<?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-5420067</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:28:55.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>petals of dusk</title><subtitle type='html'>let me in</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420067.post-106789815848772186</id><published>2003-11-03T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:22:36.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/T1000/1063921360_DNiceKillerBirth.JPG" border="0" alt="fdss"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello, (insert name here)! The whole world would&lt;br&gt;know you by your birth name. You would not have&lt;br&gt;a special name, or you would not be unknown.&lt;br&gt;Everything you do would be recognized. You&lt;br&gt;would leave things in the open. You hate&lt;br&gt;getting caught in things you do, since it may&lt;br&gt;tend to happen a lot. That is why, I must say,&lt;br&gt;that you would probably get caught faster and&lt;br&gt;easier than usual. You may just be famous for&lt;br&gt;your slaughters, and then forgotten after&lt;br&gt;you're off the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/T1000/quizzes/What%20Would%20Your%20Serial%20Killer%20Name%20Be%3F%20What%20Would%20the%20Public%20Know%20You%20As%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Would Your Serial Killer Name Be? What Would the Public Know You As?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-106789815848772186?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789815848772186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789815848772186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789815848772186' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-106789801822150927</id><published>2003-11-03T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:20:16.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/eas73/1058590249_turesjack5.JPG" border="0" alt="jack and eliz on island"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are "Welcome to the Caribbean, love."&lt;br&gt;You're more than a little world-weary, but also&lt;br&gt;intelligent and you keep your head when things&lt;br&gt;get dodgy.  You're everybody's favorite&lt;br&gt;drinking buddy, but your stubbornness does get&lt;br&gt;in the way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/eas73/quizzes/Which%20one%20of%20Captain%20Jack%20Sparrow's%20bizarre%20sayings%20from%20Pirates%20of%20the%20Caribbean%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-106789801822150927?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789801822150927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789801822150927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789801822150927' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-106789789578990624</id><published>2003-11-03T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:18:14.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060130263_likespring.jpg" border="0" alt="Season = Spring"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Most Like The Season Spring ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh faced, with a young outlook on life - you&lt;br&gt;smile at the world and expect it to smile back&lt;br&gt;at you. You're mostly a bubbly, fun - innocent&lt;br&gt;person. Described as cute possibly. However,&lt;br&gt;you're a little naive about things and tend to&lt;br&gt;be a little too trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;As the first season, It Makes you the youngest -&lt;br&gt;and so most immature - but people are inclined&lt;br&gt;to look out for and protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done... You're the most fun of the seasons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Season%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Season Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-106789789578990624?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789789578990624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789789578990624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789789578990624' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-106789773223444934</id><published>2003-11-03T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:16:16.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/fireyprincess4u/1059423856_minedisney.gif" border="0" alt="Jasmine"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Jasmine from Aladdin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/fireyprincess4u/quizzes/What%20Disney%20Princess%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Disney Princess are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-106789773223444934?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789773223444934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789773223444934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789773223444934' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-106789751590162816</id><published>2003-11-03T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:11:54.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/teffie/1036292365_eardumbass.gif" border="0" alt="dumbass"&gt;&lt;br&gt;god you dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/teffie/quizzes/What%20swear%20word%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What swear word are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-106789751590162816?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789751590162816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789751590162816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789751590162816' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-106789720460803768</id><published>2003-11-03T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:06:43.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/U/UnprodigalBoi/1047142375_musicebmaj.jpg" border="0" alt="eflatmajor"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eb major - you are warm and kind, always there for&lt;br&gt;your friends, who are in turn there for you.&lt;br&gt;You are content with your confortable life and&lt;br&gt;what you are currently achieving; if you keep&lt;br&gt;in this state you will go far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/UnprodigalBoi/quizzes/what%20key%20signature%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what key signature are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-106789720460803768?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789720460803768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789720460803768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789720460803768' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-106789696005756531</id><published>2003-11-03T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:02:38.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043989899_uresYellow.JPG" border="0" alt="Yellow info"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about halfway right. the first part i guess. the second part is waaay off. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-106789696005756531?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789696005756531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789696005756531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789696005756531' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-106789691213833305</id><published>2003-11-03T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:01:50.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/frozenebony/1048039275_pRACHELSB4.jpg" border="0" alt="Soroity Slut"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Soroity Slut Barbie!  You're easy and you're&lt;br&gt;really cheesy!  Have fun with the entire&lt;br&gt;football team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/frozenebony/quizzes/If%20You%20Were%20A%20Barbie%2C%20Which%20Messed%20Up%20Version%20Would%20You%20Be%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who'd have guessed, right? ME? a SLUT? PLEASE! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-106789691213833305?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789691213833305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106789691213833305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789691213833305' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-106315330224503904</id><published>2003-09-09T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T20:21:42.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. do i never post here or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-106315330224503904?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106315330224503904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/106315330224503904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106315330224503904' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-105657155543013089</id><published>2003-06-25T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T16:05:55.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is for my crushedredpepper blog. not any more because blogger wants to change itself while i'm busy. stupid blog shits. now i guess i'll be new blogger on old blogger...i feel like a veteran. not. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-105657155543013089?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/105657155543013089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/105657155543013089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105657155543013089' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-105517411488575707</id><published>2003-06-09T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T11:55:21.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from dawn until dusk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-105517411488575707?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/105517411488575707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/105517411488575707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105517411488575707' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-105459248102796056</id><published>2003-06-02T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T12:08:46.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Have you ever punched a wall? anger management. of course. this is me we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you meditate? i'm not sure. i was forced to 'visualize' about apples and walking or something like that in art class. but after a while i thought, fuck this shit, and i thought of ...other...things...&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you always have to be right? no. but i feel oh so foolish went i'm not...&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do if you had only 1 hour left to live? fuck someone about 30 times. or different people even. and if there's no one handy, i would give my family a hug tell the world i hate it but i love it, and go skinnydipping.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you danced by the light of the moon? no. never. but its something to keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think of age 50 as being old? it depends on what we're talking about. but no, not really&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think same-sex marriage should be legal? why not...people have the right to get married to who they want to, just because others dont agree with it isnt any justification...&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you analytical? always&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you tend to go with the flow, or wade upstream all by yourself? sometimes a little of both. but the current is hard to resist...&lt;br /&gt;10. When a stranger drops something, do you attempt to pick it up? maybe&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you a private person? perhaps. i lock the door when i go pee. i only let people i dont know read my blog. but i write a blog. so i wouldnt know.&lt;br /&gt;12. Name one thing you would never eat. people. &lt;br /&gt;13. Do you think having sex in a car is uncomfortable? i wouldnt know. but i should imagine it would be.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you excite easily? heh. heh. occassionally...&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think Winnie the Pooh is a stupid name? not really.&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you drink and drive? no&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you like to gamble? every so often&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you allow animals on your furniture? i have no animals. but i am one. so there. &lt;br /&gt;19. Do you live near your birthplace? not at all&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you use petroleum jelly? haha. always.&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have road rage? i'm not a driver. but yes, because i already have passenger rage&lt;br /&gt;22. Who is more passive, your mother or father? oooooh. there's a tough one. my mom's more predictably loud and screamlike, but my dad...when he erupts...he erupts&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you ever feel braindead? all the time&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you more decisive or indecisive? indecisive. without a doubt...but maybe...nah...&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever eaten grass? nope&lt;br /&gt;26. When you hear the song "Puff the Magic Dragon", what does it make you think of? when i was little i thought of a big purple dragon living by the sea. but now i think of weed. &lt;br /&gt;27. Do you ever eat food right out of cans and jars instead of using plates or bowls? no no. but i spose it depends...&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you desperate for attention? sometimes. pathetic, i know.&lt;br /&gt;29. Does your mind ever go blank? often&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever trespassed on private property? nah&lt;br /&gt;31. What smells worse than skunk spray? your face.&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you have any recurring dreams? yes&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you give a needy person the shirt off your back? no. i'd rather go out and buy them a clean one...or at least a blanket...&lt;br /&gt;34.Do you ever ride a bike instead of taking a car? no. &lt;br /&gt;35. Does the sight of blood make you feel queasy? no. &lt;br /&gt;36. Do animals have emotional lives? of course&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever been slashed with a knife? If so who did it? no...thank god...&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you notice cracks in the pavement? sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;39. Does injustice of any kind infuriate you? yup yup, but i never do anything about it, i'm such a foul human...&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you think it is acceptable to live with someone before marrying them? yep&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have shelves full of many books? yah yah sisterhood&lt;br /&gt;42. Would you rather have lots of acquaintances, or a few really close friends? a few close friends&lt;br /&gt;43. What is your favorite diary here? ...&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like the smell after it rains? love it&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you more attracted to oceans, rivers, or lakes? oceans all the way&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you volunteer your time to any good causes? unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;47. Have you spent time in a log cabin? nope&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you uptight? who knows&lt;br /&gt;49. Did you have a good day? yes. i have done nothing. absolutely nothing. that's a good day in my book....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-105459248102796056?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/105459248102796056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/105459248102796056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105459248102796056' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-105398567333398943</id><published>2003-05-26T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T17:47:53.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/Jeebus007/1043573357_icturesneo.jpg" border="0" alt="neo"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Neo, the chosen one, the slayer of agents&lt;br&gt;everywhere.  A former nerd, you have evolved&lt;br&gt;into quite a stubborn hero.&lt;br /&gt;Although Trinity is not that hot, at least you're&lt;br&gt;one of the few that can get some in the real&lt;br&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;You can stop bullets and you're immmortal; so what&lt;br&gt;the hell are you going to do in Matrix:&lt;br&gt;Reloaded?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Wow, that sounds like a really good&lt;br&gt;deal. But I think I got a better one. How about&lt;br&gt;I give you the finger... and you give me my&lt;br&gt;phone call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Jeebus007/quizzes/What%20Character%20From%20The%20Matrix%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Character From The Matrix Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-105398567333398943?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/105398567333398943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/105398567333398943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105398567333398943' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5420067.post-105369936307291443</id><published>2003-05-23T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T10:16:03.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well my dears. this is what happens when your blog decides to shit on your face. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420067-105369936307291443?l=petalsofdusk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/105369936307291443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420067/posts/default/105369936307291443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petalsofdusk.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105369936307291443' title=''/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16433303857836029614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
