<?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-5780499</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:48:42.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Boys Will be Boys"</title><subtitle type='html'>The Exciting Life and "Slightly Catastrophic" Adventures of "Yours Truly" - a special guy from the Motor City.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780499.post-110004629225480072</id><published>2004-11-09T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T19:24:52.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been too long....</title><summary type='text'>What can I say... I'm an asshole.For so long, this blog was my entire reason for existence (time for a bit of dramatism isn't it?).  Since June, a lot has happened in my life - a lot of good shit.  Boys have come and gone (well only 1), I finally got my dream job, I'm two payments away from being completely out of debt (except those damn school loans!!!), and well LIFE IS GOOD!I am completely</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/110004629225480072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/110004629225480072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110004629225480072' title='It&apos;s been too long....'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108813592259644642</id><published>2004-06-24T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:07:01.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm IT!</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I am officially a Midori IT Girl!  If you are interested in seeing my first modeling experience (of my adult like that is) please check out My Midori Experience from Pronto! last night.  In order to find me (and Mark) you'll want to click on the "Midori It Girl Link" on the front page, then click on the Midori It Girls link.  You will want to choose Detroit as the city and then click the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108813592259644642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108813592259644642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108813592259644642' title='I&apos;m IT!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108756376758575045</id><published>2004-06-18T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T08:02:47.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Television</title><summary type='text'>Ahh the joys of good TV.Television never ceases to amaze me.  For the first time in I can't remember how long, I was able to sit down and watch TV, alone, in my own living room.  I've been so busy lately doing 'stuff' to try and keep myself 'busy', that I just haven't had much time for anything.So here I was sitting on my couch watching 'Without a Trace' - a show JRo got me hooked on.  Since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108756376758575045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108756376758575045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108756376758575045' title='The Power of Television'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108604867177661575</id><published>2004-05-31T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T00:21:24.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "HAMBURG"lers</title><summary type='text'>We now return to your regularly scheduled program...TWO WHOLE WEEKS WITHOUT A BLOG ENTRY... that's like a day without rain in Michigan.  Yes, it has rained EVERYDAY for weeks in the great lakes state.  I'm sure this is partially responsible for my recent bout of depression.  Thankfully, I overcame, even though I didn't cum at all.  Humm, how does that work?Have you ever heard of a town called</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108604867177661575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108604867177661575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108604867177661575' title='The &quot;HAMBURG&quot;lers'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108493300095077153</id><published>2004-05-18T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T21:16:40.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Like a Beaver</title><summary type='text'>Crazy.  No... More like CRAZY!!!  As in, my life lately has been CRAZY!!!!I feel like I start every blog entry with, "where should I begin".  Well, to shake things up a bit... I'll start with....DRUM ROLL PLEASEWhere Shall I begin?I'll start with why I have been so lazy lately.  A few days ago I received a message from a mysterious gent (a fellow blogger), who began reading my blog.  To </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108493300095077153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108493300095077153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108493300095077153' title='Busy Like a Beaver'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108460378184572012</id><published>2004-05-15T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T01:49:41.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Ever Drunk Post</title><summary type='text'>WElcome... to the first ever drunk post.Folks... the funnies thing in the world just happened about half an hour ago.  Well, maybe an hour ago.  IN an attempt to perfom some Beyonce type move at a straight club called 'Tonic', I managed to let Man-da-licious try and kick her leg up on to my shoulder so I could drag her across the dance floor.  While this seemingly works in movies starring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108460378184572012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108460378184572012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108460378184572012' title='My First Ever Drunk Post'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108451076059104561</id><published>2004-05-13T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T23:59:20.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware!!!</title><summary type='text'>When creative people start getting technical savvy, the world should be afraid.Yes folks... I singlehandedly installed HARDWARE and SOFTWARE on my computer today.  Not only that... but it works!!!  I'm proud to say that it didn't require technical support from an outside source, nor did it require calls to my father or any of my ex boyfriends.  I did it all by myself.  I'm impressed... as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108451076059104561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108451076059104561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108451076059104561' title='Beware!!!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108433222774396128</id><published>2004-05-11T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:23:47.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Achievement</title><summary type='text'>I am proud to admit that I am the newest recipient of a "Fuck Buddy".  It may sound bizarre, but I have never had an official "fuck buddy" before.  Granted if you look back in time, I have had several men in my life that were considered fuck buddies.  The only difference - we never had the official discussion announcing that we were only sleeping together for the pleasure part, not the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108433222774396128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108433222774396128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108433222774396128' title='My Newest Achievement'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108424876487179486</id><published>2004-05-09T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:31:12.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this surprise anyone?</title><summary type='text'>Morpheus ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla&lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --&gt;View My GuestbookSign My Guestbook&lt;!-- /\ End GuestGEAR Code /\ --&gt;Question, Comments, or Just Plain Bitching?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108424876487179486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108424876487179486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108424876487179486' title='Does this surprise anyone?'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108390421396244332</id><published>2004-05-06T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T23:33:28.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin...</title><summary type='text'>I feel like it has been ages since I gave you a valuable update about my life.  I suppose the easiest place to start is why I had to temporarily stop blogging.Due to my lack of computer at home, I was always forced to blog at work.  I initially started the blogging thing to keep me busy on those days that I sat at my desk falling asleep due to extreme boredom.  I found it kept me busy and alert</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108390421396244332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108390421396244332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108390421396244332' title='Where to begin...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108373238751766980</id><published>2004-05-04T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T23:49:38.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!</title><summary type='text'>Howdy.I'm back and better than ever.Rather than diving in and posting about all the shit that has been going on lately (that an all the rather fun and exciting things), I've decided to dedicate this entry to the things in life that I am thankful for.  I'd honestly like to see more of this in the blog world.  Often times we tend to focus on the things in life that are in our "focus", but many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108373238751766980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108373238751766980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108373238751766980' title='I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108353638994127552</id><published>2004-05-02T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T17:22:59.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm due to return soon....</title><summary type='text'>Yo!I do sincerely apologize for the delay in my return to the blogging world.  I've felt like a piece of me is missing lately; not sharing my world with you.  What I miss most is reading all your blogs!  I feel sooo - left in the dust.I have lot's to tell --- the Naethyn update... including what it takes to break a "vow"... open wide pretty boy!- some new men to introduce including Matt and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108353638994127552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108353638994127552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108353638994127552' title='I&apos;m due to return soon....'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108293914236608422</id><published>2004-04-25T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T19:28:44.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Sabbatical</title><summary type='text'>I'll be back and regularly posting as soon as possible.  I'm just trying to avoid getting fired!  Details to follow.....Please miss me....  &lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --&gt;View My GuestbookSign My Guestbook&lt;!-- /\ End GuestGEAR Code /\ --&gt;Question, Comments, or Just Plain Bitching?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108293914236608422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108293914236608422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108293914236608422' title='Temporary Sabbatical'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108250212460520953</id><published>2004-04-20T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T14:30:36.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Titillating Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday evening began yet another chapter in the dating diary of "Yours Truly" (well actually Saturday evening began the introduction, however last night was the official beginning of the body).  Just as I sat down to watch “The Swan” my phone rang.  Slightly irritated that one of my friends obviously was not paying attention to the clock and called during my show, I glanced at my phone to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108250212460520953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108250212460520953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108250212460520953' title='Titillating Tuesday'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108241559148135791</id><published>2004-04-19T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T18:02:47.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that a THREAT or a PROMISE?</title><summary type='text'>Yet another email from that "special" someone...****I'm always forgetting things!!!!!*****One of those people that you have a nice little nickname for knows about your site....actually A LOT of people here at OnStar know about your site. Anyways, this person somehow let a supervisor know.Thought you shoukd know that Human Resources has opened an investigation on you, and have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108241559148135791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108241559148135791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108241559148135791' title='Is that a THREAT or a PROMISE?'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108213358594518942</id><published>2004-04-16T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T14:28:55.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HA HA HA</title><summary type='text'>From: Jason Ensign [jason_ensign68@hotmail.com]Sent: Friday, April 16, 2004 12:04 PMTo: "The Author"Subject: Denise O'Reilly?"The Author",How's it going buddy? This is 'Denise O'Reilly' coming at you again! Still can't figure out who I am, huh? Well here's a couple suggestions, Maybe I'm the life-sized Barbie, or the gnarly ass, glasses wearing, bad skinned "gaysian". Maybe I'm that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108213358594518942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108213358594518942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213358594518942' title='HA HA HA'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108197388582749447</id><published>2004-04-14T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T15:20:57.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beyonce Walk STRIKES back!</title><summary type='text'>Just like the empire struck back in Star Wars… the DIVA in me is striking back; this time in full force.Last night JRo, Mark, Darrin, “Larry” and a few other peeps met up at Pronto! To celebrate JRo’s last graduate school class for her Master’s degree.  The clan all arrived around 8pm.  Let me first state how hard it is to be a diva when you work for the world’s cheapest company.  Every time I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108197388582749447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108197388582749447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108197388582749447' title='The Beyonce Walk STRIKES back!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108181312352195288</id><published>2004-04-12T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T18:41:32.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionista Extraordinaire</title><summary type='text'>With one secret admirer writing to explain that he is disappearing into the black hole for reasons unknown, I now have a second secret admirer to deal with.  The problem?  Secret Admirer #2 is not so nice.  Word of advice gentlemen... do not EVER attack a gay man's wardrobe.SA#2 - This is your secret admirer again. Hows it goin? You know that outfit you have on today totally does not match. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108181312352195288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108181312352195288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108181312352195288' title='Fashionista Extraordinaire'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108154510709393309</id><published>2004-04-09T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T16:15:03.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG...</title><summary type='text'>I'm embarrassed.... not a single person mentioned to me that I had the word "fascinating" spelled wrong all these months on my sidebar!  THE CRIME!  Either all you bitches out there were snickering at me and laughing, or you aren't paying enough attention!  I'm surprised the literary police didn't arrest and stone me.  I love you all the same.&lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108154510709393309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108154510709393309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108154510709393309' title='OMG...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108154291619818698</id><published>2004-04-09T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T15:38:02.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><summary type='text'>Not only am I a "Jack", I'm a bitter, single BITCH!  I know we all have those moments where you think to yourself... what is the point?  Why do I bother styling my hair, waxing my eyebrows, tanning, working out, eating healthy, saving money, making my bed, folding my laundry, washing my car, going to work, paying my bills, keeping in touch, finding Mr. Right, drinking, driving, reading, blogging,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108154291619818698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108154291619818698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108154291619818698' title='BLAH'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108144686317738942</id><published>2004-04-08T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T12:57:08.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I miss that day?</title><summary type='text'>I noticed a recent phenomenon in the blog world... I'm just wondering if I skipped Blog class that day - either that or everybody knows this "M" person.When I say "everybody", I mean "everybody".  It seems the mysterious (maybe that is what M stands for) person always is referred to as "M".  In most case where there is a second mystery person involved, they are referred to as "S".  I haven't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108144686317738942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108144686317738942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108144686317738942' title='Did I miss that day?'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108135254049238625</id><published>2004-04-07T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T11:38:25.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><summary type='text'> You're JackIf there's some Jack in you anywhere, he's probablynot hiding; anyone who's seen the show on whichhe is so lovingly featured will tell you hemakes his presence felt wherever he goes. Andthat presence is about as stereotypically gayas they come. Are you sure you're not actuallya gay man? If not, perhaps you should give it atry; you may find it quite comfortable. Who's your inner gay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108135254049238625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108135254049238625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108135254049238625' title='LOL'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108127289015815137</id><published>2004-04-06T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T12:37:33.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to Further Prove I'm a Carrie...</title><summary type='text'>Take the quiz: "Which American City Are You?"New YorkYou're competative, you like to take it straight to the fight.  You gotta have it all or die trying.&lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --&gt;View My GuestbookSign My Guestbook&lt;!-- /\ End GuestGEAR Code /\ --&gt;Question, Comments, or Just Plain Bitching?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108127289015815137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108127289015815137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108127289015815137' title='Just to Further Prove I&apos;m a Carrie...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108127061862414245</id><published>2004-04-06T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T11:59:41.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizing the Truth...</title><summary type='text'>The more I think about it, the more I realize that I have been living a lie all of these years.   Who have I been kidding all along?  It is apparent that I have only been fooling myself into believing that I am a crazed, maniac, sexual vixen.  At one point in my life, maybe I was.  Now that I am 25... I am no longer a Samantha.  I am now a Carrie.  Perhaps I have always been a Carrie, but for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108127061862414245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108127061862414245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108127061862414245' title='Realizing the Truth...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108120249419086200</id><published>2004-04-05T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T17:07:06.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I always knew...</title><summary type='text'>... I am a GOD!You are a GRAMMAR GOD!If your mission in life is not already topreserve the English tongue, it should be.Congratulations and thank you! How grammatically sound are you? brought to you by QuizillaSo... the moment you have all been waiting for... the results to my first online Jason quiz.Question Number 1:What City and State was I born in?As expected a majority of you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108120249419086200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108120249419086200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108120249419086200' title='I always knew...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108094856346486946</id><published>2004-04-02T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T18:33:19.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops...</title><summary type='text'>... I lied.I've been really busy the past few days with cases at work and I haven't had much time to update.  You all have until Monday to take the DAMN quiz now.  I'm sure my detailed explanation of the answers will be quite entertaining.  In the "mentime" I invite you all to take a look at my best guy friend Blake's, new blog.  If you ever wanted to know anything about me from a difference </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108094856346486946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108094856346486946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108094856346486946' title='Ooops...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108077564548257687</id><published>2004-03-31T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T18:30:02.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ...</title><summary type='text'>Last chance for those of you who haven't taken my quiz and are interested in doing so (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE...).  I'm going to close out the quiz and post my responses tomorrow.  Hell even if you don't know me and you don't care... It still would be cool of you to take the DAMN QUIZ!I'm also pleased to announce that I spent the entire day today updating myself on all the blog postings that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108077564548257687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108077564548257687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108077564548257687' title='QUIZ...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108074721699510331</id><published>2004-03-31T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T13:40:22.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HI</title><summary type='text'>Happy Hump Day!Smootches!The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very LowLevel 2 (Lustful)Very HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very HighLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)HighLevel 6 -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108074721699510331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108074721699510331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108074721699510331' title='HI'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108068781774551145</id><published>2004-03-30T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T10:36:38.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin On UP!</title><summary type='text'>So here I sit... in my brand new cube.  I "played" decorator over the weekend and bought a cute little plant, brought in my fabulous water fountain that JRo and Man-da-licious got me for my birthday, an awesome Frank Lloyd Wright calendar from JRo, my Eagle Scout plaque, a picture of the fam, and some other miscellaneous stuff.  It sounds stupid but it has been several years since I had my own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108068781774551145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108068781774551145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108068781774551145' title='Movin On UP!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-108030369626252266</id><published>2004-03-26T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T07:24:28.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGH</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to be single forever.  This time it is by choice.  I have a feeling now that I've made this choice... the men will come flocking.  You know it is kind of like when you start dating someone and that's when all the boys come out of the woodwork.  Oddly enough, I don't even want it to work.  I have a hard enough time getting my gay guy friends to call me back more or less the guys I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108030369626252266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/108030369626252266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108030369626252266' title='SIGH'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107974973785409668</id><published>2004-03-19T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:31:23.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz #1</title><summary type='text'>How well do you know me - or think you know me?Take My Test, Just don't pay attention to the spelling error and the lack of question mark on one of the questions.  The quiz would not let me edit.  ;-)In the spirit of good times and fabulous weekends... The following is an idea I got from him:The Nickname Game -If you call me Hootch or Tito – your name is Linda Gaetani.If you call me Jay –</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107974973785409668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107974973785409668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107974973785409668' title='Quiz #1'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107966338003206602</id><published>2004-03-18T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T16:40:26.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Got to Give...</title><summary type='text'>...But isn't it better to receive?Last night JRo and I decided that we were going to beat the Saint Patty's Day crowd at the bars and see a movie instead.  We thought we would introduce a twist to movie-going to celebrate the drunken holiday.  With a loaded Gucci bag full of Rolling Rock we were off to see "Something's Got to Give" with Jack and Diane.First off, the movie was awesome.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107966338003206602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107966338003206602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966338003206602' title='Something&apos;s Got to Give...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107914223685913808</id><published>2004-03-12T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T20:46:14.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Your X-Ray Vision</title><summary type='text'>Do you See What I See?&lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --&gt;View My GuestbookSign My Guestbook&lt;!-- /\ End GuestGEAR Code /\ --&gt;Question, Comments, or Just Plain Bitching?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107914223685913808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107914223685913808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107914223685913808' title='Test Your X-Ray Vision'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107905764656606583</id><published>2004-03-11T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:16:24.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll NEVER be a porn star now!!!</title><summary type='text'>My life is rated NC-17.What is your life rated?This is probably why I can't win bootie contests.  DAMN.  I think I need to start working out more often (since I haven't been to the gym since early December).  The end of 2004 is quickly approaching and I have to make sure I have a body to die for when JRo and I submit those pics to Playgirl.  I've recruited a personal trainer to help me - BEEF </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107905764656606583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107905764656606583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107905764656606583' title='I&apos;ll NEVER be a porn star now!!!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107886767713417101</id><published>2004-03-09T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T16:30:12.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Jason... BAD!</title><summary type='text'>Slap my wrists, spank my ass, but please don't call me Susan!In the spirit of Whitney Houston - I've been really cracked out lately.  I feel like I have so much to write about, but unfortunately a majority of it has to be censored for reasons out of my control.  What pisses me off is that this journal is meant to document my daily life and the "trials and tribulations" of being me.  What good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107886767713417101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107886767713417101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107886767713417101' title='Bad Jason... BAD!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107827367528548532</id><published>2004-03-02T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T19:45:28.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh Dear!</title><summary type='text'>I'm a religious Mexican, Schitzophrenic who likes Belgian waffles and potentially will drive a Nova.You're The Poisonwood Bible!by Barbara KingsolverDeeply rooted in a religious background, you have since become bothisolated and schizophrenic. You were naively sure that your actions would help people,but of course they were resistant to your message and ultimately disaster ensued. Since</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107827367528548532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107827367528548532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107827367528548532' title='Ohhh Dear!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107807640793046678</id><published>2004-02-29T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T12:43:56.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Due to illness today - I don't feel like writing much.  I have a lot of updates from this past weekend that I will post tomorrow.  I did however read this online and thought that it is interesting enough to post (the recent online debates about gay marriage has strayed me away from the posting on the topic, however this post should make up for it).  Thanks to HOTTIE Randy for posting this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107807640793046678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107807640793046678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107807640793046678' title=''/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107784294037570081</id><published>2004-02-25T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:29:38.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Place...</title><summary type='text'>Close but no cigar.Tuesday was a VERY interesting night out with Blake.Once again I was forcefully "dragged" to the bar - against my will.  I'm not sure if an restraints were involved, as by the time the night was over, I couldn't remember much of anything.  I do remember this much: I got drunk, stripped my clothes of to "My Milkshake Brings All the Boys to The Yard..." on stage with a LARGE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107784294037570081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107784294037570081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784294037570081' title='3rd Place...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107767375694291336</id><published>2004-02-24T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:51:17.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High on Life</title><summary type='text'>What raised my spirits today......When Ms. Vivian at work asked, "Did you go tanning?"The answer is no.  The secret to my happy glow, you ask?  SEXCAPADES!No need for self tanner.  Forget huge tanning salon membership fees.  Just have SEX!  Mindblowing, fantastically marvelous, SEX! It'll give you all the color you'll ever need.  Trust me.  I know.Sorry for the lack of details - but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107767375694291336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107767375694291336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107767375694291336' title='High on Life'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107757998479694435</id><published>2004-02-23T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T10:54:27.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE UPDATE</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the delay in delivering good content.First we'll review what is about to follow:- Chris and the cancelled date (well there was no call at all)- Dan from OnStar and the nasty ass email conversation he had with my counterpart (a.k.a. Fake Email Account)- Q on Saturday Night- Geoff *YUM*- Greyse the spoiled rotten cat- Secret Admirer Update- Dry Humping Eminem's Probation Officer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107757998479694435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107757998479694435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757998479694435' title='HUGE UPDATE'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107750268351050266</id><published>2004-02-22T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T21:20:03.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Husband</title><summary type='text'>OHHHH, Fabulous.  I wonder if he'll fuck me in a sea of parachutes....You are going to Marry Josh Hartnett. He is reallyshy, but don't let that fool you. He is reallyoutgoing and sweet with those he loves and willbe loyal to them for the rest of his life.Congrats!! Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (now 12 (i just added more, and still more to come!)results that have pics!) brought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107750268351050266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107750268351050266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750268351050266' title='My Celebrity Husband'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107733577966011706</id><published>2004-02-20T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T23:26:51.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing....</title><summary type='text'>The First Annual "Summer Gay Blogger Bash"(location yet to be determined)So you're a blogger and you're gay, right?  Ask yourself this question... How often do you read journals from fabulous peeps such as yourself and think, "I wonder what this guy/gal is like in person?"Is Rob Byrnes really the Famous Author he claims to be?Is Boi From Troy really from Troy?  I mean what's his deal?Does </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107733577966011706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107733577966011706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107733577966011706' title='Announcing....'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107705876161715714</id><published>2004-02-17T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:05:18.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well... If that's the way you feel, BRING IT ON!</title><summary type='text'>The evening is set for a quiet evening for two, you and I. You are dressed impeccably, smelling divinely, and looking better than anything. The music is soft jazz, the wine, red, dry, and perfect. The dancing is slow, so that I can grind into you, and you into me. We lean into one another, the kisses so passionate, they take us away. We end up in your bedroom, sampling from each other's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107705876161715714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107705876161715714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705876161715714' title='Well... If that&apos;s the way you feel, BRING IT ON!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107688513115586062</id><published>2004-02-15T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T19:37:58.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh my, Mr. Valentine!  WOW!</title><summary type='text'>Where do I begin?  First off, I had the most incredible date last night.  Originally the plan was that I was going to have dinner with my roommate and some of her friends at a posh restaurant in Birmingham called the "City Cellar".  I had advised Ang that this was contingent upon whether or not I had a date on Saturday night.  It wasn't until Friday evening that Chris called (if you recall he is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107688513115586062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107688513115586062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107688513115586062' title='Ohhh my, Mr. Valentine!  WOW!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107663945729630894</id><published>2004-02-12T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T19:42:18.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have so much to update and no time to do it.... life has been so crazy since Blake came back into my life (not that I blame it all on Blake - just a little bit though).  I have to give you updates on; my Bill Thomas experience, meeting the interior designer snatch, Ryan and the random phone calls, drinking way too much on Tuesday night, Blake's stalker and the rejection hotline, how scandalous </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107663945729630894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107663945729630894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663945729630894' title=''/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107636620783264004</id><published>2004-02-09T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:38:33.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geriatric Problems</title><summary type='text'>OMG - I just met the prick who beat me out for my recent promotion.  I have to express publicly the distaste I have in my mouth right now.  The recent internal position that I interviewed for started with 38 applicants.  They then narrowed that down to three people, one including myself.  After my initial interview with the department manager I was told that I came in second based on my interview</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107636620783264004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107636620783264004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107636620783264004' title='Geriatric Problems'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107628808567666488</id><published>2004-02-08T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:56:30.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious</title><summary type='text'>"My Gay Boyfriend"&lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --&gt;View My GuestbookSign My Guestbook&lt;!-- /\ End GuestGEAR Code /\ --&gt;Question, Comments, or Just Plain Bitching?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107628808567666488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107628808567666488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107628808567666488' title='Hilarious'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107628122501080958</id><published>2004-02-08T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:18:45.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Back...</title><summary type='text'>Blake Andrew Spear - Welcome Back Buddy!For those of you that an "in" on all the drama you know very well that this was a huge step for me (inviting Blake back into my life).  I've been informed by some that I am a very stubborn person (mainly Blake).  I don't view myself as being stubborn, rather just someone who stands up for what they believe in and doesn't take and shit (although I often </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107628122501080958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107628122501080958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107628122501080958' title='He&apos;s Back...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107612195590668869</id><published>2004-02-06T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T18:05:44.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious???</title><summary type='text'>So I got a nice surprise today on my apartment door.  My first noise violation in the history of my apartment dwelling.  WTF?  I think it may have something to do with the fact that JRo and I were singing at the top of our lungs to Jewel, on Saturday with the stereo blasting... all the while Ang was in her room with two friends thumping to some "G tunes".  This may have upset a neighbor or two, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107612195590668869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107612195590668869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107612195590668869' title='Serious???'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107577250697647838</id><published>2004-02-02T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T20:43:25.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't resist posting this link...</title><summary type='text'>Look who is number one as well as the only one...LINK OF THE DAY TO MY SITE&lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --&gt;View My GuestbookSign My Guestbook&lt;!-- /\ End GuestGEAR Code /\ --&gt;Question, Comments, or Just Plain Bitching?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107577250697647838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107577250697647838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107577250697647838' title='I couldn&apos;t resist posting this link...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107575013868180336</id><published>2004-02-02T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T20:34:24.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5:30 Surprise...</title><summary type='text'>Imagine this - As I lay peacefully resting in my bed with my Sprint PCS phone on vibrate, the humidifier bustling away, and the fish lurking on the bottom of their tank, I hear a loud obnoxious ring tone.**INSERT THEME SONG FROM SEX AND THE CITY**I call it a sign from the good lord above, however most would call it a malfunction with my cell phone.  It is time to ponder why if my phone was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107575013868180336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107575013868180336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575013868180336' title='The 5:30 Surprise...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107568710564374625</id><published>2004-02-01T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T21:00:03.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferrr Real?</title><summary type='text'>There is a light!!!  I have to expression my appreciation to Paul - my father.  It is to him that I owe my soon to be financial freedom.  Thanks to the large sum of money that the "bank of Paul" loaned my for twelve months @ 4.5%, I will be debt free by December 30, 2004.  YIPPEEE!  As all of you are surely aware, having debt is rotten.  More rotten than Rotten Ryan.  For the first time since I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107568710564374625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107568710564374625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107568710564374625' title='Ferrr Real?'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107551009519373061</id><published>2004-01-30T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T21:10:58.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ADMIRER UPDATE - Living the SINGLE blues.</title><summary type='text'>This is the letter I received from "Mr. Humpinalot" - the damn coward.  It was fun while it lasted.J, Surprised that you have been so long in your reply.  I have been taking a needed break from Internet - and e-mail.  EDS has become far too suspicious of e-mail at work - therefore I think it would be better if I did not e-mail you in the future.  I'd hate for you to think that I am some sort </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107551009519373061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107551009519373061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107551009519373061' title='ADMIRER UPDATE - Living the SINGLE blues.'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107540758747606852</id><published>2004-01-29T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T16:48:28.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  This is EXACTLY why I am gay!!!Are you going to hell?I scored a 158.  Is that bad?  You bet your ass it is... and I'll prove it to you one day (as long as you are cute, gorgeous, HOT!)&lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --&gt;View My GuestbookSign My Guestbook&lt;!-- /\ End GuestGEAR Code /\ --&gt;Question, Comments, or Just Plain Bitching?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107540758747606852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107540758747606852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540758747606852' title=''/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107521558636983294</id><published>2004-01-27T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T21:11:17.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linking - it's fabulous.  Try it!</title><summary type='text'>Someone linked to my site with this search criteria - Fit Pakistani Boys.  How hilarious.  I love this new tracking system.  What's next?  Alien encounters with purple third nipples and pencil thin cocks?I have to say that I am absolutely amazed by the power of the internet.  I've had this journal online for months now and only in the past several days have I figured out just how awesome the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107521558636983294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107521558636983294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107521558636983294' title='Linking - it&apos;s fabulous.  Try it!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107517046887646436</id><published>2004-01-26T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T09:56:42.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NAILED!!!</title><summary type='text'>Too bad it wasn't me that got nailed - but whatever.  I recently posted on my blog that I have a secret admirer in my office building (aka mOnStar prison).  Well after days and days of pondering, wondering and searching (using my superior detective skills of course) I have now nailed the suspect (or rather I'd like to).  I must say that I am quite a bit relieved that the mysterious gentleman </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107517046887646436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107517046887646436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107517046887646436' title='NAILED!!!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107482505893131631</id><published>2004-01-22T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:33:28.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><summary type='text'>This may very well be the only time I post anything on my site in relation to politics.  But for those of you fans that are highly interested in this sort of "stuff", I'm posting what I thought was an interesting read.  How much of it is fact, I don't know, but it honestly makes one wonder who our "fearless" leader really is.BUSH RESUME George W. Bush The White House, USA EDUCATION AND </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107482505893131631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107482505893131631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107482505893131631' title='Politics'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107454726577716877</id><published>2004-01-19T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T16:22:31.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED: ME</title><summary type='text'>I have a Secret Admirer.  This could make life very interesting, especially with an email address like "humpinalot".  Details to come - be patient already.&lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --&gt;View My GuestbookSign My Guestbook&lt;!-- /\ End GuestGEAR Code /\ --&gt;Question, Comments, or Just Plain Bitching?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107454726577716877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107454726577716877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107454726577716877' title='WANTED: ME'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107386108657083590</id><published>2004-01-11T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T21:39:28.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible to have fun and leave the club before 2am?</title><summary type='text'>The answer is yes!  Details to follow.Saturday was such a busy day for me.  Rising early in the day (anything before 9am) is quite a challenge for me.  If you can only imagine 8am was ROUGH.  I am not sure why but I scheduled a breakfast date with my friend Lori at 9am.  DUH.  What was I thinking?  I was really in the mood for the Garden Omelet at Pronto! and I was determined that I was going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107386108657083590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107386108657083590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107386108657083590' title='Is it possible to have fun and leave the club before 2am?'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107367648816079988</id><published>2004-01-09T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T21:21:54.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BarBoys</title><summary type='text'>After work last night I was officially invited to my good friend "Larry's" birthday celebration at Pronto!.  Ang and I decided that we were going to travel together and she was then going to spend the night at my place - ohhh my!  It wasn't until about 10:10pm that I realized that it was Thursday and that Thursday is the HUGE bar night in Detroit.  It was time for a complete outfit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107367648816079988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107367648816079988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107367648816079988' title='BarBoys'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107359867965342184</id><published>2004-01-08T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:56:23.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE...</title><summary type='text'>In the spirit of “Unsolved Mysteries” and the joy that hits me every time they say "Update", here is an update in relation to the recent postings on this site.I received a response from Ben.  It simply stated "Thank you for your honesty.  I wish you the best of luck in 2004".  WOW.  I always knew that Ben wasn't as big a prick as I grew to know him as.  I'm glad we had an "adult" conversation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107359867965342184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107359867965342184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359867965342184' title='UPDATE...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-10734424687540154</id><published>2004-01-06T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:29:01.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter From the "Wife"</title><summary type='text'>The following is an email that I received today from Ryan's boyfriend Ben (the wife).  If you recall Ryan, is the lover that I just dumped a few days ago.  Perfect timing Ben - perfect.Jason,This question is for you and you only; Ryan will know the contents of this message when he arrives here at the condo after his work day today.  It has come to my attention that the two of you have been in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/10734424687540154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/10734424687540154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10734424687540154' title='Letter From the &quot;Wife&quot;'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107334896415949764</id><published>2004-01-05T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T20:56:21.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the BIG deal?</title><summary type='text'>My question of the day is... What is the BIG hype about "Scarface"?  JRo and I sat down over a course of two days to watch this cult classic film.  Now after viewing what is debatably one of the greatest movies of all time, I have to ask myself, why?  Granted I am not a movie critic at all, however I can tell what is a good film and what is not.  The only thing I can hypothesize at this point is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107334896415949764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107334896415949764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107334896415949764' title='What&apos;s the BIG deal?'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107307459813724862</id><published>2004-01-02T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T17:09:25.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse of the Benihana Bucket</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!There is so much to update from the past several days, that I've decided I will begin with a story of love (or the lack thereof), my favorite restaurant (an annual birthday tradition) and how one penny can change the course of a year.Last year on my birthday (December 31, 2002) I once again ventured with my boyfriend at the time Brad, my best friend Linda, a good friend Kerry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107307459813724862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107307459813724862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107307459813724862' title='Curse of the Benihana Bucket'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107308957811078005</id><published>2003-12-31T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T21:42:05.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can Straight Girls Get More Play at a Gay Club?</title><summary type='text'>WTF - how does this happen?  We'll address this issue in a moment.First - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SEXIEST MO-FO IN MICHIGAN - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!My birthday celebration was a huge success.  To the people that attended it may not have been, but for me (the guy who has the worst birthday parties ever) it was a Grande affair.Because of a schedule </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107308957811078005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107308957811078005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107308957811078005' title='How Can Straight Girls Get More Play at a Gay Club?'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107272789588414067</id><published>2003-12-29T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T16:06:56.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Beautification</title><summary type='text'>Phew - such a busy day and it is barely afternoon.  Preparing for my birthday is quite a task.  This morning I had to drop off my lease agreement for the new apartment, pick up my contact from the HOT HOT HOT eye doctor's office, got my haircut, and went tanning (for the first time in forever).  Now of course I am at work - wondering, is my career at OnStar worth the trouble?  BLAH.So I decided</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107272789588414067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107272789588414067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272789588414067' title='&lt;strong&gt;Personal Beautification&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107256049463742121</id><published>2003-12-27T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T16:29:16.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Encounters of the "Ryan" Kind</title><summary type='text'>What is it with men and me?  I don't get it.  I can tell that I am entering very treacherous territory and while I know this in advance, I still make the mistake of allowing myself to get closer to someone, I know is not available.  The problem is that we mesh together so well.  I just look into his eyes and I know for the first time in a long time that someone really has deep feelings for me.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107256049463742121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107256049463742121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107256049463742121' title='Close Encounters of the &quot;Ryan&quot; Kind'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107248321789136931</id><published>2003-12-26T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T14:35:30.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Capers - "Naughty or Nice"?</title><summary type='text'>WOW!  Another Christmas over.  It saddens me to think that I have less than 75 more of these to come (that is assuming that I only live to be 100.  Hopefully with the advancement of plastic surgery, botox and Mira Linder facial moisturizer, I'll look 40 at 100.)  This was by far the best Christmas ever.First things first - I didn't get the XLR (featured in the previous blog - maybe for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107248321789136931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107248321789136931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107248321789136931' title='Christmas Capers - &quot;Naughty or Nice&quot;?'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107205771619388817</id><published>2003-12-21T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T21:22:36.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...</title><summary type='text'>A New Car!!!Ladies and Gentleman - welcome to the next generation of Cadillac.  The 2004 Cadillac XLR (which also happens to be the 6th Generation Corvette as well).  This car is "FUCKING" amazing.  I can guarantee that if you buy me one of these - I'll be your BEST friend FOREVER!!  Speaking of "best", "fucking" and "forever"... I can imagine that the "best" "fucking" you'll "ever" get from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107205771619388817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107205771619388817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107205771619388817' title='&lt;strong&gt;All I want for Christmas...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107179219508885575</id><published>2003-12-18T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T21:44:15.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Chat Amongst Yourselves"</title><summary type='text'>One thing I don't understand about people - why is it that people can discuss so freely among themselves things that they don't understand, without even knowing whether or not the person sitting right next to them is the person they are speaking about?Let me explain... if someone at work does something and you think it was unnecessary or stupid and you begin to discuss this out loud with your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107179219508885575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107179219508885575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107179219508885575' title='&quot;Chat Amongst Yourselves&quot;'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107162853107233476</id><published>2003-12-16T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T21:36:22.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGGGHHH</title><summary type='text'>I hate OnStar.  I'm beginning to hate a lot of things - including this BLOG.  For whatever reason my recent posts are not showing up.  I don't know what I am doing wrong - and frankly I don't care either.  It is Christmas - I should be HAPPY, right?  I'm explosive right now.  EDS is the absolute WORST company to work for in the world.  If I had the balls and the resources I would tear this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107162853107233476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107162853107233476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107162853107233476' title='ARGGGHHH'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107151179456010187</id><published>2003-12-15T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T14:26:31.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to Michael Vernon....</title><summary type='text'>&amp;zone=-5&amp;sort=desc&amp;email_req=no&amp;name_req=yes&amp;url_req=no&amp;emailalert=yes&amp;email=EventGuyJ@hotmail.com&amp;url=http://www.boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com&amp;name=Boys Will Be Boys&amp;bgcolor=fuschia&amp;fcolor=gray&amp;link=pink&amp;words=comments&amp;title=Show me what you have got to say... BEEEEA!&amp;width=500&amp;height=500"&gt;I'm sooo smart.  I have comments now!&lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --&gt;View My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107151179456010187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107151179456010187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107151179456010187' title='Thanks to Michael Vernon....'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107145305749669309</id><published>2003-12-14T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T20:52:27.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOAH - HEEEEEEEEEE's BACK!</title><summary type='text'>Sorry folks for the delay in updating.  It is the holidays - I deserve a break, right?So I am back to my old tricks again... here's today's interesting story.I went home on my lunch break and turned on CNN.  Mind you - I rarely watch CNN only because politics bores me to death.  Because of the "Saddam" incident yesterday - I decided to catch up on recent updates just so I seem highly educated</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107145305749669309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107145305749669309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107145305749669309' title='WHOAH - HEEEEEEEEEE&apos;s BACK!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106971070932611416</id><published>2003-11-24T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T16:53:43.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO DAYS IN A ROW - Can you believe it??</title><summary type='text'>I know.  It's rare now a days that I write in this thing, but today I couldn't resist.So I am sitting here at work, amidst a bunch of ghetto superstars and life-size Barbie, when I spy this Asian Chico.  Next thing I know, this guy starts discussing how he has an agent and he is going to be a superstar like Jared Leto.  WHAT?  I felt like saying - yeah right jigga.  I have a better chance in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106971070932611416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106971070932611416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971070932611416' title='TWO DAYS IN A ROW - Can you believe it??'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106963249080779707</id><published>2003-11-23T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T15:08:41.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugliest Queen of them all!!</title><summary type='text'>Her name is Supervisor from Hell - she is THE #1 Ugliest Queen of them all.  The worst kind of queen too!  She is always trying to convince everyone that she is the best "queen" and that you are lucky to be one of her "slaves".  THANK GOD (trust me I've done this many times in the past) that I am NOT on her team.  She has an ugly purple jacket too.Well peeps - I know I know - it has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106963249080779707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106963249080779707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106963249080779707' title='The Ugliest Queen of them all!!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106851746154462246</id><published>2003-11-10T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T09:47:07.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it really been THIS long??</title><summary type='text'>To my fans... young and old... beautiful and not-so-beautiful... let me apologize.  I've left you all hanging for weeks now.I've been busy... GET OVER IT!  he he heI don't really even know where to start...I went to Ann Arbor for Halloween, partied at the frat... SUCKED.  My sister dicked me over for some frat dude, who eventually (the next night, dicked her over for a stripper in Canada - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106851746154462246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106851746154462246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851746154462246' title='Has it really been THIS long??'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106730123695529833</id><published>2003-10-27T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T19:33:56.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People...</title><summary type='text'>These people aren't on my shit list:JennyMandyVivianGregGarySteveAngLarisaDadLisaMomHootchJohnBethanieLoriMarkLedaMichaelEveryone else is...I think I may as well just prep myself to be single forever.  I'm happy with me, just not happy with anyone else.  WTF.  I wish there was a computer program that I could just create the perfect guy and live happily ever after.  Today I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106730123695529833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106730123695529833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106730123695529833' title='People...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106720526781139170</id><published>2003-10-26T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T16:54:26.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN... Gina (I mean Gary)</title><summary type='text'>I just got done viewing Gary's blog... as I attempt to do everyday even though a majority of the time there is nothing there... and DAMN!  I am feeling that a certain amount of his "dating" comments were in direct relation to me.  WTF...  I may not be the best at dating... but I had no idea these harsh comments are being directed at my by others.  I give up.  I'm just going to get a cat (just as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106720526781139170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106720526781139170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106720526781139170' title='DAMN... Gina (I mean Gary)'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106702677230745462</id><published>2003-10-24T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T15:19:31.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Slump...</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what my problem is lately... I'm just down.  I can't get a date, I can't get a job, I can't get on the Real World... what can I do now-a-days?  I can't get myself out of bed in the morning; I can't get myself to the gym anymore... I can't, I can't, I can't.  What the fuck?To start the bitching... "I can't get a date".This seems to be the year of the good guys, who turn BAD.  Here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106702677230745462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106702677230745462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106702677230745462' title='In a Slump...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106696068127437895</id><published>2003-10-23T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T20:58:01.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Real' World...</title><summary type='text'>Strange, unusual and bizarre things happen in the Real World... or in my case spontaneous road trips, auditions for television shows, and no sleep for 40 plus hours.Here are the details from my newest adventurous experience...Great... time ran out today and I didn't write anything.  I'll add on to this tomorrow....&lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --&gt;View My GuestbookSign </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106696068127437895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106696068127437895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106696068127437895' title='The &apos;Real&apos; World...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106668918060439398</id><published>2003-10-20T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T17:33:00.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relections</title><summary type='text'>I've deemed today a day of personal reflection - stories of that past that have influenced who I am today.  Read, enjoy... laugh, cry... etc.  Cheers, to the memories.My first story of reflection involves, "The Musical Comedy Murders of 1940, Shelley Jiles, a disco party, Bonnie Bonneville, and a raccoon with a bad attitude.So there it was a cold, fall day back in 1995.  Two highschool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106668918060439398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106668918060439398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106668918060439398' title='Relections'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106660043713701831</id><published>2003-10-19T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T16:54:20.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - Bloody Sunday.</title><summary type='text'>Could I use a Bloody Mary right now?  You bet.  This is... I don't like blood and I don't like women.  I'll stick with the Mimosa's instead.  LOL... that word reminds me of Mammogram, in a bizarre way.  Weird.So what have I been up to?  Good question.  These past few days, not much of anything really.  Friday I went to work as usual - thankfully Queen Ugly wasn't there.  I knew she would give </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106660043713701831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106660043713701831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106660043713701831' title='Sunday - Bloody Sunday.'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106633158042946726</id><published>2003-10-16T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T14:13:00.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guestbook</title><summary type='text'>See the link below - USE IT!I like reading my fans comments...J&lt;!-- \/ GuestGEAR Code by http://htmlgear.com \/ --&gt;View My GuestbookSign My Guestbook&lt;!-- /\ End GuestGEAR Code /\ --&gt;Question, Comments, or Just Plain Bitching?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106633158042946726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106633158042946726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106633158042946726' title='Guestbook'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106633141422757633</id><published>2003-10-16T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T14:10:14.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it, Do it... Lick it now, Lick it good....</title><summary type='text'>HeyyyyyyyIt's Thursday.  A really nice day of the week.  So nice in fact that I decided not to go in to work today.  I figure, it is damn beautiful outside, the sun is shining, and I had an interview this morning that went really well, time to celebrate!We'll start with yesterday.  Wednesday, you know the routine.  Clean the house day.  Once again I was lazy as hell, however this time I didn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106633141422757633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106633141422757633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106633141422757633' title='Do it, Do it... Lick it now, Lick it good....'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106615528178694115</id><published>2003-10-14T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T19:54:01.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends in 'High' Places...</title><summary type='text'>... And NO, I'm not talking about Blake.Last night after work I bolted out of here - literally.  I was chatting on the phone with Ang heading over to meet Jenny after her band practice.  Ang and I shot the shit for a bit until Jenny, glowing as always, exited through the back door.  We decided it would be best to head over to the ghetto Big Boy in Troy (practically Clawson - but who's checking?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106615528178694115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106615528178694115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106615528178694115' title='Friends in &apos;High&apos; Places...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106609504662397040</id><published>2003-10-13T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T12:21:35.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Manic Monday</title><summary type='text'>Grrr... Sunday's here at the "Star" are so boring.  When I came into work yesterday my computer was turned off as well as all the other computers on my side of the building.  I figured this was a sign to sit upstairs with all the biddy people in Reacquisition.  I moseyed on upstairs and found a seat in the middle of the area right next to the biddiest of them all.  It is this group of "old" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106609504662397040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106609504662397040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609504662397040' title='Just another Manic Monday'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106609246414667523</id><published>2003-10-12T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T12:21:20.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To BANG or not to BANG - That is the Question.</title><summary type='text'>Aye - What a weekend.  Sorry for the delay in updating but the computers here at OnStar suck big elephant cock.  Here goes...Friday night after leaving this extremely dreadful place (and still no email from Carol) I rushed home.  I felt extremely lonely without the phone and needed access.  When I got home I had three messages... two of them from Greg.  I called him back right away and told him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106609246414667523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106609246414667523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609246414667523' title='To BANG or not to BANG - That is the Question.'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106580758503444765</id><published>2003-10-10T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T18:14:18.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML BLUES</title><summary type='text'>I suck - I can't do HTML.  Leave it to the computer geeks.Fuck yeah!  I got some HTML Code to work.  This is fun shit!How about this:Gary's Great AdventureNOW -after you notice that Gary hasn't updated his site in over a week!  Email Him...Would you write in your damn journal already, Bitch!I have been playing with HTML all day.  I'm learning some really cute stuff.  How exciting.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106580758503444765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106580758503444765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106580758503444765' title='HTML BLUES'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106573557373485815</id><published>2003-10-09T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T13:32:43.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Queer Five member is my match???</title><summary type='text'>Jai: Hot Fucking Latino Which Member from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy is your type? brought to you by QuizillaDamn!  I was really hoping for Kyan.  I like Jai... he's a fun guy.  Yummm.So... Tuesday night was pretty boring.  I skipped the gym (as usual).  I don't know what my problem is lately.  I just can't find any spare energy at all.  NONE.  I think I may need to get some good drugs to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106573557373485815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106573557373485815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106573557373485815' title='Which Queer Five member is my match???'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106555018470763528</id><published>2003-10-07T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T16:51:27.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Winner - DVD PLAYER!!!</title><summary type='text'>Every single day, sometimes two or three times a day I win a DVD player.  If only this was true.  Junk mail is quite a phenomenon these days.  Let us see today I got "Older women with amazing penetrations"; "Let your wanger grow up to 6 inches"; "Please take our survey to WIN WIN WIN"; "M.I.L.F. in the ass"; "Huge Breasted White Women Riding Huge Black Cocks"; "Secrets to Cheating E-Bay"; "Reduce</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106555018470763528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106555018470763528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106555018470763528' title='Instant Winner - DVD PLAYER!!!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106539896949731411</id><published>2003-10-05T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T19:09:29.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out this site</title><summary type='text'>http://www.msu.edu/~wolfgary/This is real comedy!  Even better that the bottom of the page states "Do not tell anyone about this".  LOL  Go GARY!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106539896949731411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106539896949731411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106539896949731411' title='Check out this site'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106537926888289712</id><published>2003-10-05T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T14:50:24.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS BOYS BOYS</title><summary type='text'>This seemingly is the Theme at Danny's 'dance' club in Windsor.  Hot men, totally naked, practically masturbating on stage right before your eyes.  This isn't to say that every single one of them is hot hot hot.  Just a few.  I can tell that a lot of women were "pulsating" (please refer to previous journal entry from Thurs. Oct 2).  Good times had by all.So I bolted out of work Friday night and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106537926888289712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106537926888289712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106537926888289712' title='BOYS BOYS BOYS'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106523095114126770</id><published>2003-10-03T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T20:29:10.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thieves...</title><summary type='text'>...can kiss my royal red ass!What the hell?  So naturally this morning, I could not pull myself out o bed.  Silly me set the wrong alarm (I have two on my clock) so it woke me up half an hour early... right in the middle of REM sleep.  That is the worst.  I went back to bed and slept for another half an hour which was a complete mistake.  It took me fifteen minutes to get up after that... yuck.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106523095114126770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106523095114126770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106523095114126770' title='Thieves...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106514874989038916</id><published>2003-10-02T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T14:53:21.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Boys, Pornography and Bottle Returns... ohh my!</title><summary type='text'>Wow... it has been a few days since I updated... sorry all.I haven't really had much to report recently and to be honest have not been in the best of spirits to update.I can't say that this has been the most interesting week of my life.  I've been chatting/ emailing with a very nice young man named Tim (T).  For all of you fashion Diva's out there - you now have some flavorful competition.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106514874989038916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106514874989038916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106514874989038916' title='Bad Boys, Pornography and Bottle Returns... ohh my!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-107825488867017417</id><published>2003-09-30T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:38:21.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the Biggest "Fill In The Blank" of them all?</title><summary type='text'>I'll let you decide...Here is the latest drama with my current roommate, the "fill in the blank" (in order of appearance in our respective email accounts)... ENJOY!  I have.  HA HA HA  I've been dying to post regarding this subject, but decided early on that it was best to not post considering Ang only searches my blog for her name.  To the best of my knowledge she doesn't read anything, except</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107825488867017417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/107825488867017417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#107825488867017417' title='Who&apos;s the Biggest &quot;&lt;em&gt;Fill In The Blank&lt;/em&gt;&quot; of them all?'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106480093431204525</id><published>2003-09-28T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T14:52:52.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot HOt HOT!  **Reminder - Don't take 'candy' from strangers**</title><summary type='text'>Tailgating at UofM is far different from the tailgating at MSU.  Still fun - but not quite as fabulous.  Saturday morning I got up at a grueling 7:45 am.  YUCK.  I was a little nervous because my dad was picking me up at 8:30 and he can be such a crab ass.  Sometimes I think my dad is bi-polar only because one minute he is in such a good mood and other times he can be a real prick.  Yesterday was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106480093431204525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106480093431204525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106480093431204525' title='Hot HOt HOT!  **Reminder - Don&apos;t take &apos;candy&apos; from strangers**'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106462135588394759</id><published>2003-09-26T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T19:36:44.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chief - what's the craze?</title><summary type='text'>Since when did it become cool to call people, chief?  I was in the bathroom yesterday and some guy was like "what's up chief?  First of all, I don't want to be talked to when I am peeing, and second of all, I don't know you, and even if I did I wouldn't allow you to call me chief, so don't.  That and don't call me "buddy".  Yeah, he was also like - "Have a good day, buddy".  OMG... why don't you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106462135588394759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106462135588394759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106462135588394759' title='Chief - what&apos;s the craze?'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106453647158270024</id><published>2003-09-25T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T20:13:29.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotch - the shit grows hair on your chest.</title><summary type='text'>Now I know why old men drink Scotch.  I am guessing after years of drinking vodka and rum, you've got to move on to bigger and questionably 'better' things.  Last night J. Ro. and I went to a Johnnie Walker Scotch tasting event at the Ritz Carlton in Dearborn.  What a blast we had... of course we both gagged several times.We'll start in the order that the events occurred for yesterday (and part</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106453647158270024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106453647158270024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106453647158270024' title='Scotch - the shit grows hair on your chest.'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106435651110748527</id><published>2003-09-23T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:35:10.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><summary type='text'>I can't seem to understand why I am having these bizarre dreams.  I keep dreaming about my old boss (that wicked bitch of the East Maple).  She keeps popping into my dreams (nightmares with her) as this sweet innocent character desperately trying to get on my good side.  What is that all about?  That bitch can rot in hell... She offers me jobs, talks sweet to me... Although last night she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106435651110748527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106435651110748527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106435651110748527' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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-5780499.post-106428042626162632</id><published>2003-09-22T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T13:39:51.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY SHIT!</title><summary type='text'>So I wasn't going to write today, but now I have a reason to....Has anyone ever heard of the band "New Found Glory"?  I just enrolled Jordan Pundik's vehicle.... OMG.  I've never talked to a celebrity at work before, and despite my sickness right now, I am ecstatic.  I am an instant fan.  This guy is only twenty and is driving this pimped out truck.  One day I'm going to see him on that MTV car </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106428042626162632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780499/posts/default/106428042626162632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyswillbeboys.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106428042626162632' title='HOLY SHIT!'/><author><name>"The Author"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746067944415211740</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>
