnellWhat's" your Irish Name?Your Scholastic Strength Is EvaluatingYou are great at looking at many details and putting them all together.You are talented at detecting subtle trends, accuracy, and managing change.You should major in:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/114012103512558770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/114012103512558770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114012103512558770' title='I found my major.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-113607665000630780</id><published>2005-12-31T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T17:50:50.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Ho High Ho it's off to court we go.</title><summary type='text'>I reead an article about bloggers just being people with an need to have spotlight attention on them. I would like to get rid of some please. In the last three weeks, My schedule has been up ande down, A co-worker spilled a pot of coffee on me which in turn made me spend three hours in the urgent care, My roommate got stressed out after being married two weeks and his wife called the police. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/113607665000630780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/113607665000630780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113607665000630780' title='High Ho High Ho it&apos;s off to court we go.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-113363589942389036</id><published>2005-12-03T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T11:51:39.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Unregistration</title><summary type='text'>I applaud Mcc for there efforts to make registration more convenient and less waiting in line to see a counselor who asks the insightful question... "What do you want to major in..." Which I have answered habitually at this point I have no idea lets just get through generals. After my extended hiatus and by extended its been a few years now. All adults were right the longer you wait the harder it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/113363589942389036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/113363589942389036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113363589942389036' title='Online Unregistration'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-112990151798683300</id><published>2005-10-21T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T06:37:58.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethin' Just ain't right...</title><summary type='text'>In an effort to understand that man that I am in love with I asked the council of the new and vastly improved esteemed roommate. Apparently when men are dreading something they just can't face, they want to ignore the whole situation. Women react by trying to get closer. My boyfriend goes to jail in three days. He told me that he could ask me to wait for him because he wasn't worth it. Regardless</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112990151798683300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112990151798683300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112990151798683300' title='Somethin&apos; Just ain&apos;t right...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-112840995779747550</id><published>2005-10-04T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:12:37.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people aren't crazy Life is....</title><summary type='text'>To Recap this too has been a long month. My roomate tried to kick me out. I am moving in with a guy which my boyfriend doesn't know about. I still owe my mom money I still owe my bank money I still need to fix the transportation that isn't mine. My boyfriend was arrested at another womans house. He is currently on house arrest we find out if he is jail bound on the 17 which is when my lease is up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112840995779747550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112840995779747550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112840995779747550' title='people aren&apos;t crazy Life is....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-112691130942437484</id><published>2005-09-16T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:55:09.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ick!</title><summary type='text'>If anyone see's god before I do please tell him that our communication lines are down.Zorak Says: Damn Att&amp;t.-Ominous.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112691130942437484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112691130942437484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112691130942437484' title='Ick!'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-112494460771324853</id><published>2005-08-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:36:47.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a retired Nympho....</title><summary type='text'>When does it cross the line into just plain obsessive. Its a good thing people I don't know read my blog. In the last month I have seen the hottest guys in creation and magically they have wanted to sleep with me. On the down side I haven't wanted to sleep with them. Why? You ask Ominous have you actually stopped your play-girl ways? Well, it all started in a little restaurant called Pohi, yes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112494460771324853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112494460771324853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112494460771324853' title='Confessions of a retired Nympho....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-112492241431667604</id><published>2005-08-24T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:42:01.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah yeah...</title><summary type='text'>what you do and what you don't: uh huh.What you will and what you won't: uh huh.What you say and what you don't: uh huh.Zorak Says: Anyone else feel the urge to go buy a couch and auto insurance?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112492241431667604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112492241431667604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112492241431667604' title='Yeah yeah yeah...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-112433575605977256</id><published>2005-08-17T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:29:16.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the sorrow.</title><summary type='text'> Lets address your the issue of your love life. Love is such a whirlwind one minute you are on cloud four hundred and three the next you can't believe you fell to the ground so fast. This is all done in the blink of an eye and in front of the one person who now knows too much about you. It is such an odd system. In my love life Adame has decided that he loves me but can't be serious about our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112433575605977256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/112433575605977256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112433575605977256' title='Enjoy the sorrow.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-111956282567931237</id><published>2005-06-23T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T14:49:28.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times Of Zorak the Conqueror.</title><summary type='text'>     Born Zorak Gotzbix Tuatha Roughiff on Pluto's moon Charon, he studied at a University of Universal Law. There he did extremely well graduating at Ten. He lived under the rule of Todonidex The Screamer. A loud Plutosian without a sense of humor. Zorak began his movment at the age of 12 devoting all his time to conqueroring he began with a few minor planets at first meandering toward control </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/111956282567931237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/111956282567931237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111956282567931237' title='The Life and Times Of Zorak the Conqueror.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-111740691982420407</id><published>2005-05-29T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T15:48:39.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Fear Of The Thirty Minute Time Limit.</title><summary type='text'>       In an effort to captivate and generally entertain I have decided to talk about my beautiful Nipples. Allow me to expound I have had my nipples pierced now for about three months. At first I was tender and sore, very hard and sensitive. Just how I liked them. Now that they have healed they retain their sensitivity, they are usually semi errect and they like to be played with.   A little bit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/111740691982420407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/111740691982420407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111740691982420407' title='In Fear Of The Thirty Minute Time Limit.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-111740362678694644</id><published>2005-05-29T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T14:53:46.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Three Reasons to Love Your Local Internet Cafe.....</title><summary type='text'>1.) Your sister has your computer, the only way to feed your  high speed addiction is on the corner with a guy named "Jimmy" who can get you, your  "bean"  fix.2.) Mmmmm. Coffee.3.) "Quit jumping you overzealous idiot the clicking sound the keyboard makes is not a toy." As I was typing, what was I saying, I swear I am very focused. Where's the caffine? No bloody NO...........3.) Randomness rules </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/111740362678694644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/111740362678694644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111740362678694644' title='Top Three Reasons to Love Your Local Internet Cafe.....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-111723306012359938</id><published>2005-05-27T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T15:31:00.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have You Been,  And, That's Not Fair.</title><summary type='text'>Who comes up with Trebuchet as a name of a font anyway, because that is today's font but in large print. It sounds like something from medieval times that hurls heavy stones. Wait a medieval catapult that hurls heavy stones, that is a trebuchet. You can even buy one on e-bay.Alas, some poor person, misguidedly named this font trebuchet I really don't see anything particularly conquering about it,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/111723306012359938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/111723306012359938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111723306012359938' title='Where Have You Been,  And, That&apos;s Not Fair.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-110903388119847227</id><published>2005-02-21T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T17:58:01.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Fonts look The Same...</title><summary type='text'>My day thus far is not impressive by any exageration. I woke up to Mom,  slept through Adamai, a walked around Mr. Morales of TOWING.Of course Mom says my house is a mess and that we drink too much but I haven't drank in six months,  Adamai says I am a hotty and he wants my body but fails to consider my life; and Mr. Morales has a slight problem with clear directions. And, yet still somehow I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/110903388119847227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/110903388119847227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110903388119847227' title='All Fonts look The Same...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-110356846369418321</id><published>2004-12-20T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T11:47:43.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Reasons Not To Piss Off Your Local IHOP Waitress....</title><summary type='text'>10.) IHOP waitresses are smiling on the outside and an inferno of fiery vengence inside; If you hear the words," Oops I am sorry did I spill your coffee," it is too late run, jump, limp to your nearest exit so what there isn't a fire, if you are confronted just point and stutter.9.) IHOP Gives classes on how to mask rage.8.) The big bulky guy in the cornor booth is her boyfriend and he will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/110356846369418321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/110356846369418321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110356846369418321' title='Ten Reasons Not To Piss Off Your Local IHOP Waitress....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-110329473534887548</id><published>2004-12-17T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T07:45:35.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Just Gets Worse....</title><summary type='text'>I really must stop complaining there apparently is this trend that follows. In the latest up date to my extreme schedule my love life is getting in the way of my regular life, oh wait that is still complaining. But, no really in regular life you have got four days of work and three days "off" but I see no day of rest. The first day is taken by my only want to date kinda guy but I don't want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/110329473534887548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/110329473534887548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110329473534887548' title='It Just Gets Worse....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-109574343961401572</id><published>2004-09-20T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:10:39.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward if fear of Change.</title><summary type='text'>Tomarrow is Dj's birthday so in honor of said event hte apartment has been decorated fabulously and I made candy apples. Life sucks then you Die. -The Great cliched Ominous_NoN.Zorak the Conqueror Says: Wow talk about elaborant.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/109574343961401572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/109574343961401572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109574343961401572' title='Onward if fear of Change.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-109412559763034296</id><published>2004-09-02T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T04:46:37.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering Wal-Mart in Search of Something Good.</title><summary type='text'>The most depressing news of late is that I make like no money. Yeah below minimum wage even Yesterday I made 40 dollars and tonight 35. The weekends aren't even paying off, and I am sorry but my manager is a bastard, yes a bastard. (refresher: I work as a waitress oh sorry pc a server.) Though it is probably good news for most but, the bars closing at 2 am here in glorious AZ, is a bad thing for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/109412559763034296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/109412559763034296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109412559763034296' title='Wandering Wal-Mart in Search of Something Good.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-109153068914171746</id><published>2004-08-03T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T03:58:09.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ur a Hottie.</title><summary type='text'>Have you noticed how very many people hit on their waitresses.  Maybe it was just because I was wearing my necklass that said f-r-e-a-k on it.  Since "George" is out of the picture I now must think of another psudonym, I think I will use Tattoo.  If you are industrious you can go and look up which name starting with a "S" means Tattoo. Because I want to give the answer away. Back on point, Tattoo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/109153068914171746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/109153068914171746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109153068914171746' title='Ur a Hottie.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-109054420388727680</id><published>2004-07-22T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T17:56:43.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah yeah....</title><summary type='text'>So yeah as always I am starting out by apologizing for not blogging in such along time. I still do not have the internet at my house in fact in a horribly tragic accident my monitor fell down the stairs. So I am drinking coffee at an internet cafe and blogging, what's a loyal blogger to do. Oh well, I promise some time soon you will get a lengthly worth while blog of great worth until then, The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/109054420388727680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/109054420388727680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109054420388727680' title='Yeah yeah yeah....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-108659041921303874</id><published>2004-06-06T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T23:40:58.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slutty-Whore be gone. </title><summary type='text'>Hm. Sounds like an info-mercial. Slutty-Whore begone the only way to rid yourself of those pesky free protitutes. WTF. Right, so on with the point. For a really long time I felt like the slutty whore I sometimes act like but now that I feel better, I noticed I am getting more offended. Whatever. Boys I don't think I like them much. Despite the best efforts of many women to raise boys into men </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108659041921303874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108659041921303874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108659041921303874' title='Slutty-Whore be gone. '/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-108599855611367614</id><published>2004-05-31T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T03:15:56.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmm.........still surfing.......so much for resolve.</title><summary type='text'>the Great and Ominous NON wasa Feared Police Officerin a past life.Discover your past lives @ Quiz MeWTF, maybe thats why I avoid authority.Zorak the Conqueror Says: I am sure the have a twelve step programe for online quiz takers, repeat after me,"My name is Ominous_Non it has been zero days since I have taken an online quiz."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108599855611367614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108599855611367614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108599855611367614' title='Hmmmmmm.........still surfing.......so much for resolve.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-108599736998272332</id><published>2004-05-31T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T02:56:09.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterthoughts...</title><summary type='text'>The thing about blog is you can't rip out the pages and burn them.Blah F. LoddieHead Lawn Gnome Gilbert, Az. branch54687985411657654Ominous_Non Hopes to blog again next week however slim the chance, but makes no garantees she is sorry. Thank You for reading. Ominous PR staff.Zorak the Conqueror Says: "The world is full of stupid people." PR= Public Relations.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108599736998272332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108599736998272332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108599736998272332' title='Afterthoughts...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-108599618904688800</id><published>2004-05-31T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T02:39:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward with the random typing...</title><summary type='text'>Blog is probably the easiest way into someone's head. The real question is other than myself who wants to be in here. Lately that's a big no-one yeah you should all feel guilty I have see how slowly the site-meter is going up, then again it could just be the lack of blog fodder (to quote a fellow weblogger). The last two months my blogs have taken what a whole two lines, so once again I apologize</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108599618904688800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108599618904688800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108599618904688800' title='Onward with the random typing...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-108564365735332186</id><published>2004-05-27T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T00:40:57.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love to tell you about my move but I still don't have the internet, and they seem like mundane details.</title><summary type='text'>So To the point, who invented dating and why it it so complicated. Is it okay to call him when I was the last one to call. What is spending too much time together, and do I have to hang out with his friends?-Ominous_NonCompletely confused.Zorak the conqueror says: DO what you feel.To Zorak: Thanks Thats really helpfull.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108564365735332186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108564365735332186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108564365735332186' title='Love to tell you about my move but I still don&apos;t have the internet, and they seem like mundane details.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-108478176238032725</id><published>2004-05-17T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T01:16:02.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved Completely.</title><summary type='text'>Well, I have completely moved, however I do not have the internet sooooooo, I am still at a blogging hyatus.The Great And Ominous_Non, Who misses her blog.Blah F LoddieHead Lawn GnomeGilbert, Az. Branch"Happy Birthday Nick at Night."Zorak the conquorer says: Ditto. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108478176238032725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108478176238032725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108478176238032725' title='Moved Completely.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-108306248991256785</id><published>2004-04-27T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T03:44:33.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.....The Guilt I feel is unequivicable.</title><summary type='text'>Sorry I have not blogged I shall probably blog a lot less frequently as I am in the process of moving. And No Zorak is not on the council he is just my alter ego. He plays devil advocate.Sorry, The Great and Ominous_Non.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108306248991256785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108306248991256785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108306248991256785' title='Sorry.....The Guilt I feel is unequivicable.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-108123913035847264</id><published>2004-04-06T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T01:17:09.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Blog...</title><summary type='text'>My friend and blog mistress of Electric Chicklet told me in a phone conversation that sometimes you blog regularly and other times you put it off for a month. I have noticed that it is completely true, apparently this week, is a bloggerific week. Though as usual I really have nothing to say. I just need to blog. So behold the power of BLOG. My frequent yet sometimes infrequent blogging habits </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108123913035847264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108123913035847264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108123913035847264' title='The Power of Blog...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-108115642024425043</id><published>2004-04-05T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T02:16:22.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zorak the Conqueror Says: Do you always have to blog about yourself?</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that some people decide to start conversations about inappropriate things for certain places. Like why would you start talking about something only to have to shut up every five minutes when someone walks into the room. I just don't understand. Not only does it make the conversers uncomfortable but everyone who happens to notice. Another irritating human characteristic I have wittnessed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108115642024425043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108115642024425043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108115642024425043' title='Zorak the Conqueror Says: Do you always have to blog about yourself?'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-108097729993821419</id><published>2004-04-03T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T00:30:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have almost reached Tomarrow.....</title><summary type='text'>Or perhaps I should just call this blog Reflections on My Sex Life and Other Things That Are Unfair.Have you ever noticed that there is no gracefull way to complain about your sex life. So I am not even going to attempt it. As the serious procrastinator I am I usually don't make a decision until it is made for me. I had to compromise with myself. You see in my head there is me and then there is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108097729993821419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/108097729993821419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108097729993821419' title='I have almost reached Tomarrow.....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107993847537557956</id><published>2004-03-21T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:57:02.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of the Stuff Blogs are Made Of....</title><summary type='text'>You are the chinese element of Water.  People whoare under the element of Water are creative,independent and intelligent.  Water you are adreamer, but are quite vulnerable, and havehidden agendas.  The color of water is black,and your symbol is the tortoise.  Winter is theseason in which Water shines and it's monthsare October/November.  Your weather conditionis cold.  Water is the direction of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107993847537557956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107993847537557956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993847537557956' title='In Search of the Stuff Blogs are Made Of....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107948616673543016</id><published>2004-03-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T18:18:29.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patricks Day This Way Comes.....</title><summary type='text'>Tomarrow is St. Patty's Day. I shall start the day off with green eggs, and green water, I'll wear a green skirt, and wear green honest to goodness stockings. As the day commences I shall return home, and change clothes because lets be relistic, there's celebrating and being fanatical. After the changing of the clothes I shall go to the pool hall. The only real change from last year is that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107948616673543016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107948616673543016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107948616673543016' title='St. Patricks Day This Way Comes.....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107889916695554028</id><published>2004-03-09T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T23:39:07.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lip Service and Forewarnings.</title><summary type='text'>Have you noticed how often women have a severe Cinderella Complex. Actually I guess that is an unfair generalization, I have met some guys who talk about falling in love all the time, but I must admit I don't want to hear about it. Things That Make Me Tread Warily.      "I Love You" too often-Makes me ask who you are trying to convice Me or yourself.     " You Have pretty Eyes"- Usually said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107889916695554028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107889916695554028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889916695554028' title='Lip Service and Forewarnings.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107856586199236059</id><published>2004-03-06T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T02:39:53.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On to the Next Life.</title><summary type='text'>Lately the issue of religon has been coming up in my life a lot. Blogs, the hopeful conversion in the house. The re-indoctrination of myslef. And so on. It has been abundantly clear to me that I stay away from these things and keep my beliefs generally to myself. So obviously, I decide Blogland wants to hear about it. Here it Goes.I believe in the existance of my soul, sub-concious whatever you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107856586199236059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107856586199236059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107856586199236059' title='On to the Next Life.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107845934336517761</id><published>2004-03-04T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T21:22:19.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When All Else Fails Talk About The Weather.</title><summary type='text'>I don't know how you put up with me and my sparse blogging but I am glad you do. Lets see what new with NoN. I am sore like all over. The PT (personal trainer) is kickin' my ass. She decided I needed a harder work out. *mutters. So today I did an hour of toning and water aerobics after which she told me I could have a brief reprieve and come back at five to "jog" on the elliptical machine for an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107845934336517761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107845934336517761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845934336517761' title='When All Else Fails Talk About The Weather.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107810750130753309</id><published>2004-02-29T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:20:27.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helllllllllo, Can Anyone Hear ME!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever noticed how opinionated peope are? I feel like all day I have been listening to people tell me their opinion and not even giving me the chance to respond. Hello, if you want validation go talk to a  mirror I do not exist to tell you, your right. About stupid things and about serious things. Ominous_Non join me in my sect we will laugh at the infidels. Let us allienate thoughs who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107810750130753309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107810750130753309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107810750130753309' title='Helllllllllo, Can Anyone Hear ME!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107764105106255135</id><published>2004-02-24T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T09:46:11.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More E-mail I don't want anymore!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>1.  FULL GIVEN NAME? **Non  ******* *******2.  CURRENT LIVING ARRANGEMENT? Mammilian humanoid body.3.  what BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Wisdom and Invention of the Ancients. 4.  WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?  Don't use one.5.  FAVORITE BOARD GAME?   Chess.6.  FAVORITE MAGAZINE(s)? Don't have one really. 7.  FAVORITE SMELL(S)? Roses, Carnations, a garden after it rains. and My perfume (Very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107764105106255135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107764105106255135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764105106255135' title='More E-mail I don&apos;t want anymore!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107757120814998843</id><published>2004-02-23T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:23:27.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework.</title><summary type='text'>Right so, I am a loan officer. I do mortgages. I have a meeting with an awesome realitor, and I really hope he picks me to be his primary loan contact. So here's everyones Homework: Please Please pray to the powers that be so that I can get this contact. Even if you don;t have a specific religon just send your thoughts out into the universe.  All right enough of that, does anyone know what to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107757120814998843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107757120814998843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757120814998843' title='Homework.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107723609733990437</id><published>2004-02-19T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T17:23:20.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that bother Me.</title><summary type='text'>Right so this is the last thing you want to hear about but, mortgage is a part of life. Unless you have 200k lying about collecting dust. Even then you may want a 500,000 dollar house. Here is an example of the thing that really ticks me off. George and Martha want to buy a house, so they go to a realator and the guy says we'll give you X amount for going through us, George who handles all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107723609733990437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107723609733990437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723609733990437' title='Things that bother Me.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107714963691010127</id><published>2004-02-18T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T17:20:54.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who IS 100,100. Look at the counter. Please I need To know. It is detrimental to me.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107714963691010127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107714963691010127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107714963691010127' title='Who IS 100,100. Look at the counter. Please I need To know. It is detrimental to me.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107697529157220723</id><published>2004-02-16T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T16:50:04.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I do when I need a blog without much thought.</title><summary type='text'>As if you were born into a world of tears, youalways tend to look at the darker things inlife. Inside you crave attention yet push awaysociety, and you're a hopeless romantic. Drawnto things like the occult and mysteries, youspend your time daydreaming. What Type of Soul Do You Have ? brought to you by QuizillaSorrowful, huh. Thats original. I bet it is because my favorite color is black. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107697529157220723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107697529157220723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107697529157220723' title='This is what I do when I need a blog without much thought.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107687042781149305</id><published>2004-02-15T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T11:42:19.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I Got the Point.</title><summary type='text'>I hate blogging when I don't have anything to say because you can hear it, my free writing blogs are not the best. In answer to the question about where I have been, I don't know. I Do Know that someone has repeatedly made the mistake of leaving a number of books, I had not read lying about the house. It is an unwritten rule that said happening should be avoided. Because of this I spent many a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107687042781149305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107687042781149305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107687042781149305' title='Okay, I Got the Point.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107615596999135898</id><published>2004-02-07T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T05:14:33.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back..........Now Sleeping.......</title><summary type='text'>right in the last three days I have driven a total of 25 hours. The first 10 hour incriment I drove after being up all day, the second  I took a nap for about a half hour then drove all night again and it is currently 5am I just got home and am now going to beddy bye. My oppinion of dvds in carshas changed. Currently I like them a lot.Good Night Morning whatever. NoN.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107615596999135898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107615596999135898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107615596999135898' title='Back..........Now Sleeping.......'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107593162134750046</id><published>2004-02-04T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T14:55:22.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erie.......Like the street I live on.......</title><summary type='text'>You're Most Like The Season Winter ...You're often depicted as the cold, distant season.But you're incredibly intelligent, mature andIndependant. You have an air of power aroundyou - and that can sometimes scare people off.You're complex, and get hurt easily - so yourarely let people in if you can help it. Youcan be somewhat of a loner, but just as easilyyou could be the leader of many. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107593162134750046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107593162134750046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593162134750046' title='Erie.......Like the street I live on.......'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107593126313240062</id><published>2004-02-04T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T14:49:23.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo! Mail - sleepy2435@yahoo.com</title><summary type='text'> "Just read the sentence straight through without really thinking about it.  Acocdrnig to an elgnsih unviesitry sutdy the oredr of letetrs in a wrod dosen't mttaer, the olny thnig thta's iopmrantt is that the frsit and lsat ltteer of eevry word is in the crcreot ptoision. The rset can be jmbueld and one is stlil able to raed the txet wiohtut dclftfuiiy "I have gotten this email now from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107593126313240062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107593126313240062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593126313240062' title='Yahoo! Mail - sleepy2435@yahoo.com'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107569308459842866</id><published>2004-02-01T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T20:39:42.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Encounters With Productivity.</title><summary type='text'>If I have to choose between working on my car or painting the house, I choose the car. Hate to admit this as I am female, but I really can't tell the difference between coffee bean and Haze it is all tan to me. With painting you get all spotted with in this case little brown specs, with the car you get to be covered in grease. I choose grease. On a tangent when I was little and The Father tried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107569308459842866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107569308459842866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107569308459842866' title='Random Encounters With Productivity.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107515043879513638</id><published>2004-01-26T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T13:55:31.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence....</title><summary type='text'>I have noticed that i don't like it. I am deffinatley one of those poeple who fill silence with inane chatter. And, it must be chatter. Music doesn't cut it. Especially in cars, I will turn down the music, just to fill silence with my chatter. I hope I am not the only one. But fear I am annoying. As always I cannnot spell.Ominous_nonZorak the Conqueror says; at least she spelled my name right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107515043879513638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107515043879513638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107515043879513638' title='Silence....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107449758637816487</id><published>2004-01-19T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T00:34:30.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from The Journal.</title><summary type='text'>I feel as if I have nothing left. I am tired but not sleepy. I cry in darkened movie theaters, I cry for no reason actually. I must do a pretty good job of hiding that I am hurt because those around me do not seem  to notice. I don't think I can be loved. I know the truth about me, and those who know a fraction cannot love me. Therefore I cannot be loved. I once again feel invisible. There is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107449758637816487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107449758637816487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107449758637816487' title='Excerpt from The Journal.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107437704692924349</id><published>2004-01-17T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T15:05:30.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ominous_Non</title><summary type='text'>I have come to realize how absolutly boring I am. On this fine Saturday, I spent the morning wrapping egg rolls with The Fam. You'd think being the 19 yr. old that I am I would have been at the mall or some such nonsence. r maybe just reaking havok among old people giving them cause to curse about youths. But, oh no, not I. I hung out with my lovable, hugable family. Weird. And, I am once again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107437704692924349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107437704692924349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107437704692924349' title='Ominous_Non'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107388342033516200</id><published>2004-01-11T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T22:00:37.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Other Unrelated News, The Truth About Why I Blog.</title><summary type='text'>1.)To feed my ego.2.)To admit things to myself I normally wouldn't.3.)Because I Love to write.4.)To say things I otherwise wouldn't or couldn't say. At first blogging wasn't actually to feed my ego but to express myself, where other people could read it. Yes, this group of people may actually be bloggers themselves, but it is no different really than a group of friends. And, every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107388342033516200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107388342033516200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107388342033516200' title='In Other Unrelated News, The Truth About Why I Blog.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107371649122452685</id><published>2004-01-09T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T23:36:06.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids....</title><summary type='text'>I've decided I like them, despite the times they generally drive me crazy. Especially really small ones, who say funny things like "hampper" for hamster and "feh-ret" for ferret. And ask for milk in "cuppies". I have decided this likeing for children is all part of admitting that I am pathetically female. Man, I need to go work on a car.  Maybe I am just "nesting" as The Father says. Nesting is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107371649122452685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107371649122452685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107371649122452685' title='Kids....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107328453763713811</id><published>2004-01-04T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T01:33:11.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the family drama....</title><summary type='text'>edited.....Zorak the Conquerer says: Tune in Tomarrow for the conclusion of "As Ominous Turns."  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107328453763713811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107328453763713811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107328453763713811' title='More of the family drama....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107310994290791178</id><published>2004-01-02T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T23:07:59.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetically Female....</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I am admitting to being pathetically female. I know, this means taking on all the little idiosychrasies pericular to our sex. I don't like it. I really hate admitting it. I would like to think that I am above these trite little peculiarities. However, I have come to find out that I am not. (I hope this dosen't mean that enlightenment is that much farther away.) Seems that I, like every other</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107310994290791178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107310994290791178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107310994290791178' title='Pathetically Female....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107291153785405164</id><published>2003-12-31T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T16:00:04.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration....</title><summary type='text'>I have encountered one of those people who are so extreamly unattainabley unpredictable that I am now officially angered I don't know what to expect my perfect little world is no longer so and I will now forgo grammer in my irritation.Zorak The Conquerer Says: Just A Little Clue Would HELP!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107291153785405164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107291153785405164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107291153785405164' title='Frustration....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107241378410547451</id><published>2003-12-25T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T21:46:20.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Candlemas To All And To All A Good Night...</title><summary type='text'> MERRY Candlemas. As you al well know today was Christmas Day and I hope yours was as wonderful as mine. Despite The Father telling me that he was going to get me a pool cue, he did and it is beautiful and all my own. Yippy Skippy. And, with that Good Night.-The Great and Ominous Non.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107241378410547451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107241378410547451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107241378410547451' title='Merry Candlemas To All And To All A Good Night...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107156090309792005</id><published>2003-12-16T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T01:21:25.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah and So On...</title><summary type='text'>You know that you use a nickname too much when you start signing presents that way. To: Grandma. From: The Great and Ominous Non. But what is so much more irritating is when people give you a nickname that isn't yours. The reason you have your nickname is so that you have some say in what you are called it is totally the name you pick. Even if you have friends who call you Stinky or something, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107156090309792005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107156090309792005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107156090309792005' title='Yeah and So On...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107121336387608727</id><published>2003-12-12T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:18:19.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a reminder.</title><summary type='text'>I have once again begun updating, Ominous Non's Story TimeandOminous Non Fortune telling GypsieNot that I ever really stopped I just noticed there weren't any comments anymore. Or maybe your just trying to tell me they are boring. Either way check them out. Both are accessable via the links to the right on the bottom.Ominous.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107121336387608727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107121336387608727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107121336387608727' title='Just a reminder.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107121205798779311</id><published>2003-12-11T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T23:55:04.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fessing Up.</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had that feeling, where you know its The Truth but you son't want to admitt it to yourself? So, you tell other people about what it is your feeling so that they will tell you how to get out of Limbo. I am encountering that now. But I can't tell you because if I told you I would be admitting it and I am not ready for that yet. On a tangent, I was told today that I inherited my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107121205798779311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107121205798779311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107121205798779311' title='Fessing Up.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107056757894658349</id><published>2003-12-04T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T12:53:38.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Your Immune System! Can We Trade??????</title><summary type='text'>Yes, thats right once again I am sick. No my throat doesn't hurt, I don't have a cough, my adennoids aren't swollen. Well, I really am not sure that I have an ear infection exept that my ear is plugged and I can't hear out of it, not to mention the fever thing. Yes, I did try tilting my head to one side and cleaning it, I also tried yawning yes. I feel the obvious answer is a trade. See I figure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107056757894658349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107056757894658349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107056757894658349' title='I Like Your Immune System! Can We Trade??????'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107030706145161339</id><published>2003-12-01T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:31:38.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Being a Girl Sucks...</title><summary type='text'>Still trying to finish my car. I am not strong enough to brake a bolt loose and it is now officially driving me crazy. See if I were like a little guy type person I would totally have upper body strength and it would totally be easy. But alas I am a girl with none. I wish I could use my toes as hands as I have alot more strength in my legs it wouldn't be an issue then either. So maybe being a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107030706145161339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107030706145161339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107030706145161339' title='Sometimes Being a Girl Sucks...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107024613894689395</id><published>2003-11-30T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T19:36:14.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest In Auto-Repair.</title><summary type='text'>So I need to replace my fuel pump, following my normal routine I went to autozone, and got in the zone. By the way you know you spend too much time in the garage when the autozone people and yourself are on a first name basis. Anyhow I crawled under the car after jacking it up. and encountered the most complications I have ever encountered in my life. First a bracket didn't want to come off so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107024613894689395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107024613894689395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107024613894689395' title='The Latest In Auto-Repair.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-107013914699491302</id><published>2003-11-29T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T13:53:02.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Three Things That Irritate Me....</title><summary type='text'>1.) Family Functions.2.)repeated obnoxious noises.3.)Little Kids Seeking Attention.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107013914699491302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/107013914699491302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107013914699491302' title='Top Three Things That Irritate Me....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106997740969476839</id><published>2003-11-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T16:57:22.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!!!Everyone!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I maintain that I would rather trade these hollidays for more Halloweens but as is I guess it is alright. Since my parents are divorced I am currently in between dinners, so I thought I would just drop a line, and say;                                 Happy ThanksgivingWith that done I hope you are all having a wonderful holliday, and for those of you who don't live in the USA pig out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106997740969476839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106997740969476839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106997740969476839' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!!!Everyone!!!!'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106975269286737555</id><published>2003-11-25T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T02:32:03.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh....</title><summary type='text'>......nevermind. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106975269286737555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106975269286737555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106975269286737555' title='Oh....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106938861301572303</id><published>2003-11-20T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:41:09.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reincarnation....</title><summary type='text'>         I have been reading a book about how past lives effect daily living. Like, if you have a phobia that was not caused in this life and you don't know where it comes from it may be caused by an incomplete death type thing. Here's the really interesting part. I read all the time, if I am not reading anything I will find the nearest mass of printed words, recently it was about the caves of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106938861301572303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106938861301572303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106938861301572303' title='Reincarnation....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106927982544311809</id><published>2003-11-19T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T15:10:50.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird News.</title><summary type='text'>Okay, last week it was "Mom finds out about blog." This week it is "How not to get fired because of Blog."I predict next week is going to be "Living with a blogger: How to cope." Thats all discuss.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106927982544311809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106927982544311809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106927982544311809' title='Weird News.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106905651305099743</id><published>2003-11-17T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T01:08:55.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>***********500************</title><summary type='text'>If you are the 500th person to visit my site leave a comment.!!!!!!Please!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106905651305099743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106905651305099743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106905651305099743' title='***********500************'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106903795630963542</id><published>2003-11-16T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T19:59:37.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Out of My Mind.</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I am bored out of my mind. I am also listening to depressing music which is most likely not helping me. I think I am going to go to my dads house and make him play pool with me otherwise I fear I shall enter an endless cavern of saddness that I will be unable to claw myself out of. Uck, I am starting to sound like a poorly written novel that ends with the death of the main character. Oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106903795630963542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106903795630963542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903795630963542' title='Bored Out of My Mind.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106893021096388260</id><published>2003-11-15T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T09:58:29.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><summary type='text'>It seems that lately I have been encountering a lot about music so here is a list of the things I lisented to this week....Young BloodzChingyWeezerPapa RoachMarilyn MansonLudacris50 Cent4 Non BlondesFugeesFlogging MollyPetey PaubloSnoopICPMary J. BligeSean Paul( arabic/rap singer guy.) Unprunouncible most deffinatley un-spellable.(2 Pac- involutarilly)MetallicaObie Trice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106893021096388260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106893021096388260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106893021096388260' title='Music'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106869439522323901</id><published>2003-11-12T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T20:33:12.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid, Non Kicks are for Trids.</title><summary type='text'>Stupid, Stupid , Stupid. My dad was telling me about Christmas shopping and I stupidly asked "wacha gonna get me," it is a question I asked when I was little all the time. In my adult life I have come to term this as hating surprises. Anyhow, instead of answering a rock as usual he actually told me. A pool cue he said. Anyhow, it is something I really want and if it were a gift it would have been</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106869439522323901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106869439522323901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869439522323901' title='Stupid, Non Kicks are for Trids.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106860425288104671</id><published>2003-11-11T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T19:30:50.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog About Love.</title><summary type='text'>Love is Like Mold after awhile it grows on you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106860425288104671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106860425288104671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106860425288104671' title='A Blog About Love.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106818282208917285</id><published>2003-11-06T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:27:00.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Three Things To Do By Yourself:</title><summary type='text'>1.) Read.2.) Take a long bath.3.) Wash your underware.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106818282208917285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106818282208917285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818282208917285' title='Top Three Things To Do By Yourself:'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106748610010259811</id><published>2003-10-29T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T20:54:55.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I sometimes blog to find out what the date is......</title><summary type='text'>Absolutly nothing of interest happened today; which is good because I am a firm believer in no news being good news. I had  to go through this seemingly endless process to get into Collins College. I mean it took forever; I filled out all the paper work, even though I hadn't taken my second interview, then after I did go to the interview I decided not to attend; today they sent the acceptance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106748610010259811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106748610010259811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106748610010259811' title='I sometimes blog to find out what the date is......'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106731711619031501</id><published>2003-10-27T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T21:58:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zorak Says So.....</title><summary type='text'>I have noticed lately that Zorak the Conquerer has been neglected. For this I am sorry. So to remedy the situation I am allowing Zorak to write his own blog entry.-Ominous Non.From the mind of Zorak the Conquerer.Ahem, attention everyone. I Zorak the Conquerer have something of the uttmost importance to say. It may come as bad news to some, to others it may possibly be good news. If you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106731711619031501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106731711619031501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106731711619031501' title='Zorak Says So.....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106722529752168427</id><published>2003-10-26T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T20:28:16.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Yeah.....</title><summary type='text'>Ever notice how many of my blog start with so yeah? I have stopped blogging as much as I used to this either means I have gotten a life or I have just gotten impossibly more lazy. Today the real topic of this blog is going to be loyalty and trust along with a few spots of ethics in between. (It is so odd to have something legit. to write about.) First I will define loyalty, trust and ethics, with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106722529752168427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106722529752168427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106722529752168427' title='So Yeah.....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106634369774783047</id><published>2003-10-16T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T15:34:57.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HElp! I Am Somewhere Where I Don't Know Where I Am.</title><summary type='text'>My mom went to Tucson for three days. The day after she left I decided to do all the laundry and discovered that the washer is broken. I haven't seen my dad in like forever. I hope to get to his house soon. I don't feel like I have anytime. Which is weird because I am not doing anything real important. I developed a cough, again. My sister is sick. I am wearing a towel. My hair is oily.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106634369774783047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106634369774783047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106634369774783047' title='HElp! I Am Somewhere Where I Don&apos;t Know Where I Am.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106548281463307108</id><published>2003-10-06T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T16:26:54.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!! Look At That!!!!</title><summary type='text'>This is an exclamation because of my absolutly horendous grammer, what kind of writter am I? For the record my sucidal Tendancies aren't a passing mood I have had them for a loooooooooooooooooooooong time. Please don't think I will do anything about them. As for my family it gets worse. On the up side, Zorak and I are glad to have finally once again gotten comments from Quest and Donna. Thank </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106548281463307108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106548281463307108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106548281463307108' title='WOW!!! Look At That!!!!'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106537758760876599</id><published>2003-10-05T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T11:13:07.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Violated...</title><summary type='text'>My Grandfather died. I didn't cry at the funeral or the burial. I infact only cried when I went to see him at the hospice. Anyhow, the rest of my family is taking it pretty hard. They are are clinging to eachother for emotional support, I don't want to cling. My family didn't love me when my grandfather was alive and in four months when the shock wears off no one will want to see me again. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106537758760876599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106537758760876599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106537758760876599' title='I Feel Violated...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106512739724758275</id><published>2003-10-02T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T13:43:16.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just real quick...</title><summary type='text'>Went to funeral for my grandfather. Will be going to Farmington New MExico in a hour so needless to say, my very avid readers you may have to wait awhile longer. I promise that when all this shit calms down I totally will blog more avidly. Thank You for your patients doctors. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106512739724758275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106512739724758275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106512739724758275' title='Just real quick...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106462466794701520</id><published>2003-09-26T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T18:04:28.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not be blogging for a while.....</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106462466794701520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106462466794701520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106462466794701520' title='I will not be blogging for a while.....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106453301646403532</id><published>2003-09-25T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T16:36:56.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Three things that make me gag...</title><summary type='text'>1.) fish guts.2.) Finding out food has gone bad.3.) Old boots worn by really sweaty guys.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106453301646403532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106453301646403532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106453301646403532' title='Top Three things that make me gag...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106453262326772543</id><published>2003-09-25T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T16:30:22.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to a Grandfather...</title><summary type='text'>My Grandfather knows how to do just about everything. My Grandfather keeps everything.My Grandfather was in the millitary.My Grandfather wrote poetry.My Grandfather had seven children, five boys and two girls.My Grandfather has twenty one grandchildren and two great grandchildren.My grandfather allowed us to mess up his entire house, pour water on his head and then comb his hair in odd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106453262326772543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106453262326772543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106453262326772543' title='Tribute to a Grandfather...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106428975949747052</id><published>2003-09-22T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T21:02:39.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digustingly Good.</title><summary type='text'>I am in an absolutly fabulously discustingly good mood. I have ostrisized myself from everyone because they are absolutly revolted by my good cheer. If I were a christmas carol no one would sing me because I'd be entirly too happy. If I were punk music I would be scaw. If I were played on the radio I would over shadow both Christina Aguilara's first hit and Brittany Speares. People who are in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106428975949747052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106428975949747052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106428975949747052' title='Digustingly Good.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106407550191778006</id><published>2003-09-20T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T09:31:41.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Fact..</title><summary type='text'>Okay so as of today this morning right now I am officially fever free. After four days of having a fever. My cousin insists on my telling you she is going to get me cough drops. Yeah think she is sypathetic do you well, let me tell you two days I had a fever. She came home in the middle of the night and then she said I am too tired to move my car will you do it for me. MEanie head.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106407550191778006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106407550191778006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106407550191778006' title='After the Fact..'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106392355760875760</id><published>2003-09-18T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T10:58:28.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired....</title><summary type='text'>I am so sick and tired of........ coughing.......... sneezing........ "throwing up"...... having a fever.....  being tired...... sleeping all day..... barely being able to lift my head...... coughing some more........ always wanting another blanket...... coughing some more....... I am just plain sick and tired.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106392355760875760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106392355760875760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106392355760875760' title='Sick and Tired....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106364042468479794</id><published>2003-09-15T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T08:40:24.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Men.</title><summary type='text'>My Cousin has this little dude. Her "little dude" is now angry with her for leaning against another dude? What should she do as her little dude isn't really hers nor is she really his?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106364042468479794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106364042468479794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106364042468479794' title='Stupid Men.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106349116427315217</id><published>2003-09-13T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T15:12:44.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Attraction.</title><summary type='text'>Apparently I totally have this strange attraction to involoved guys. Met new guy, was attracted to new guy days later, find out he has a chick. I am hoping that means he raises chickens. Outlook is grim. Anyhow, played pool last night until the wee hours of the morning. Mom, was right I was out all night. I hate it when she's right. Now, she's gonna rub it in. So I am going to run away and hide.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106349116427315217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106349116427315217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106349116427315217' title='Fatal Attraction.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106341738543789444</id><published>2003-09-12T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T18:43:05.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Woods.......</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106341738543789444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106341738543789444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106341738543789444' title='In The Woods.......'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106325578072406500</id><published>2003-09-10T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T21:49:40.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Today.</title><summary type='text'>Today I changed the brakes on my mothers car and I must say it was an adventure. The little thing wouldn't depress we had to change the rotor too and it wouldn't go on right and the bracing for the brake pads wouldn't depress either. then some man who is much stronger than I put a bolt on too tight and it would break and on and on and on. All in all I ended up really grimey without much to show </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106325578072406500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106325578072406500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106325578072406500' title='So Today.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106308456049322380</id><published>2003-09-08T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T22:20:27.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it OUt.</title><summary type='text'>Well Amanda finally got her own blog. Its http://MegalomaniacAmanda.blogspot.com or you can click the side bar. If you want to know the definition of Magalomaniac. Click comments.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106308456049322380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106308456049322380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106308456049322380' title='Check it OUt.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106308418092780772</id><published>2003-09-08T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T22:09:40.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A View From North Pheonix.</title><summary type='text'>So Today I went to North Pheonix not to be confused with ghetto South Pheonix. North Pheonix is right next to Scottsdale so it is alright still. South Pheonix as I said is Ghetto. I live in Gilbert almost hicksville., So this whole went to North Pheonix thing was like a 45 minute trip in rush hour traffic thats right rush hour. It took for freakin' ever. We got there and we went to GArcia's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106308418092780772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106308418092780772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106308418092780772' title='A View From North Pheonix.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106260457333190482</id><published>2003-09-03T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T08:56:13.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Balls</title><summary type='text'>I cannot play monkey balls. I cannot get throught the 13th level of the game and it is driving me nuts. I am becoming obbsessive. I am begining to talk about the game in random social settings. I was already demented now I am becoming supremely demented. Must play game, must play game. Nooooooooo. Okay, well, maybe. Sure, yes I will play the game.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106260457333190482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106260457333190482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106260457333190482' title='Monkey Balls'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106247130603582179</id><published>2003-09-01T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T19:55:05.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So back from Lupton, Az.</title><summary type='text'>I spent the weekend in Lupton, Az. It was cold. Alright well in reality it was only, like 78 degree's but that is cold to me. Here at home on this lovely clouded day it was, 108. So you know those thirty something degree's meant a lot to me. I played video games, got a hicky, played rummy, watched movies, did inventory and hung out with friends. In secret it was to get away from George.  So I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106247130603582179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106247130603582179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247130603582179' title='So back from Lupton, Az.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106234726843012320</id><published>2003-08-31T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T09:27:48.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Not Be Blogging.</title><summary type='text'>I am at Alicia's house and will not be blogging. But I will totally catch up when I get home.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106234726843012320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106234726843012320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106234726843012320' title='I Will Not Be Blogging.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106205275080124732</id><published>2003-08-27T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T23:39:10.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Get It.</title><summary type='text'>Somehow I can write five pages in my journal but when I go to blog I have nothing to say. I just don't get it. Well anyhow I will just give you information you don't care about. I am meeting my "step-mother" for lunch tomarrow. I just love her, though to be honest it took me six years to want a relationship with her. It was nothing personal against her, just that I wasn't ready. I hate how t.v. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106205275080124732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106205275080124732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106205275080124732' title='I Don&apos;t Get It.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106196538438641988</id><published>2003-08-26T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T23:23:04.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's A what-'s It?</title><summary type='text'>i have been really busy. My cousin moved in with me, My mother went through a small crisis, I went through a small crisis. All in all I haven't gotten to spend all the time I would have liked to spend on-line so, I am sorry for te sloppy updates. Suddenly, however, I have the intense desire to go somewhere. I am still greeving the loss of my orb(for more info visit Ominous Non's Story Time on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106196538438641988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106196538438641988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106196538438641988' title='Who&apos;s A what-&apos;s It?'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106184115084668001</id><published>2003-08-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T12:52:31.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Things That I Find Gross....</title><summary type='text'>5. Jello between my toes.4. People who Feel the Urge To make me, Femininly squek in digust when they lick my hands.3. Muselage.2. The reproductive habits of flys.1. Fish guts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106184115084668001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106184115084668001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106184115084668001' title='Five Things That I Find Gross....'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106168990297850803</id><published>2003-08-23T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T18:51:42.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfasting I Go...</title><summary type='text'>So, I went to breakfast this morning and I ate the flesh of beasts. Very tasty beasts that died meerly for my breakfasting enjoyment.  I have joined P.I.T.A People for the ingesting of tasty animals. I think that pigs are the tastiest of all animals just think. Bacon, Ham, Ham steak, and sausage, these are definately a few of my favorite things. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106168990297850803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106168990297850803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106168990297850803' title='Breakfasting I Go...'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521470.post-106153157296489738</id><published>2003-08-21T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T22:52:53.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Not Have Any Morals But, My Ethics Are Commendable.</title><summary type='text'>Dr. Phil says you teach people how to treat you. When I first meet people I think I teach them to treat me as the moraless person that I am. However, I do come from a place where I take people for who they are, and not who I desire them to be, unlike my mother who meets people and changes their name because she doesn't like it. (We are complete opposites, but back tot he point.) So I maintain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106153157296489738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521470/posts/default/106153157296489738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ominousnon.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106153157296489738' title='I May Not Have Any Morals But, My Ethics Are Commendable.'/><author><name>Ominous_Non</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10714800912901499941</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></entry></feed>
