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  <title>Daisherai:</title>
  <subtitle>in a perfect world, we're flawless.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Cindy</name>
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  <updated>2009-09-03T16:53:26Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:daisherai:13856</id>
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    <title>Psst, hey guys...</title>
    <published>2009-09-03T16:53:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-03T16:53:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Does anyone know anything about voice acting and voice overs?&amp;nbsp; Send me a message if you do.&amp;nbsp; All help will be rewarded with cookies!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:daisherai:13725</id>
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    <title>Holy crap!</title>
    <published>2009-08-31T17:53:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-31T17:53:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a three day weekend!  How sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the weekend are to go out to the lake, which I've already done -- and it was fantastic.  I have the sunburn to prove how much fun I had.  How do you burn in patches on bare legs?!  I look ridiculous, and I don't understand it.  But aside from the patch legs, I am going to have a killer tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans also include; going to the mall to return a pair of shoes, seeing Bonnie, spending time with Toben, shopping with mom, and getting a new cell phone cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should leave me enough time to still lay around, get a really good start on Kushiel's Dart (which promises to be excellent), have some good sex, watch some MXC, and catch up on a few of those movies we borrowed.&amp;nbsp; Woo-Hoo!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:daisherai:13293</id>
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    <title>Hey</title>
    <published>2009-04-14T05:14:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-14T05:14:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Does anyone know what the symbol in this link is, or where it's from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://patcarlucci.deviantart.com/art/--118973143"&gt;http://patcarlucci.deviantart.com/art/--118973143&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know, please comment here, send me an e-mail, msn me or let me know.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:daisherai:12994</id>
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    <title>?</title>
    <published>2009-03-02T23:10:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-02T23:10:55Z</updated>
    <category term="guitar hero"/>
    <lj:music>Guitar Hero</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What is it about Guitar Hero that makes is to damn addictive?&amp;nbsp; I....just...can't...stop...playing...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:daisherai:12621</id>
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    <title>25 things</title>
    <published>2009-02-07T01:39:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-07T01:39:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Because everyone else is cross-posting this from facebook, here's mine.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;You are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not going to tag anyone here on LJ.  Instead I'm just going to tell everyone that reads this and wants to do it, to just do it.  Like Nike.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 25 Random Things&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1. I am more comfortable traveling then staying in one place&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 2. I spend too much time playing video games&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 3. I have 1 sister&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 4. I can name all 7 dwarfs, and all Santa's Reindeer, but I can't remember my parent's birthdays&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 5. I'm a writer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 6. I hate people that are stuck-up&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 7. I stole a car when I was a teenager&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 8. I would rather listen to others then talk about myself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 9. I'm a private person&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 10. I would rather be friends with guys then girls&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 11. I am not a pet person&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 12. I've helped to fly an airplane&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 13. I've been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 14. I never want to have children&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 15. I love all stupid comedy movies&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 16. I would have voted for Obama&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 17. There have been four times in my life I thought I was honestly going to die&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 18. I'm an Atheist&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 19. I don't say &amp;quot;I love you&amp;quot; unless I really mean it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 20. I'm a Libra&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 21. I don't like vampires&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 22. I would love to spend a few weeks in Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 23. I don't like TV&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 24. I've worked in a porn store&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 25. I want to live forever</content>
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    <title>Yuck</title>
    <published>2009-01-19T23:58:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-19T23:59:22Z</updated>
    <category term="wicked"/>
    <lj:music>Bram Stokers Dracula</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today is just not a good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's my day off, I have cramps from hell, my back hurts, and I had the strangest dreams.  I think they were a combination of taking a muscle relaxant and a T3 before bed, and reading the novel, Wicked.  If you don't know, Wicked is the story of the life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West.  If haven't read it, you simply must -- it's politically, sexually exciting and richly told.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imagery of Oz is colorful and beautiful, painting a picture of stunning Renaissance architecture meets high fantasy.  With races, dress, customs and mythologies following the same lines. It is crammed full of theological, ethical and moral issues that come off, not as preachy, but absolutely delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dialogue is amazingly fast paced, witty and intelligent, and the characters deep -- growing and developing with the story.&amp;nbsp; Every night I have to fight to put the book down -- but Wicked is something I want to savor.</content>
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    <title>Oooh!</title>
    <published>2009-01-18T02:37:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-18T02:37:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Attract an Aries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsigndoyouattractquiz/aries.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When aggressive, impulsive, egotistical Aries meet you, they've met their match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can step up to their challenges - and challenge them right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also let an Aries win when you're fighting, while slyly still getting your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shower your Aries with much needed praise and affection. But not so much affection that they get complacent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsigndoyouattractquiz/"&gt;What Sign Do You Attract?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... interesting, that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:daisherai:11821</id>
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    <title>Just stuff</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T12:28:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T12:30:13Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="musing"/>
    <content type="html">A month ago I was hired for a job in retail.  The pay was alright, the hours were decent, but it was pretty much an over Christmas thing, which was fine for me,  I was at a point where I was desperate enough to take anything.  I picked up the  job quickly, and four days after I started I get a call from my boss.  She tells me that the night manager quit and wants to know if I want the job.  I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only real issue is that except for our GM and the assistant manager, all of the staff are about as new as I am.  I find it hard to be in charge of people who I have no seniority over.  I know more about the management end, the till functions, and I came in knowing more about sales and customer relations then most people would ever want to.  I'm qualified.  Logically, I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My issue is that little voice that tells me I'm not.  It says she offered me the job because they couldn't find anyone else, that I have no business tasking other people, and that I need to work harder and be better no matter what I do.  This is the same voice that wants to sabotage any of my healthy eating habits by saying things like &amp;quot;why does it matter, you're never going to be the way you want?&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;just quit -- it's easier anyway.&amp;quot;  This same voice says I will never get published so why bother to write a novel; I'm a hack.  Or that I don't deserve what I want, or I don't need it, or I'll never get it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a logical stand point I can sit here and type that it's silly.  Everything that voice tells me is bullshit.  I'm great.  But, for some reason when it comes right down to it, I just can't wrap my head around that I am actually good enough.  I have confidence issues; most people wouldn't know it to meet me or spend time with me.  I don't put myself down (aloud, at least), and I always &lt;em&gt;seem&lt;/em&gt; to go for what I want when I want it, and speak my mind.  But just because people can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't feel I deserve anything, and that needs to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start getting a handle on my life.  I need to let a lot of things go and change my thinking.  Believe it or not, at one point when I was younger I had a healthy lifestyle.  I need to recapture that and start taking care of my body&amp;nbsp; -- really wanting it for reasons that are right for me.  I need to set real goals, write them down and make plans to get there, not just live a life of abstract ideas.  Most of all, I need to change how I see myself, and learn to really care about who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always defined myself by the people in my life or the man in my bed, and I can't do that.  It does me no good.  I can't spend my time waiting for the approval or love of other people -- I need to get that from myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship is ending in strange circumstances, I need to accept that.  It's not on bad terms, it's really what's best for both of us, and we both know that.  I have to look at it as what it is, an opportunity to start to really live my life as a whole, independent person; make my own money, have my own place and interests in the city I choose, and start to make life what I want it to be.  I need to work my ass off to get what I want, and feel the accomplishment of achievement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's going to be hard, I don't want it to be easy -- I want it to be earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Musing</title>
    <published>2008-12-06T15:42:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-06T15:43:17Z</updated>
    <category term="broccoli"/>
    <category term="guru jim"/>
    <category term="musing"/>
    <category term="cookies"/>
    <lj:music>Prism -- Spaceship Superstar</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why can't broccoli taste like cookies? Would it be too weird to eat if it did?  Could I get passed the fact it was broccoli, even though it tasted like cookies? Would I start to like the taste of cookies less? In turn, do you suppose cookies would have to taste like broccoli? It makes sense, otherwise where would the broccoli taste go?  Could something like cookie flavored broccoli really catch on?  Could it make me famous -- at least a little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were internet famous would I be happier that I was well known or less happy because it was for something silly like being internet famous? Could I create broccoli that tasted like cookies, but only market it on the internet? And maybe get really internet famous, and for a while everyone would know me and keep track of my goings on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, maybe something would happen, like; the broccoli would start doing something strange to people, or someone more clever then me would invent actual cookies that contain no calories, and I would slip into internet obscurity. Maybe ten years later I could be on an internet version of Dancing With The Stars -- only, instead of dancing (because it's over a computer), it would be called Computing With The Stars, and I would have webcamming, blogging, and &lt;em&gt;how many friends can I get on Facebook&lt;/em&gt; competitions with others who were once internet famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges would be Bill Gates, the creators of Firefox, and Dave Coulier from Full House.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would amaze people with my skills, and in the end it would be me against that crazy kid on Youtube who made all those videos saying, &amp;quot;leave Britney alone!&amp;quot;  He would do well, but Bill Gates would've had it out for him from the start because Bill didn't want people to 'leave Britney alone.'  So, Bill gives the Youtube kid a low score and I end up winning Computing With The Stars.  I tell everyone how happy I am and thank everyone who I competed against (even though in a way that's kind of insulting, but I still would -- I'm snide like that).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd go on to host a few Internet broadcasts of E! Entertainment, and Sports Center, but then a new season of Computing With The Stars starts, and people start to forget about me.  I'm pretty much back to where I started until the next person wins -- then I get a brief mention and an interview.  Bill Gates was even more brutal on season 2, and people ask me if I think he is unjustly mean.  I say &amp;quot;no, he's not mean.  He's a good guy, it's just the industry, you know?&amp;quot;  Even though what I really want to say is; &amp;quot;yes!  He's a real jerk!  Sometimes he would say how much he wished we were all there in person so he could throw copies of Windows ME at us, and piss in our general direction.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I would decide that being famous wasn't so hot, and make a revolutionary journey to find myself.  I wouldn't be able to afford to go to Tibet, or spend time in a Buddhist temple, so I'd have to journey as far as 25 bucks and a Snickers bar would take me and prostrate myself at the feet of a man in a lime green dashiki named Guru Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guru Jim would change my name to Wild Orchid Star, and would tell me that to be naked and unadorned under God's warm sun is truly the greatest gift of life.  He would say that change is nothing more then the blowing of the wind and our existence a drop in the well of eternity.  Then, when I was ready, Guru Jim would take my hand and tell me to trust in the Universe, feel the souls of all things, and step foot out -- over that precipice that is reason and logic, and fall -- no -- glide beyond all sight and sound, into the world of feeling.  To see as God intended, and live, free in the knowledge that we are all one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would spend many hours in meditation and thought until I emerged from the tutelage of Guru Jim, new and changed and whole.  Then I would go home, and spread that word to all who would listen, and even those who didn't.  I would get the attention of the internet that had shunned me, and there would be blogs and videos about me.  But I, who was above those things, would only smile, and carry on in my true enlightenment.  Soon, the media would get wind of me, and reporters would interview me, and I would become the topic of much interest.  I would tell the word of the Universe as taught to me by Guru Jim.  Movies would be made about it, books written, and a revolution started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would try to find the Guru, but like an epiphany just out of reach, he would have disappeared.  Such, I would rationalize, was the will of the Universe.  In his stead, and by his word, I would form a religion -- backed by movies, books, media and the internet.  I would convert more then all other religions combined, and become more powerful then any world leader.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I would teach that there is no need for government, or politics, only the ways of the Universe, and because the message was so strong and I had so many followers, the United Nations, and all governments would have no choice but to make me supreme ruler of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus I would rule as queen, from a giant palace I would have had constructed out of marble, and titanium, and some really cool-looking beads.  Everything would be mine, from the smallest speck of dust, to the largest ocean.  None would dare challenge my rule, for my numbers would&amp;rsquo;ve become too great, and my influence too staggering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With power, sadly, comes the want to use it and soon enough I and my closest followers would become corrupt.  We would take the lessons of Guru Jim and twist and pollute them to create more power, and more money &amp;ndash; but more then that, to keep the people in line.  We would be scared to lose them, and lose the power we&amp;rsquo;d acquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would lay down new laws and doctrines based on what we needed and wanted, and to protect us personally whether or not it was for the greater good.  Then we would crush any who stood against us in the name of unity, oneness and the Universe.  If anyone asked we would tell them that the Universe had told us it was to be so, and we would make lessons and more laws based on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much blood would spill and many would die.  Nations would collapse until all that was left was the mighty, righteous power of my will.  Then, with that power I would slowly crush all those that ever upset me, and I would find Guru Jim.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would be in a small cafe in Amsterdam, reading Nietzsche.  He would tell me how he had seen what I&amp;rsquo;d done and how it hurt him deeply, and that he was sad and shamed.  He would say how he wept for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be angry -- how dare he, after all that I had done?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would laugh at how foolish he was, and how pathetic he seemed.  I would flex my power, but Guru Jim would just sigh, and shake his head.  In a rage, I would kill him, and tell all with me that he was corrupt.  They would listen, some reluctantly, but those I would sway or remove, because none would question me, and none would question my inner circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it would be for many years, as I got old, and my children got old, and their children after.  Then slowly, the world would change.  People would be born that had never known me -- never known the world before me, and only knew that they were miserable, and forced to live as they didn&amp;rsquo;t like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people would rise up and fight the power.  Some would win, others would not, and with war after war, battle after battle, and with each new generation born and martyr made, the power would wear away.  War would burn like a raging inferno, and it would be stifling -- but nothing burns forever.  Eventually the rain of hope and victory, of free thinking and doing would fall, snuffing the fires and cleansing the battle fields of its charred and broken carnage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would believe as they chose and do as they felt.  Slowly new laws would come to replace the old, and the old that remained would change to fit the new world and the people in it.  Time would progress, and men and women would rise to power, breaking down old walls and barriers while setting others up anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time would continue -- it always does, and before long, the days before would be forgotten.  Someone would sit in their home, wondering what it would be like to be famous, and thinking maybe they could do it with something as silly as broccoli that tastes like cookies&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Cat Fur, Why Do You Mock Me!?</title>
    <published>2008-11-26T21:48:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-26T21:51:50Z</updated>
    <category term="cats"/>
    <category term="fur"/>
    <category term="dogs"/>
    <lj:music>You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspirng</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There is cat hair everywhere!  I don't know what the deal is with these cats, but since Toben has one black cat and one orange and white, it seems like I just can't win.  My black clothes are taking it the hardest, and being that 50% of my wardrobe is black  (no, not a goth, I work in retail, and black is a good color for matching dress separates with), I feel like my life is spent with cat fur covering my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lint roller - it helps, until I set foot outside my room and I get into the area where the cats are allowed.   I really don't like cat fur - not even a little (and the fact I have a slight allergy doesn't help).  I knew he had cats when we moved in together, and while I wasn't thrilled, it wasn't a big deal -- or so I thought.  I'd had cats most of my life up to that point, however, I had primarily outdoor cats, and these little critters are full-time indoor cats.&amp;nbsp; BIG difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The litter box is an issue unto itself, and they are both really... needy.  Every time I leave my room they are there, meowing, purring - waiting for me like love-sick stalkers.  I've told them both very bluntly that I do not like them, and am not interested in spending time with them, but that seems to only encourage their behavior.  But all of  that pales in comparison to all the fur!  I am not the type of person to want to vacuum the house daily just to clean up after animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated -- and, so I've discovered (and much to my surprise) not a cat person.  Maybe I am not a pet person at all, though I did alright with my sister's puppy, Alice, when she was down here.  Though, I know just watching a dog for a few days and owning one are totally different things.  Still, I really enjoyed the time with Alice -- she did like to pee on the floor, but it was an easy clean up, and she did really well for only being partially potty trained.  We had fun on our walks, and she was trainable in a way that cats don't seem to be.  More to the point, she responded to my style of obedience in a way that cats don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will have to spend more time with dogs before I rule out not being a a pet person, but I think I am done with cats.</content>
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    <title>Prop 8 and Gay Marriage</title>
    <published>2008-11-24T01:48:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-24T01:49:00Z</updated>
    <category term="prop 8"/>
    <category term="gay marriage"/>
    <content type="html">A very powerful commentary on the vote of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California_Proposition_8_(2008)"&gt;Prop 8&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world we live in, with all the progress we've made, the miles we've traveled and the steps we have taken, it's sad that this is still an issue.  It's sad that it even has to be.  We deserve to live in a world where love matters and is encouraged, not shunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, any kind of love is fine, it's your hate you have to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="3" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>daisherai @ 2008-11-09T17:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-10T01:12:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T01:12:04Z</updated>
    <category term="gang-bang"/>
    <category term="orgy"/>
    <category term="swinging"/>
    <lj:music>Sexy - French Affair</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was just reading the journal of someone I know (she seems to have the MOST interesting adventures, I swear!) and she was talking about orgies and swinging.  I'm not by any means anti either of those things, and anyone who knows me will know that I am all for sex, sex and more sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I just don't understand the idea of any type of group sex when you are part of a couple.  I can't wrap my brain around it.  I'm way too possessive for that, I suppose.  What's mine is mine, and I find something so very sexy about someone who feels the same way.  (Now, orgies when you're single - that is a horse of a different color!  MMF hotness FTW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am seeing a guy and I see another woman put her hands on him, I have this deep need to just want to kill a bitch.  And if I see him touch her, I want to slap him until he bleeds.  Maybe I'm just old fashioned like that.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I find the idea of couples who swing really interesting (maybe &lt;em&gt;because &lt;/em&gt;I don't understand it.)   I've heard people say that it adds spice to their sex lives, and I guess I can see that part - kind of like having your cake and eating it too.  You can get good and unholy fucked by that guy you're into, and not have to worry that it's cheating on the person you're with.  At the same time, if you are wanting to fuck other people to the point you are actually doing it, then why are you in a committed relationship?  (Yes, I know a relationship is more then sex - yes, even for me - but even with your partner knowing about it, I still see a bit of a loss of loyalty.&amp;nbsp; Aren't your pussy and his cock something to be saved for one another?)&amp;nbsp; Then again, if you're doing it together, is it just something you two are sharing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it wouldn't work for me.&amp;nbsp; And in all my orgy fantasies, I've never been a part of a couple, nor has anyone else involved in the act.&amp;nbsp; Well - with the exception of one, but that really doesn't count as an orgy - more of a gang-bang, I think.&amp;nbsp; And the couple wasn't exactly a couple, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... more proof I have way too much time on my hands.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:daisherai:10734</id>
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    <title>Obama</title>
    <published>2008-11-09T18:20:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-09T18:20:37Z</updated>
    <category term="ellen"/>
    <category term="obama"/>
    <lj:music>Nothin'</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just came across this on youtube and thought it was pretty good.  Obama's got the moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:daisherai:10383</id>
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    <title>Rogers Wireless is horrible</title>
    <published>2008-11-05T17:28:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-05T17:28:06Z</updated>
    <category term="george carlin quote"/>
    <category term="rogers wireless"/>
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    <content type="html">Long story short, I have no money, and my cell phone was turned off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Crappy, but it happens - I was trying my best to pay the bill, but clearly it wasn't good enough because they informed me that if I didn't pay 500 bucks on the spot they would shut the phone off.&amp;nbsp; Whatever - turn it off then, I am having enough issues trying to pay my rent, let alone a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call them and ask that; if, while my phone is turned off, if they can take all of the features off of it (because they are still going to charge me all my monthly fees), so that when I am able to pay them, I won't have to pay so much.&amp;nbsp; Well, it seems they can't make any changes to your account while the service is suspended.&amp;nbsp; The hell?&amp;nbsp; I get that I owe them money - fine.&amp;nbsp; I get that they turned off my phone - fine.&amp;nbsp; I get that on top of what I am going to owe, I will also have to pay a 25 dollar fee to get the phone turned back on (that's a lot of money for some asshole to press a button), but still - fine.&amp;nbsp; But, what why the hell can't they take services off so it will make the bill easier to pay back, and I can get it turned back on sooner?&amp;nbsp; I'll tell you why.&amp;nbsp; Because they are money hungry blood suckers, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dumbest thing I have ever heard.&amp;nbsp; Whether the account is suspended or not, they should still be able to edit it on the computer - but my guess is that even if they wanted to, the customer service reps wouldn't be allowed to because the executives of Rogers (those capitalist jerks) had the software designed so that is not an option, or at the very least will penalize agents that alter services on suspended accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, because of this, I will be getting charged an additional 100 dollars a month (my normal monthly fee), on top of what I already owe, so I don't know when I will ever get it paid back.&amp;nbsp; Just one more way that those corporate assholes found to suck even more money out me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is just Rogers or not, but it's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of something George Carlin once said: &amp;quot;whoever coined the phrase &lt;em&gt;let the buyer beware &lt;/em&gt;was probably bleeding from the asshole at the time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Christmas and Warcraft</title>
    <published>2008-10-30T13:24:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-30T14:09:18Z</updated>
    <category term="warcraft"/>
    <category term="christmas"/>
    <category term="bed"/>
    <lj:music>Stupid Boy - Keith Urban</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow... one day, three posts!  I'm having a blogging day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The bedroom is so screwed up right now.  I stuffed everything here and there to make room to move in the new bed and now Sir Francis Drake couldn't find my journal with directions and a GPS tracking system.  Yeah, it is &lt;em&gt;that bad&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But at least I finally have a nice king-sized bed to roll around on in the night.&amp;nbsp; And new 450 thread-count sheets to boot!&amp;nbsp; Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming up, and I've decided this year, I don't want to do gifts.&amp;nbsp; Really, I don't.&amp;nbsp; I'm not a Grinch - okay, I am kind of a Grinch - but that's not the point.&amp;nbsp; The point is that I don't want anything.&amp;nbsp; Well, unless someone is going to get me that Viper GTS I've always wanted, or can put on the magic hat and restore everything from my hard drive crash.&amp;nbsp; So, since there is nothing I want, I don't want anyone to buy me anything - and since no one is buying me anything, I'm not buying gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still eat all the good Christmas food, and get myself all fat and jolly.&amp;nbsp; I'll see the family, and get so drunk I&amp;nbsp;can't stand up (ah, Christmas traditions), and generally enjoy myself - I just won't be getting or giving...er... at least as far as presents go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on a totally unrelated note - I'm going to rape the entirety of Blizzard Entertainment with a massive, spiked dildo.&amp;nbsp; How much down time does one server need!?&amp;nbsp; To quote the infamous Nyhm: &amp;quot;Hi Bliz... know what a server is?&amp;nbsp; Wanna stop messing them up everytime we have a manintence?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; I know the patch was huge, and I know there were a lot of bugs, but dis be freking stoopid!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it together already, Jesus Christ on a Pogostick!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; /rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... I think that's it.&amp;nbsp; I should probably sleep now... sleep - pfft!&amp;nbsp; Who sleeps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>daisherai @ 2008-10-30T06:49:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-30T12:53:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-30T14:04:04Z</updated>
    <category term="barbara stanwyck"/>
    <lj:music>Supertramp - The Logical Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I snagged this from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_avianity' lj:user='avianity' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://avianity.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://avianity.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;avianity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .  So, very fitting.  As I keep saying, I was born in the wrong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Classic Dames Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Barbara Stanwyck&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;You scored 38% grit, 38% wit, 19% flair,  and 24% class!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/users/850/490/8504912322575776397/mt1124295377.jpg" width="" height="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're a tough dame, a bit of a spitfire, and you can even be a little dangerous, but you do it with such flair that almost all is forgiven (and even when it's not, you're still the most interesting woman in the room). You can be witty and charming, all right, but you have a tough streak that keeps you focused and sometimes deadly. You've had quite a climb to get where you are, but you're a hard worker and you mostly deserve all you get...and then some. You might end up destroying everything around you, but you must admit...you've got style. Your leading men include Henry Fonda, Fred MacMurray, and when you forget yourself, Gary Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8651547809586515731"&gt;Classic Leading Man Test&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-classic-dames-test"&gt;Take The Classic Dames Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Happy B-day</title>
    <published>2008-10-30T12:19:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-30T12:19:47Z</updated>
    <category term="gyda b-day"/>
    <lj:music>Inside The Fire - Disturbed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Happy Birthday &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_gyda_in_calgary' lj:user='gyda_in_calgary' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://gyda-in-calgary.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://gyda-in-calgary.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;gyda_in_calgary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Um... yeah.</title>
    <published>2008-10-26T13:12:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-26T13:12:51Z</updated>
    <category term="jobs"/>
    <category term="whining"/>
    <lj:music>Song 19</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hm... the lack of a job is really kicking my ass.&amp;nbsp; Actually, less like 'kicking', and more like screwing with an non-lubed, spiked dildo.&amp;nbsp; I don't recall ever having been this broke, and that is saying something.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm forced into a more limited job selection, I see how much I really took for granted my working options up to this point.&amp;nbsp; There was a time -- and not too long ago, I might add -- that I could take most any job that came along, and work it with at least average success.&amp;nbsp; Fast food, retail, factory work, waitressing, blahblahblah.&amp;nbsp; My only limitations for the work I could take were qualifications - which, for most jobs where I'm concerned, are not a big deal.&amp;nbsp; I've always been qualified enough to get my foot in the door, or at least an interview, and was able to BS&amp;nbsp;the rest until I actually learned it.&amp;nbsp; A lot of jobs are easy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having the issues I do with my back, and not being able to work on my feet for too long, i find my selections limited, and the jobs I can take to be needing more in the way of qualifications -- at least more then I have, or can Bullshit my way though.&amp;nbsp; I've burned through all the call centers in this city over the years, and try as I might, it seems I don't have the qualifications needed to get an interview in the reception, admin or data entry feilds.&amp;nbsp; All of the hotels that I've been too have no front desk openings, and though I do have some limited managment qualifications, it would only be to places in the service industry where I would pretty much have to stand, lift and act as a regular worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frusterated by the opprotunities I don't seem to have at the moment, and even more so by all the years I took for granted complaning about jobs that I would kick a baby to have now.&amp;nbsp; I'm so talented, it seems a shame that I don't seem to be able to get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now.&amp;nbsp; Just some muddled thoughts and aggravations.&amp;nbsp; Bleh!</content>
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    <title>Newness</title>
    <published>2008-10-12T17:18:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-12T17:18:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been a long time since I posted here, but I decided I wanted to take up blogging again because it seems I have a lot of time on my hands, and any writing I can do is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I made myself a journal for all my stories a while back, but I don't know if I ever posted the link here.  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chained-abraxas.livejournal.com/"&gt;Chained Abraxas&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, not too much newness to report.&amp;nbsp; Man, is life really that boring, or have I just done things and I don't think they're that interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>You've waited this long for... this..?</title>
    <published>2008-06-07T11:21:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-07T11:21:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;form action="http://chaz.bdmonkeys.net/battle.php" method="get"&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="400" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="1" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="color:red;font-family=&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Your Battle Cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbb77" align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="margin:10px;font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:16px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;font face="old english text mt,old english text" size="+3"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;triding through the mini-mall parking lot, attacking with a sharpened screwdriver, cometh &lt;b&gt;Daisherai&lt;/b&gt;! And she gives a bloodthirsty cry:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:11px;font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:18px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ares, God of War, be praised! I carve into flesh like a four-year-old on a sugar rampage!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#aaaaaa"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:14px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter username: &lt;input type="text" name="usrname" value="daisherai"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;input type="radio" name="sex" value="f" checked="checked"&gt;a girl, or &lt;input type="radio" name="sex" value="m"&gt;a guy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Submit"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="color:red;font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:12px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;created by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/beatings/"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc00ff" face="times new roman"&gt;beatings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;:&lt;b&gt; powered by &lt;a href="http://www.bdmonkeys.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc00ff" face="times new roman"&gt;monkeys&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Who knew</title>
    <published>2007-08-19T00:01:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-19T00:01:56Z</updated>
    <category term="great"/>
    <content type="html">Life is so strange.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having one of the worst days I'd ever had today.  Hell, this who week things seem to have gone from bad to worse.  I ruined a brand new $400.00 cell phone, and had to spend $200.00 to replace it (not to mention getting roped into a 3-year contract with my horrible cell phone provider over this phone).  I had to apply back to a job I hate at a place I swore I would never work for again, I've gained almost 2lbs over the last few weeks (hey, it's a big deal to me), I've gotten writers block and can't seem to get my bearings on my novel, everything is costing me money that I don't have, and life - in general - has been horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today, after running around the mall, almost in tears over that stupid cellphone situation, I check my e-mail.  I used to post to a lot of communities that I was interested in, some having a lot to do with emotional/psychological things.  In my e-mail inbox I find a reply to a comment I made to someone in one of those communities.  I made this reply several months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist of this person's reply to me was that my message gave them hope, and made them believe that things were going to be alright.  That turned the tide of my whole week.  Knowing that I was able to do that for someone is greater then the petty, bad things I was worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to mention who this was or what was said, but it was amazing to hear!  This has been a really great day.</content>
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    <title>Oh, the drama!</title>
    <published>2007-05-04T11:50:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-04T11:50:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes, when I get bored, I read through various LJ communities.  The dramas, the funny, funny dramas.  What &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; these people not doing that they have so much time for the dramas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are artistically inclined, or have experience with online art communities, you might want to check this out for a laugh.  &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/artists_beware/134984.html"&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/artists_beware/134984.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just one of the goldmines of drama I found today.</content>
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    <title>Best quiz</title>
    <published>2007-04-24T03:41:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-24T03:41:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Snagged from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_quillblade' lj:user='quillblade' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://quillblade.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://quillblade.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;quillblade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  You all should take this, it's one of the coolest quizes out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;	&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=236602-ed90&amp;amp;srv=iwebcl4" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>More Quizes -- so bored.</title>
    <published>2007-02-22T13:51:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-22T13:55:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The vampire bats</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was up late, bored and online.  Naturally, I took quizzes.  Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="roundboxTopWrap"&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxTopInt"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxContent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(69, 122, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    , you're now &lt;span style="color: rgb(15, 60, 172);"&gt;logged in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Below you'll find your test result. After, continue on to your&lt;br /&gt;   homescreen to discover what we're about.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="/home"&gt;&lt;u&gt;continue to OkCupid homescreen &amp;gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxBotWrap"&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxBotInt"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt;
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     &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smartass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You are 57% Rational, 85% Extroverted, 100% Brutal, and 100% Arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;
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     &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You are the Smartass!  You are rational, extroverted, brutal, and arrogant.  In fact, you could very well be the anti-Christ, as you are almost the exact opposite of everything Jesus was supposed to be.  While Jesus says love your enemy, you say love beating the crap out of your enemy.  While Jesus raises the dead, you raise hell.  While Jesus walks on water, you tend to sink.  You probably consider people who are emotional and gentle to be big pussies who are obviously in lesser stature than you.  You have many flaws, despite your seeming intelligence and cool-headedness.  For instance, you aren't very nice.  In fact, you're probably an asshole.  And you are conceited and self-centered.  Not only that, but you are very loud and vocal about all this, seeing as how you are extroverted.  There is no better way to describe you than as a "smartass", I'm afraid.  Perhaps just "ass" would do, too.  But that's a little less literary and descriptive.  At any rate, your main personality defect is the fact that you are self-centered, mean, uncaring, and brutally logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To put it less negatively:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.  You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.  You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.  You are more BRUTAL than gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.  You are more ARROGANT than humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compatibility:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your exact opposite is the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Emo Kid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other personalities you would probably get along with are the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Capitalist Pig&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Braggart&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Sociopath&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way.  For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well.  Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The other personality types:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Emo Kid&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Starving Artist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Bitch-Slap&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Brute&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hippie&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Schoolyard Bully&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Class Clown&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Robot&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Haughty Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Spiteful Loner&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Sociopath&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hand-Raiser&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Braggart&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Capitalist Pig&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Smartass&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to take my &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=13372526327873131397"&gt;Sublime Philosophical Crap Test&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested in taking a slightly more &lt;i&gt;intellectual&lt;/i&gt; test that has just as many insane ramblings as this one does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About Saint_Gasoline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a self-proclaimed pseudo-intellectual who loves dashes.  I enjoy science, philosophy, and fart jokes and water balloons, not necessarily in that order.  I spend 95% of my time online, and the other 5% of my time in the bathroom, longing to get back on the computer.  If, God forbid, you somehow find me amusing instead of crass and annoying, be sure to check out my blog and my webcomic at &lt;a href="http://www.saintgasoline.com"&gt;SaintGasoline.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Rationality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Extroversion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Brutality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Arrogance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4741219933576750506"&gt;The Personality Defect Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=saint_gasoline"&gt;saint_gasoline&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="roundboxTopWrap"&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxTopInt"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxContent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(69, 122, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    , you're now &lt;span style="color: rgb(15, 60, 172);"&gt;logged in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Below you'll find your test result. After, continue on to your&lt;br /&gt;   homescreen to discover what we're about.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="/home"&gt;&lt;u&gt;continue to OkCupid homescreen &amp;gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxBotWrap"&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxBotInt"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt;
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     &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Satan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You scored 85% Pride, 80% Envy, 55% Ambition,  and 80% Deceitfulness!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;
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     &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You are Satan, the consummate villain, and the ascendant figure in the unholy trinity.  Throughout history you have been called The Serpent, The Accuser, The Devil, Lucifer, The Prince of the Power of the Air, and The Dragon, among other things.  Your "compatriots" in the unholy trinity, the Antichrist and the False Prophet, are merely pawns in your futile struggle with God.  Though, they probably don’t know this.  This is because you are a master of deception; indeed the Bible calls you "The Father of All Lies".  You are also very ambitious, and you strive to be in positions of the utmost authority.  Unfortunately, it was impossible for you to obtain the highest title in heaven and this is part of the reason why you decided to leave.  Of course, you couldn’t just leave by yourself, so you managed to use your deceptive abilities to get one third of the angels in heaven to join with you in revolt.  God put down the rebellion and expelled you from heaven.  To most people, it would seem foolish to start a war against God, but pride can sometimes cause people to do foolish things.  In heaven, you were the most beautiful and powerful of all angels and you were well aware of this.  Unfortunately, you let your pride consume you and your passions led you down the road to perdition.  After you were expelled from heaven, you let another one of your attributes consume you—envy.  You knew that you could never defeat God, but you could attempt to destroy humanity, his most beloved creation.  Your goal is to bring as many people as possible to suffer in Hell with you.  Fortunately for you, but unfortunately for the rest of us, you’ve been endowed with all of the attributes necessary (deceptiveness, confidence, ruthlessness, and ambition) to do a terribly good job at this.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OTHER BIBLICAL VILLAINS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=0"&gt;A Child of Israel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=1"&gt;The Serpent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=2"&gt;The Phillistine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=3"&gt;Judas Iscariot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=4"&gt;Jonah &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=5"&gt;The Demon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=6"&gt;The Fallen Angel &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=7"&gt;The False Prophet &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=8"&gt;Goliath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=9"&gt;Pharaoh &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=10"&gt;King Nebuchadnezzar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=11"&gt;Caiaphas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=12"&gt;King Saul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=13"&gt;Cain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=14"&gt;The Antichrist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=10531125146878970544&amp;amp;category=15"&gt;Satan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;
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  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Pride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Envy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Ambition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Deceitfulness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=10531125146878970544"&gt;The Which Biblical Villain Are You Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=MetalliScats"&gt;MetalliScats&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was right.  According to my answers, I will be the death of God.  Get it in, get it in, get it out... awww-right.</content>
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