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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2005 04:40:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I suck!</title>
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  <description>wow I suck.  I haven&apos;t updated this in a buttload long time.  Yes, I said butt.  Anyways, so I live now in Santa Clara, California.  Moved away from the city of lost wages and back to reality.  Working long hours and getting paid the $.  SHHOOOW ME THE MOONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so let&apos;s see.. nothing really exciting going on.  my dad is remarried after only being divorced to my mom for umm 4 months?  (seperated for 11 months)  Umm, still single and actually enjoying it a bit.  Hmm.  Watching Ferris Buehler&apos;s Day off right now, yes, I am still an 80s guy! Gotta love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, lets see.  yeah that is about it for now.  I will update more often (yes, more often than every 6 months) now on.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2004 19:20:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Love and Love Lust</title>
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  <description>Well, my life like always is boring as hell.  Well sort of.  Some of you might know about me dating some young vixen lately.  Well, yesterday after being in California for a week for Thanksgiving visit to Branden&apos;s family, we made love in the afternoon and shortly afterwards she dumped me (like in &quot;cuddle time&quot;)  Needless to say, Love Bites!  Yea Yea, anyways.  So yea, that is all I am going to update right now.  Maybe more later.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2004 18:58:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wow.. been a while...</title>
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  <description>Wow.  It has been a while since I updated.  Gosh, umm, lets see what has happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My families properties in Florida are finally completed, well at least the first ones.  Now we just need to get them rented out.  Ugh, such a pain in the rear especially since it is Hurricane season and everyone is depressed and what not.  Who wants to move in that horrible weather!&lt;br /&gt;  My parents are getting divorced, which is extremely weird.  Married for some 35+ years and well, yeah.  My guess from talking to my dad is that he decided after his father died that he wanted a soul mate like his father had.  My grandfather married the true love of his life and til the day he died loved her eternally.  My parents never had that type of relationship really.  In a lot of ways it seemed like a business partnership.  I just hope if I ever get married, I too marry someone that I am a soul mate of.&lt;br /&gt;  I have decided I want to get back into my fit shape.  No more being a lazy bastard about my fitness.  Of course, that means *gasp* alcohol needs to be dropped as one of my food groups.  Man, that is going to be a hard one :)  Just went to the gym for the first time in a long time, and well, it felt really good.. not just physically but mentally as well.  Very strange for me!  Me, happy? weird!&lt;br /&gt;  Some of you know that I have not been happy in Vegas for a long time, and well, I think maybe I am starting to, but not sure.  I still want to figure out if I want to stay here or not, or go to Tennessee or maybe back to the Bay Area.  Who knows, maybe I will move to some poor-dunk Mexico town and become a hermit! Hmm, beach hermit.. Hmm... Who wants to join me on that one ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Im gonna stop at that.  I will update with more later when I think of what I missed or when I decide to open up some things that I have yet to say.  Until then, Peace!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2004 16:58:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A fun weekend</title>
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  <description>Ok I have not updated my journal for a while so I thought I would update about a fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;A week ago my cousin came into town with 2 of his friends to celebrate his 21st birthday.  Needless to say he wanted to have a good time.  Las Vegas is the place for it!  It started with a few drinks downtown and then we headed to my favorite bar, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.harrahs.com/our_casinos/las/entertainment/carnival_court.html&quot;&gt;Carnaval Court&lt;/a&gt;.  Needless to say a lot of drinkage and a lot of fun.  Well, one of my cousins friends somehow had way too much to drink and started to pass out, thus back to the Luxor, where they were staying, to drop off the dead weight.  Food stop and we we&apos;re back in business.  Hard Rock to meet up with another cousin for a few, then to Mandalay Bay to a bar in the middle of it all.  We sat there for a while, and we started talking about call girls (whores, prostitutes, working girls, you choose) and what do you know, about 7 through the 2 hours we were there came up to us to &quot;proposition&quot; us.  We found out its about 400$.  Well, we decided that none were worth even 200, so we decided to call it a night (got breakfast and then went our ways)&lt;br /&gt;Next night we went to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.n9negroup.com/http_docs/rain/rain.asp&quot;&gt;Rain&lt;/a&gt;, had more and more drinkage, had a blast, and it was about 2am so we decided Treasures (a strip joint).  I remember very little there besides a lot more boobs and a lot more drinkage.  Ended the night/morning at a local bar to get some food and that was the end of an endless weekend.  Lets just say my cousin will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Good times.. Good times.. The moral of this story, if you are looking for a call girl, goto the bar in the middle of Mandalay Bay and you will have offers constantly in no time at all!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2004 03:59:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>another thing</title>
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  <description>So, I got completely bummed out on Friday even though friends were in town.  Reason: Pat Tillman.  Can&apos;t say I knew him well, but I can say I knew him.  2nd grade to about 8th grade I was playing soccer against him all the time.  As well, his wife, Marie, I knew from kindergarten.  I remember when I working at Fresh Choice my senior year of HS, both of them came in and immediately came up to me to say hi.  It took me a while to remember who they were, but I eventually did.  Not seeing them for 4-5 years and then all of a sudden they come up very friendly.  That is probably how I will always remember him.  A great athlete.  A great scholar.  A great person. May we all strive to be a Pat Tillman.  RIP Pat.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2004 03:33:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A 3 month tour.. a 3 month tour...</title>
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  <description>So, the other day I was chatting with a bunch of ex coworkers and one of them started talking about how he needed people to come and work at the company he is at in the Phillipines.  It would be a 3-6 month contract, free flight, free room and board.  I am really really considering it.  Man.   My problem.  I am a wuss! Now shut up Marcus.  Anyways, I have my house here to worry about, and my cat and well, yeah.  hrm.  I think I am going to do it, just need to iron out the last details.  Very least I would have a story to tell my grandkids (ok, I first have to get married and what not.. maybe in PI??).  Ah well, other than that not much is going on.  This week my brother Dean is coming into town for much debauchery.  He is bringing a few of his frat brothers as well as a few girl troublemakers.  Should be a time that I will not remember.  Good timez!  Lets see...  Yah that&apos;s pretty much it for me right now.  K. Bye.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2004 21:06:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Totally Peeved</title>
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  <description>Ok, my roommate is a completely clue-bee, thank god he moves out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wake up this morning, and he is proud of himself because he did his taxes.  Then he tells me, &quot;By the way, I am getting a refund.  I searched your desk for your checking book and used your checking account number to deposit it there.&quot;  HE IS FUCKING PROUD OF THE FACT THAT HE INVADED MY PRIVACY AND USED MY FINANCIAL INFORMATION WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.  And to top it off, he owes the IRS from previous years still, plus who knows who else.  So now, forever, my checking account number will be filled with the IRS.  So, now I need to change/cancel my cheecking account and get a new one because my roommate decided to search my desk.  Great, huh?  Needless to say I told him to get out of my face because I really did not want to see it right now.  What a fucking nitwit!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am a little more relaxed.... maybe not but at least uhh, nope, there are no good things to say. ARGH.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2004 08:05:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ok, so I decided to copy Miz Tinsel.... Told everyone I was innocent!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; style=&quot;margin: 5px; border: 1px solid #FF0000; padding: 5px; font: 10pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr style=&quot;background-color: #ffccff; font: 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;3&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.theferrett.com/purity&quot;&gt;Ultimate Purity Score&lt;/a&gt; Is... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #FF0000; border-bottom-style: solid;&quot; width=&quot;125&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #FF0000; border-bottom-style: solid;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Score&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style=&quot;padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #FF0000; border-bottom-style: solid;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Average&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style=&quot;background-color: #ffffcc;&quot;&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;&quot; width=&quot;125&quot;&gt;Self-Lovin&apos;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;38.3%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I think about you - or anyone - I touch myself&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;65.1%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;&quot; width=&quot;125&quot;&gt;Shamelessness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;73.8%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;It takes a couple of drinks&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;79.4%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style=&quot;background-color: #ffffcc;&quot;&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;&quot; width=&quot;125&quot;&gt;Sex Drive&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;57.9%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;A fool for love, but not always&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;77.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;&quot; width=&quot;125&quot;&gt;Straightness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.8%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knows the other body type like a map&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;44.9%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style=&quot;background-color: #ffffcc;&quot;&gt; &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;&quot; width=&quot;125&quot;&gt;Gayness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;96.4%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Repressed, are we?&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;83.6%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;&quot; width=&quot;125&quot;&gt;Fucking Sick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;92%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Refreshingly normal&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=&quot;background-color: #ffffcc; vertical-align: top; font: 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;
    &lt;td colspan=&quot;3&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: top; font: 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; font-weight: bold; padding: 12px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;You are 60.1% pure&lt;br&gt;Average Score: 72.7%&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.theferrett.com/purity&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take The Ultimate Purity Test&lt;br&gt;and see how you match up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2004 05:39:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Another day</title>
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  <description>So, of course I did not get any sleep pretty much yesterday.  I took Darren to the Doctor to have his eye checked out.  Gotta love being in the office for 4 hours.  Ugh.  Turns out the back of his eye is bruised and its slightly bleeding.  As I was waiting in the office, Jessica called and was crying worried about Darren and wanted to know if he was alright.  He has another appointment tomorrow morning so hopefully that will go well.  Drove him home then went around the city getting his perscrptions.  Wal-Mart didn&apos;t have one so I went to a Walgren&apos;s near Jessica&apos;s house and dropped by to see how she was doing.  &lt;br /&gt;  She got home at 2am from the lockup.  Slept all day.  Josh (her boyfriend) was completely being a &quot;sweet&quot; guy.  She is pretty depressed of course.  We talked for a good hour and a half.  Felt good to see that she is alright.  Found out about the accident as well.  Turns out she was going a little too fast (she always drives fast, sober/drunk/insane)  as well as her breaks suck (she actually told me about that couple days prior) when a car in front of her slammed on their breaks for a yellow light.  She couldn&apos;t stop in time and rear ended the truck.  Jessica and Darren both were not wearing their seatbelts and Darren&apos;s forehead hit the windshield.  Kind of explains things a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyways yea so thats my story for the past few days.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2004 11:35:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Drama</title>
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  <description>Alright, so I decided to start a journal.  Joy! Rapture! Anyways, next!&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be a laid back day for me, nothing major.  Maybe go to my neighborhood bar and relax and what not, but that all changed.  At approx. 5pm I get a call from my roommate, Darren, asking me to pick him up at the hospital.  He went out drinking with another friend, Jessica, and well, Jessica decided to drive them.  Needless to say an accident ensued shortly after wards.  Darren has a scratched cornea thus is not able to see diddly right now.  He was pretty faded when all of this happened so he had no idea what happened to Jessica.  That of course worried me.  So through my ways I find out her boyfriends phone number and call him.  I don&apos;t believe he likes me much, probably because Jessica and I hang out here and there, but I digress.  He was happy to hear from me and I guess Jessica was very worried about Darren herself.  She was of course in the pokey, and last I heard she still is, but that may have changed.  Definitely a scary experience for them, and an unnerving one for me.  Needless to say I will probably be busy babying Darren for the next couple days.  I am so not ready to have kids, I can tell you that right now.  Ugh.</description>
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