<?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-3256340</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:45:45.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the slut blog</title><subtitle type='html'>the real-life adventures of a shameless slut</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-111834871422278583</id><published>2005-06-09T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:25:14.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as if shuttin down my site wasn't enough</title><summary type='text'>...yahoo also deleted my original email account.  so i had to get a new one.  i tried to get slutblog@yahoo.com but they won't let me have that login anymore.  bitches.anyway, my new email addy is now douchemore@yahoo.com.like anyone's gonna write, right?.., all my readers probably forgot about me already.ah well.  life.  such.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111834871422278583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=111834871422278583' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/111834871422278583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/111834871422278583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/as-if-shuttin-down-my-site-wasnt.html' title='as if shuttin down my site wasn&apos;t enough'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-111833942308415558</id><published>2005-06-09T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:04:02.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sure is dusty and cobwebby round herre</title><summary type='text'>ya go away for a while an' try to live your life an ya come back an geoshitties shuts down your site. fuck.oh hi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111833942308415558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=111833942308415558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/111833942308415558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/111833942308415558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/sure-is-dusty-and-cobwebby-round-herre.html' title='sure is dusty and cobwebby round herre'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-110021520798548695</id><published>2004-11-11T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T15:20:07.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.w.o.l.</title><summary type='text'>heya lambs.  sorry fer bein' awol ("a whore on leave").  i been busy.  ya know...  yadda-yadda-yadda.quick updates:1. i got hired at the gap. as of october 11, 2004... i'm a double-income girl! woo!2. i'm still fuckin' my boss.3. i went on a crazy date yesterday.  i'll tell ya about it at another time.  i have to go back to do more filin' an' stuff. later....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110021520798548695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=110021520798548695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/110021520798548695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/110021520798548695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/awol.html' title='a.w.o.l.'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109633955767680363</id><published>2004-09-27T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T20:16:28.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick is unsexy</title><summary type='text'>anybody want laringitis? *hawks up a wad of phlegm an' spits into the trash can* bah.in other news..., chris knows this guy who works at the gap about ten minutes from where i work, they're lookin for parttime people. so he's gon try to get me a job there. not exactly my first choice but i aint exactly doin anythin to find a better one either, so wat the hell.,still in other news... (shit, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109633955767680363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109633955767680363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109633955767680363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109633955767680363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/sick-is-unsexy.html' title='sick is unsexy'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109597590488506776</id><published>2004-09-23T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T14:46:54.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>britney's perogative</title><summary type='text'>so,, britney's got a new single out. it's a remake of a bobby brown song. heard it yet? seen the vid yet? what do you thank? i dunno. i'm not fellin it as much as i normally do any britney song.  meh.  i'm sure it'll grow on me the way "me against the music" did.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109597590488506776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109597590488506776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109597590488506776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109597590488506776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/britneys-perogative.html' title='britney&apos;s perogative'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109571322401700117</id><published>2004-09-20T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T18:53:56.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cellular.</title><summary type='text'>so, like, i didn't see the cute courier guy come on friday. i got called into a mettin so i just stuck the note in between the packages that he was pickin up that day. i was sure that he was gon be there.but, murphy's law... he didn't do the pickup that day. you know who did? this guy i call the fat bastard. because he reminds me of that character from the austin powers movie. anyway, long story </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109571322401700117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109571322401700117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109571322401700117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109571322401700117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/cellular.html' title='cellular.'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109545891070668848</id><published>2004-09-17T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T18:56:17.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hott package</title><summary type='text'>there's this cute courier guy that i' been eyein' for a month now. he only does our pickups on fridays. anyway, he's totally hott,, an' i can tell from the bulge in his pants that he's "gifted" lolol. i think i'ma slip him a note today. how's this sound:hey you,i think you're madd hott. i'd love to give you a blow job sometime.call me... xxx-xxx-xxxx[drwaing of little heart next to my name]like, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109545891070668848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109545891070668848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109545891070668848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109545891070668848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/hott-package.html' title='hott package'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109536787078627236</id><published>2004-09-17T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T09:35:07.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got slutmail!</title><summary type='text'>Dear Sabrina.  I just wanted to leave you a note saying im glad you brought the site back, and you are still my favorate slut... the things i would do to you with my tool..  hotdamn. I think im in love.  Josh thanks, babe!  sabG'day Sabrina,Steve from Australia.Cool site. Couldn't stop reading it. Found it whils't i was at work, and haven't been doin any since reading your sexy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109536787078627236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109536787078627236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109536787078627236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109536787078627236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/youve-got-slutmail.html' title='you&apos;ve got slutmail!'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109530317041145322</id><published>2004-09-16T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T13:07:12.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trashlee simpson</title><summary type='text'>i was just discussin the subject of trashlee simpson with a coworker.  ya know... i don't understand the popularity of that girl.  i just don't get it.  i mean,, she can't sing... her sister jessica is a much better vocalist.  looks-wise, she's not all that... she has an ugly big nose an' hips that suggest if she don't watch what she eats, she'll go kristy alley faster than you can say 15-piece </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109530317041145322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109530317041145322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109530317041145322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109530317041145322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/trashlee-simpson.html' title='trashlee simpson'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109534774610359360</id><published>2004-09-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T08:15:46.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lose my breath</title><summary type='text'>omg!!!  how hott is the new destinty's child song???  Can you keep up?Baby boy, lemme lose my breathBring the noise, make me lose my breathHit me Hard, lemme lose my (Hah Hah)it's my new theme song!  lololthis single will be huge!  i can't wait for november!okay... back to the curling iron.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109534774610359360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109534774610359360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109534774610359360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109534774610359360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/lose-my-breath.html' title='lose my breath'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109528173452349761</id><published>2004-09-15T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T13:58:56.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just got yelled at in an email...</title><summary type='text'>...by the guy who runs our database solutions an what not.  i only asked him about somethin that he said he'd fix for me.  that was like eleventy weeks ago.  i wasn't, like, naggin or anythin.  i just politely asked if he's been able to do antyhin with it.an then i get this bitchy reply: "well, i'm busy, and in the grand scheme of things, your problem is not that importnnt!"an i'm like, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109528173452349761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109528173452349761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109528173452349761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109528173452349761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-just-got-yelled-at-in-email.html' title='i just got yelled at in an email...'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109483647317600141</id><published>2004-09-10T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T14:48:09.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broke slut</title><summary type='text'>just paid all my bills. when all the checks cash, i will have -25.03 in the bank until the next paycheck. i wanna cry.i'm seriously considerin professionally whorin myself to augment by meager income. bah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109483647317600141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109483647317600141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109483647317600141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109483647317600141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/broke-slut.html' title='broke slut'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109423156442962554</id><published>2004-09-03T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T10:36:44.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dancin with fags</title><summary type='text'>went out dancin last nite with chris at his fave thursday nite gay haunt. i wasn't really in the mood,, besides goin to a gay bar always gets me down becos you see all of these hot guys, an' none of them wants to fuck you.  bah.anyway, chris bribed me into goin by offerin to buy me all my drinks.  he said he was meetin up with this guy for the first time, an' he wanted to have a backup escape </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109423156442962554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109423156442962554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109423156442962554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109423156442962554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/dancin-with-fags.html' title='dancin with fags'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109417181421461915</id><published>2004-09-02T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T17:36:54.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of dick</title><summary type='text'>bah. i'm sick of dick chaney and all this republican crap.  fact, i'm sick of all this election crap.  can we just pick the new president from a hat and move on?  when is michael jackson's trial goin to start?  i need some real news!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109417181421461915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109417181421461915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109417181421461915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109417181421461915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/sick-of-dick.html' title='sick of dick'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109414292850964717</id><published>2004-09-02T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T09:36:51.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>email my crap</title><summary type='text'>i was bored so i played around with the design a lil bit, an' also added the special "email this post" feature. like anyone would use that.speakin of... how cum no one's leavin cumments?  bah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109414292850964717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109414292850964717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109414292850964717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109414292850964717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/email-my-crap.html' title='email my crap'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-109409218254775688</id><published>2004-09-01T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T09:37:51.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, i'm still alive</title><summary type='text'>we laid off a bunch of people so i been workin my ass off both during and after office hours.  things are finally lettin up. whew!did ya miss me?  i'll bet you did.  lolmy god!  so much has changed with blogger.  now i got comments!  yay!  now you can all harass me an' stuff.  lololthe boss situation isn't too great these days.  we had a big fight last week because i had an abrtion.  it was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109409218254775688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=109409218254775688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109409218254775688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/109409218254775688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/yes-im-still-alive.html' title='yes, i&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108515738734953364</id><published>2004-05-19T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T10:23:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that's it!  i'm done with american idol this season.  the two people that i hate the most - soccer mom and duck girl - are fighting it out next week for the finale. yukk.  latoya shoulda won!  she was robbed!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108515738734953364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108515738734953364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108515738734953364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108515738734953364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/thats-it-im-done-with-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108515835628580299</id><published>2004-05-17T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T10:23:14.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last nite, the boss an i had a "business dinner." well, that's what he told his wife anyway. wink wink... nudge nudge... we rented a room at the best western just outside of the city.. had fantastic kinky sex.  i tied him up to the bed posts an 'tortured' him.  made him eat me out for like an hour.  lol  while we were layin in bed windin down from the sexhibition we had, he kept fingerin my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108515835628580299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108515835628580299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108515835628580299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108515835628580299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/last-nite-boss-i-had-business-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108516014234465364</id><published>2004-05-16T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T10:23:03.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bogdan just left.  he came over last nite. just returned from bosnia or somethin.  his band's tourin the balkans apparently,,. anyway, he's in town only for a coupla days so he thought he'd stop by an get some sabrina lovin' loli wasn't really in the mood for anythin' but he brought me some kfc an a box of bosnian wine.  i thought, what the hell.  so we fucked.  he has this new move where he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108516014234465364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108516014234465364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108516014234465364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108516014234465364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/bogdan-just-left.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108515886025786493</id><published>2004-05-14T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T10:01:00.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had lunch wit chris today.  bitch was braggin about goin to the opening nite of madonna's re-invention tour in l.a.  i was like, "who did you sleep with to get those tickets?"  i would love to go on a roadtrip with him to see the queen of pop, but i can't spend 300 bucks on a ticket.  no way!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108515886025786493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108515886025786493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108515886025786493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108515886025786493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-had-lunch-wit-chris-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108446742628356970</id><published>2004-05-13T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T09:57:06.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just got off the phone with tracey. she's just as shocked as me about last nite's american idol results.  she's like, "it's so racist!  the whole thing is racist!  they're out to get my people!"  an' i was like, "girl, chill out.  it's just a damn show."  altho i understand why fantasia was in the bottom two, i dun get it why latoya got booted.  she's a classy act!  i guess she a little too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108446742628356970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108446742628356970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108446742628356970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108446742628356970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-just-got-off-phone-with-tracey.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108441362026806146</id><published>2004-05-12T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T19:00:20.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>latoya london!!!!???  what the fawk???!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108441362026806146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108441362026806146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108441362026806146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108441362026806146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/latoya-london-what-fawk.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108441025657738190</id><published>2004-05-11T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T18:28:21.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after tonite's disco-theme idol, i'm pretty sure jasmine is gon get the boot next.  anybody wanna bet?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108441025657738190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108441025657738190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108441025657738190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108441025657738190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/after-tonites-disco-theme-idol-im.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108441049299597154</id><published>2004-05-09T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T18:28:14.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chris an i saw mean girls tonite.  it wasn't as funny as i thought it was gon be. i dunno... maybe i'm gettin a lil old for teenny bopper movies. lolol</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108441049299597154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108441049299597154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108441049299597154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108441049299597154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/chris-i-saw-mean-girls-tonite.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108441163420785813</id><published>2004-05-08T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T18:28:09.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>trace is throwin a friends finale party tonite.  i know it's a little late, seein that the finale was actually two days ago... but no one ever throws parties on a weekday.  well, not in mah circles anyway.i was gon go, but i think i'll just stay home.  i ordered chinese food last nite an i don't feel so good right now.  damn you general chow!anyhoo... yeah..  i'll prolly do some readin.  i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108441163420785813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108441163420785813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108441163420785813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108441163420785813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/trace-is-throwin-friends-finale-party.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108441088928826432</id><published>2004-05-07T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T18:27:44.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't get in touch with bogdan.  at &amp; t keeps sayin it can't reach the subscriber. bah.  i s'pose i could ask my boss,, but i think we need to keep it on the down low for a bit after last weekend...  well it looks like it's gon be me an my vibrater tonite. lol  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108441088928826432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108441088928826432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108441088928826432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108441088928826432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-cant-get-in-touch-with-bogdan.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108396475094699501</id><published>2004-05-07T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T14:22:34.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bah.  long long day... is it over yet?  i wanna go home and soak in a bath... an' then go out to a nice dinner or somethin...  i think ima call bogdan an' see what he up to.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108396475094699501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108396475094699501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108396475094699501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108396475094699501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108388058910150650</id><published>2004-05-06T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T14:59:54.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i got into the office this mornin, there was a bouquet of roses in a vase sittin' on my desk.  it's from "your anonymous lover" it says.  awwww... isn't my boss sweet?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108388058910150650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108388058910150650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108388058910150650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108388058910150650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/when-i-got-into-office-this-mornin.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108385324556274837</id><published>2004-05-05T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T07:24:50.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so.. george is off.. too bad.  i kinda was startin to like him.  i want fantasia to go, i really do.  what would it take to get that annoying thing off?  seriously!  i mean, she;s a great singer an' all... but it's just excruciatin to look at her.  she looks like donald duck!  ya can be the greatest singer in the world, but if you look like a fuckin disney character, it aint gon work, ya knowww?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108385324556274837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108385324556274837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108385324556274837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108385324556274837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/so.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108385211981895757</id><published>2004-05-05T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T07:14:49.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you've got slutmail!Your blog is so hot it makes my cock leak.  As a result, my underwear is a mess and needs to be cleaned.  What do you say you come over and clean my shorts? Dave lol sure, hun!  sabII must say, as a black man I'm very disappointed by your lack of Afro-Americanus in your 'old flames' section.  Have ye never had the joy of a fat tootsie roll rammed lovingly to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108385211981895757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108385211981895757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108385211981895757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108385211981895757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/youve-got-slutmail-your-blog-is-so-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108377999731870692</id><published>2004-05-05T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T11:03:08.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey lambs how's it goin??  i'm at home right now.  i took today off to recover from the gruelin' four-day sexfest that i had with my boss. lolol  seriously... i barely slept when we were there.  we were always fuckin'... i think we musta done it like twelve times or somethin.  the meetings with the clients on monday an tuesday were okay..,, i've been told... i wasn't physically there.  so, like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108377999731870692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108377999731870692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108377999731870692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108377999731870692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/hey-lambs-hows-it-goin-im-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108344704629251395</id><published>2004-05-01T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T14:38:51.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg - i'm havin the best time ever!   the flight was delayed by like two hours so we got here pretty late last nite.  we're stayin in separate rooms just so that it doesnt look suspicious when the expense report is filed.  anyway, about ten minutes after i got into my room, he came over an fucked my brains out all night.  three fuckin times.  oh my!he stayed in my room for the nite, natch. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108344704629251395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108344704629251395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108344704629251395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108344704629251395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/omg-im-havin-best-time-ever-flight-was.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108334654088848183</id><published>2004-04-30T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T10:39:36.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note to self: shave legs an' pits!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108334654088848183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108334654088848183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108334654088848183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108334654088848183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/note-to-self-shave-legs-pits.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108334624530357511</id><published>2004-04-30T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T10:36:20.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg!!  i just got an email my boss.  he says he's goin to meet with some clients in southern california on monday an' tuesday, an he wants me to come with him!!  he says he was able to justify the expense an what not so it shouldn't be a problem, budget-wise.   we're leavin  at 4 pm this afternoon.. so he told me to finish up some reports that he'd need for the trip an' then go home an' pack </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108334624530357511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108334624530357511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108334624530357511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108334624530357511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/omg-i-just-got-email-my-boss.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108326634216318312</id><published>2004-04-29T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T12:22:52.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went to the pharmacy to get some eyedrop medication... anyway, i was standin there waitin in line... this woman ahead of me had a pack of tampons an' a bag of doritos on her... when it was her turn to get rung up, the pharmacy lady asked her if she wanted to double-bag the tampons so that no one could see it,,,  i dun get that..  why do we have to ashamed of somethin that's a naturally occurin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108326634216318312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108326634216318312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108326634216318312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108326634216318312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-went-to-pharmacy-to-get-some-eyedrop.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108317102489388601</id><published>2004-04-28T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T09:53:29.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as you can see from below, i'm bringin "dear slut" back... just not in its own section... it's all gonna be right here out in front.  coo?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108317102489388601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108317102489388601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108317102489388601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108317102489388601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/as-you-can-see-from-below-im-bringin.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108317039444335951</id><published>2004-04-28T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T10:02:34.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you've got slutmail!from: omzhoneyo@xxx.com:Why on earth would you be jealous that you missed out on a Britney show!  She can't sing, but if watching a half naked girl do what ever she calls singing for 12 and 13 year old girls is your thing than more power to you!!  If you like sexy you should see the Beyonce, Alicia Keys, and Missy show god that show was    HOT !!!!!! But i love you though </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108317039444335951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108317039444335951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108317039444335951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108317039444335951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/youve-got-slutmail-from-omzhoneyoxxx.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108316952448717581</id><published>2004-04-28T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T09:28:29.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my boss was in the elevator with me this mornin, but i didn't see him becos of my dkny sunglasses.  anyway, he was in the back of the elevator, it was crowded so i squeezed in an' got right in front of him.  instead of sayin hi, he felt up my ass.  i quickly turned my head round an' saw him with this big grin on his face.  an then he said "good morning!"  naughty man!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108316952448717581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108316952448717581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108316952448717581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108316952448717581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-boss-was-in-elevator-with-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108300803761957082</id><published>2004-04-26T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T12:37:42.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got an email from my sister heather this mornin.  she's still doin the england thing.  she;s met an sorta seein this guy who works for one of the tabloids in london as a horroscope writer.  anyway, he got them tickets for britney's onix hotel tour tomorrow at wembley.  lucky bitch.  i'm sooo jealous!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108300803761957082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108300803761957082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108300803761957082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108300803761957082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-got-email-from-my-sister-heather.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108273753105039360</id><published>2004-04-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T09:28:31.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bah.  late for work today becos bogdan came over last nite.  we watched kill bill vol. 1.  we were up until, like, 1 am.  becos it was late, i let him stay over. this mornin he woke up horny as hell an wouldn't leave me alone.,, so we had a mornin quickie.  actually, it was more like he had a mornin quickie.  he was in an' out of me faster than a speedin bullet.  i wouldve finished me off myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108273753105039360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108273753105039360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108273753105039360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108273753105039360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108265486564419174</id><published>2004-04-22T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T10:30:44.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so shocked by last nite's idol results.  what the hell? i dun care much for jennifer hudson, but she so did not deserve to be kicked out.  that john stevens must be pullin a lot of republican votes.  whatever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108265486564419174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108265486564419174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108265486564419174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108265486564419174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-shocked-by-last-nites-idol-results.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108256668669926869</id><published>2004-04-21T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T10:08:18.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn you, barry mannilow!  i can't stop hummin' "mandy' in my head!  who's he singin about in that song, anyway?  i know it's a girl's name, but c'mon... barry's gayer than a basket of lube.  i'm sure he was singin in code... he was prolly serenadin a guy named andy... or maybe 'mandy' is short for 'man candy'  anyhoo... after last nite's idol show, here are my predictions for the bottom three:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108256668669926869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108256668669926869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108256668669926869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108256668669926869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/damn-you-barry-mannilow-i-cant-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108249995146959460</id><published>2004-04-20T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T16:23:04.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my boss called me to his office about twenty minutes ago.  i thought it was somethin important, but turns out he just wanted a quick fuck.. lolol  i'm totally serious!  it all happened so fast.  when i walked in with my clipboard an' stuff, he grabbed me an quickly closed an locked the door.  he was like, "it's been over two weeks.  i want you so bad.." an' then he started kissin me, ran his hand</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108249995146959460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108249995146959460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108249995146959460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108249995146959460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-boss-called-me-to-his-office-about.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108239844119616384</id><published>2004-04-19T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T11:36:14.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well,,, the double-date with tracey an her new beau proved that it's a small small slutty world after all.  as it turns out, the guy trace's datin is someone that i went out with a couple times, like, in the summer of last year or sometime then.  his name's travis... i only slept with him once.  he's gorgeous... but  i stopped callin him after that.  i told tracey 'bout it when we were in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108239844119616384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108239844119616384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108239844119616384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108239844119616384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-double-date-with-tracey-her-new.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108215998892052957</id><published>2004-04-16T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T17:04:58.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check out this young teenage japanese slut..., she blows perfect strangers, prances around naked in the supermarket and slimes the cucumbers in the produce aisle.  she's totally outdone me.  i wasnt that slutty when i was her age.  lololoh yeah, that one's totally not be safe for viewing at werk.. you been warned!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108215998892052957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108215998892052957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108215998892052957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108215998892052957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/check-out-this-young-teenage-japanese.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108214469796499406</id><published>2004-04-16T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T12:47:50.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so.., how shocked was i at last nite's american idol results???  omg - i totally wasnt expectin jon peter lewis to go.  i thought it was gon be that diana girl.  she sang that tired old celine dion song with the same tired old style.  she shoulda hav gone!in other news..., is christina christian the new aaliyah???oh, an i haaaaate fantasia.an quentin tarantino is a big geek.  i wonder how "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108214469796499406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108214469796499406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108214469796499406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108214469796499406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108206458926979418</id><published>2004-04-15T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T14:33:22.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just got off the phone with trace.  she somehow convinced me to take bogdan an go on a double date with her an the guy she went to see eternal sunshine with.  i don't even know his name.  bitch's been very quiet about him.  anyway, it';s still tentative, but tomorrow nite is when she wants to go.  now i'ma hafta call bogdan an' find out if he can come.  i'd much rather ask my boss, but i dun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108206458926979418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108206458926979418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108206458926979418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108206458926979418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/just-got-off-phone-with-trace.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108195942121357988</id><published>2004-04-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T09:32:37.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bah.  pms sucks. i'm cranky as all hell.  everythin is just irritatin me today.  somebody pass me a midol?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108195942121357988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108195942121357988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108195942121357988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108195942121357988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/bah_14.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108187477830641188</id><published>2004-04-13T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T09:49:07.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok... comments system experiment is ovah.  it aint worth it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108187477830641188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108187477830641188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108187477830641188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108187477830641188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108152946910709667</id><published>2004-04-09T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T09:53:55.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm experimentin with a comments system... let's see if this werks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108152946910709667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108152946910709667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108152946910709667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108152946910709667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-experimentin-with-comments-system.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108152312368959079</id><published>2004-04-08T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T08:09:24.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so... camile's gone.  she shoulda gone last week, an' i shoulda won my bet, but... what-ever.  i just realized... she's basicly thisyear's julia damato.  can sorta sing.. but looks like shes gon crap her jeans while performin on stage. lolol  speakin of julia, girl apparently has a single coming out.  i was like, "really????"  lolol  an' what's with the slutty blond hair an' those new boobs?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108152312368959079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108152312368959079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108152312368959079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108152312368959079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/so_08.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108138019553385454</id><published>2004-04-07T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T16:25:59.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chris wanted to place bets again on who's gon be kicked out of american idol tonite... i passed,,  bitch seems to know the 411 on everything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108138019553385454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108138019553385454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108138019553385454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108138019553385454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/chris-wanted-to-place-bets-again-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108127248909492798</id><published>2004-04-06T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T10:30:52.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dreamt last nite that i was on oprah.  i had some kind of book or somethin out an i was promotin it on her show... during my interview she asked me if i ever feel empty or unfulfilled not havin a relationship (an never havin one stable enough to last for a year) becos all i ever do is jump from one bed to another an sleep around.  i was so offdended that i called her a lyin, cunt-suckin lezzy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108127248909492798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108127248909492798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108127248909492798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108127248909492798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-dreamt-last-nite-that-i-was-on-oprah.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108119829813377707</id><published>2004-04-05T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T15:18:29.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, so... saturday nite... i got off the computer an hauled my ass into the shower an' stuff..,, but my hair wasnt cooperatin so it took me forever to get ready.  it was, like,, almost 9 o'clock when i finally got everythin workin the way i wanted it,  i was like, 'shitttt!!!'so, anyway, i got to my boss's place at, like, close to ten.  it was rainin like mad.  like you wouldnt believe it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108119829813377707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108119829813377707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108119829813377707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108119829813377707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/okay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108104852184245805</id><published>2004-04-03T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T19:18:02.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back from shoppin!!!   omg!!! i got the wickedest outfit to wear at the party.  i'm broke so i had to suck it an shop at walmart... but you can't tell it's from there...  it's so burberry spring 2004 collectioon!!  i can't wait to wear it tonite!omg!  look at the time!  i better get my shit together.  bye for now, lambs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108104852184245805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108104852184245805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108104852184245805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108104852184245805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/back-from-shoppin-omg-i-got-wickedest.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108104771846401181</id><published>2004-04-02T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T19:04:39.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg! my boss just invited me to a party at his place this weekened (saturday).  he wouldn't tell me what the occasion is... just some party, he says.,,  i told him i'd be there for sure..now i'ma hafta call bogdan an cancel on him.  we're supposed to go to some show tommorrow.  i agreed to it last nite when he called me.  but no way am i goin to miss a party that my boss is throwin an invited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108104771846401181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108104771846401181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108104771846401181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108104771846401181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/omg-my-boss-just-invited-me-to-party.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108083202453671284</id><published>2004-04-01T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T07:09:42.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bah, i was dead wrong about camile so i'ma hafta pay it forward now.  an' chris ain't a cheap better.  bitch wants a bottle of jean paul gaultierr, an a new pair of guess jeans.  'sonly fair, tho.  if i won, he'd have to buy me a new dvd player an' the entire sex in the city dvd collection.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108083202453671284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108083202453671284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108083202453671284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108083202453671284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/bah-i-was-dead-wrong-about-camile-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108076958777681717</id><published>2004-03-31T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T07:03:00.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so... last nite's american idol... how the hell did they get della reese to sit down as a guest judge?  i dint know she could sing.  whatever, i'm not big on the motown so i wasn't really payin attention. anyhowww... i made a bet with chris that camile goes tonite.  he thinks that it'll be that chick with the pink hair.  you just wait an see.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108076958777681717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108076958777681717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108076958777681717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108076958777681717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/so.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108077593836980318</id><published>2004-03-30T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T15:34:55.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i bought the new janet on my lunch break... as justin timberlake would say... i'm lovin it!  so far my favorite track is "moist"... it's just so hella sexxxy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108077593836980318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108077593836980318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108077593836980318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108077593836980318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-bought-new-janet-on-my-lunch-break.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108025233472530587</id><published>2004-03-25T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T14:08:06.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i totally missed american idol on tuesday so i had no idea what the performances were like, but i'm kinda not surpirsed that the fat jock got kicked out. he's creepy. next week?  that camile velasco.  for sure.also,, after last nite's show, i've decided that i dont like that fantasia barrinno.  bitch bugs the crabs out of me.  she thinks she's all dat an whatever.  but she's not.  she's just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108025233472530587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108025233472530587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108025233472530587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108025233472530587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-totally-missed-american-idol-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108025264296509888</id><published>2004-03-24T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T14:21:00.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, like, last nite after the movie (dawn of the dead rocked, by the way)... chris an i went for drinks an whatever... so we were standin around near the bar, waitin an waitin... an then this dude comes up to me an tries to pick me up by sayin "you remind me of someone."  an i was like, "really?"  i smiled at him an said, "who?"  "norah jones."i almost threw my drink at him.  norah fuckin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108025264296509888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108025264296509888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108025264296509888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108025264296509888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-like-last-nite-after-movie-dawn-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108006618626548377</id><published>2004-03-23T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T10:25:35.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just got off the phone with chris.  he an i are goin to see dawn of the dead tonite.  we asked tracey if she wanted to come but  she said she's got a date with some guy he met on the internet.  the slut!  lolol they're gon' go see eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108006618626548377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108006618626548377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108006618626548377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108006618626548377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/just-got-off-phone-with-chris.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108006429560999351</id><published>2004-03-22T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T10:28:31.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there;s this girl that i work with, kerri, she's from the same department as me... since i started workin here, we became good friends.  i mean, not best friends... we just hit it off real easy.  anyway, this mornin she told me that she an this chick from accounting, shelly, aren't getting along very well.  there's always catty stuff goin on whenever they encounter each other.  so, like, i gave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108006429560999351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108006429560999351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108006429560999351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108006429560999351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/theres-this-girl-that-i-work-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108006544754909224</id><published>2004-03-22T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T10:13:16.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, had one of the most boring weekends of my life.  spent most of it with andrea an her family.  we went an' saw agent cody banks, ate at mcdonalds, went shoppin' an just hung out at their hotel a lot.  she talked my ears off, askin me when i'ma be married an stuff. i told her my usual response: i havent found the right man yet. her kids are annoying as hell, and all fat like their father, who i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108006544754909224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108006544754909224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108006544754909224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108006544754909224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-had-one-of-most-boring-weekends-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-108006497506291298</id><published>2004-03-19T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T10:05:24.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my cousin andrea who used to want to be a nun is in town this weekend,  she's visitin from west virginia with her three kids an her husband george.  there goes my weekend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108006497506291298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=108006497506291298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108006497506291298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/108006497506291298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-cousin-andrea-who-used-to-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107965251150657079</id><published>2004-03-18T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T15:31:22.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i sat in a job interview panel for a couple of applicants earliet today., one of them was this guy who looked really familar.  i was like, "wait, i know this guy..."  but i was havin a hard time placin his fac.e..  an then halfway through the interview, i remembered,,..  a couiple months ago, i was out dancin at a club an there was this guy that i was dirty dancin with. i mean, really dirrty!  i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107965251150657079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107965251150657079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107965251150657079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107965251150657079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-sat-in-job-interview-panel-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107956032152034184</id><published>2004-03-17T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:07:10.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the boss sat me down for a little talk in his office just before lunch.,, it was obvious he was agonizin about somethin the way he was nervously dancin around things.  after askin about this report and that (which he totally knew were alreayd finished and ready), he finally just came out an apollogized for what happened on friday nite.  he says it was wrong and it shouldn't have happened.  that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107956032152034184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107956032152034184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107956032152034184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107956032152034184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/boss-sat-me-down-for-little-talk-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107954392855582116</id><published>2004-03-17T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T09:21:11.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so who did you vote for last night? i didn't vote for jon peter lewis because his performance kinda sucked.  most of them were kind of blah... the kid with the flamin red hair doin a lounge version of "lately"... the chick who wants to be the thinner version of macy gray... the girl who did "you keep me hangin on" ... all blah...  after thinkin it over, i decided to vote for jasmine.  her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107954392855582116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107954392855582116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107954392855582116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107954392855582116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-who-did-you-vote-for-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107948202578539015</id><published>2004-03-16T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T16:19:09.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boss took another sick day.  fuck!  an he's supposed to be here for a big meeting with investors about this huge deal.  fuck!note to self: do not ever perform oral sex on your boss prior to a crucial business function.  it's bad for the economy!update: meeting was cancelled and rescheduled for tomorrow.  my boss better show up then!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107948202578539015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107948202578539015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107948202578539015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107948202578539015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/boss-took-another-sick-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107948140801776605</id><published>2004-03-15T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:59:53.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my boss just called in to say that he wont be comin in today.,,  says he's not feelin very well.i hope this doesnt have anythin to do with what happened on friday night,..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107948140801776605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107948140801776605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107948140801776605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107948140801776605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-boss-just-called-in-to-say-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107948130765437870</id><published>2004-03-15T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:57:29.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as they say, the early slut catches the thick worm.  i better get on with that report.  i might post somethin else later... but i'll probably be way to busy to do so.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107948130765437870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107948130765437870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107948130765437870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107948130765437870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/as-they-say-early-slut-catches-thick.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107948093395778444</id><published>2004-03-14T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:53:41.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was bored so i called chris &amp; asked him to come over for a spontanious movie night.  i let him pick the movie this time. he got tootsie, which is relally quite funny.  he said it's one of his favorite movies of all time.  he wanted to go an catch a late screenin of secret window, but i couldnt go because i have an early early day tomorrow.... i still have one report to finish preparin.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107948093395778444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107948093395778444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107948093395778444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107948093395778444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-was-bored-so-i-called-chris-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107947682906941100</id><published>2004-03-13T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:45:09.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg, omg, omg!  i crossed a major line tonihgt..  it all started back at the office.  my boss an i both were workin late.  i really had to stay an finish a bunch o reports for first thing monday.  i think he just didnt wanna go home to his wife.  anyway,,, we were the last ones to leave at, like, 8:30 pm.  we were both starved so we decided to go grab a bite at hooters.  what was supposed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107947682906941100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107947682906941100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107947682906941100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107947682906941100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/omg-omg-omg-i-crossed-major-line.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107945160280033081</id><published>2004-03-11T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:42:54.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i havent been watchin the new american idol series since it began couple weeks ago but last nite an the night before i tuned in to watch the wildcard round.  i'm so glad that jon peter lewis got in!  i voted for him because i thought that little dance he did while singin "little less conversation" was adorable..., and also, he kinda reminds me of this guy i dated in high school. cute.. somewhat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107945160280033081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107945160280033081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945160280033081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945160280033081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-havent-been-watchin-new-american.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107945182680623117</id><published>2004-03-09T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:46:08.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think my boss an his wife are goin through some pretty rough times with their marriage.  they've been fightin a whole lot lately.  i know because i could hear him whenever he talks to her on his cell..,,.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107945182680623117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107945182680623117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945182680623117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945182680623117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-think-my-boss-his-wife-are-goin.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107945872675119368</id><published>2004-03-07T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T09:41:08.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>trace, chris &amp; i saw starsky &amp; hutch today.  it was funnnny as hell!!!  ya gotta go see it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107945872675119368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107945872675119368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945872675119368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945872675119368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/trace-chris-i-saw-starsky-hutch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107945856484954708</id><published>2004-03-05T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T09:38:26.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i told chris about bogdan and me fuckin at the theater last nite. he said, quotin britney, "outrageous! your sex life!"  oh, an he called me a hellbound jezebel. lololol  i was goin to call trace an tell her but i'm afraid she might spontaniously stigmatize if did. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107945856484954708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107945856484954708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945856484954708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945856484954708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-told-chris-about-bogdan-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107945328025889762</id><published>2004-03-05T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T09:34:30.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so bogdan and i went to see the passion last nite.  that evil, evil man!  lolol  oh my god, i can't stop gigglin about what happened.we got there late because i was draggin my feet about the whole thing... i actually thought about bringin my walkman so that i could listen to the new britney album instead of mel gibson's crap.  anyway, the movie has already started when we walked in with our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107945328025889762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107945328025889762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945328025889762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945328025889762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-bogdan-and-i-went-to-see-passion.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107945226718378249</id><published>2004-03-04T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:55:50.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bogdan just called.  he says he wants to go see the passion of the christ.  i told him i already seen it but he told me that he has to go see it with me.  he says he's got a really wicked idea an he wants to see if it could be done.  i was like, whatever. i was busy an wanted to get back to work so, against better judgement, i'm goin to see jesus gettin nailed on the cross again tonite.  we're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107945226718378249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107945226718378249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945226718378249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107945226718378249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/bogdan-just-called.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107833819665548477</id><published>2004-03-03T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:25:25.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so yeah, saw mel gibson's new movie lastnite.  i dint know it was shot in like some ancient latin language with english subtiltes.  i wanted to walk out.  i was like, "i aint readin a movie!"  but trace wanted to stay and watch it so i had no choice but endure it all.  bah!anyhoo... while lined up for tickets, who should i bump into but jamie (he;s the freshman that i fucked on and off a couple</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107833819665548477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107833819665548477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107833819665548477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107833819665548477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-yeah-saw-mel-gibsons-new-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107826907105523114</id><published>2004-03-02T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:13:19.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gonna go see the passion with trace tonite.,, haven't seen the bitch since she broke up with her boyfriend over christmas so we;ll probably have a loooong girls' night out.,, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107826907105523114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107826907105523114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107826907105523114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107826907105523114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/gonna-go-see-passion-with-trace-tonite.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107791166761323714</id><published>2004-02-26T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:56:32.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so... bogdan says he wasn't responsible for the cigarette burn in my pit.,, he did fess up to leavin' the condom in my 'gina..  we apparently fucked like rabbits an he came, like, three times.  when he tried to do number 4, he couldn't maintain his erection and just fell over.  i was like, what-ever!he told me that he really likes me an he hopes the 'incident" on saturday night didnt turn me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107791166761323714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107791166761323714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107791166761323714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107791166761323714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107765916725804363</id><published>2004-02-24T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T13:50:23.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looky what i got!!  fanmail!!From: "the Lizard King" the_lizard_king21@hotmail.comTo: slutblog@yahoo.com Subject: COME HERE "TITS"!!! get wet over THIS.  Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2004 17:57:45 -0600 Sluts are fucking the most ignorant lowest type of a human I can think of.  I just wanted to email you and say fuck anyone that excepts their a slut and continues their worthless life.  To speak </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107765916725804363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107765916725804363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107765916725804363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107765916725804363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/looky-what-i-got-fanmail-from-lizard.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107759082292807353</id><published>2004-02-23T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T13:04:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my god!! whattaweekend.  the date with bogdan was cool.  he took me to the olive garden,,  which is like, blah.  but, whatever.  i didn't order anythin' heavy, just some salad and an iced tea.  we had a nice pleasant chat over dinner.  he told me that he plays bass for a local metal band.  i didn't believe him at first, but then after dinner he said his bandmates were hangin' out and chillin' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107759082292807353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107759082292807353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107759082292807353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107759082292807353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/oh-my-god-whattaweekend.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107731783454448361</id><published>2004-02-20T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T14:59:12.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yeah,,, he called me last nite.  bogdan the hot window cleaner.  i was making some spaghetti when he rang.  we talked for a loong time... i don't even remember what time we finished,.  he's quite a fun guy to talk to... i asked him what kinda name bogdan was and he told he it's his damn croatian heritage.  apparintly, it means "god's gift'  lolol  i told him i sure would like to unwrap the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107731783454448361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107731783454448361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107731783454448361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107731783454448361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/oh-yeah-he-called-me-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107722792563015804</id><published>2004-02-19T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T14:05:59.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my office window got cleaned by a hot-looking stud this mornin.  i winked at him when we made eye contact and unbuttoned my blouse and flashed him for a coupla seconds...  my boss almost walked in on me while i was doin it.  lolol!!!anyhow... when i got back from lunch, who should walk in but mr. hot window clearner.  he introduced himself.  his name's bogdan. he cut rightr to the chase and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107722792563015804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107722792563015804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107722792563015804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107722792563015804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-office-window-got-cleaned-by-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107680744464105529</id><published>2004-02-14T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T17:12:36.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg... while i was waiting to cross the street on my way home from my lil shoppin spree... a guy i went to hihg school with came up... i didn't recognize him,,, but he recognized me right away.  i was totally shocked,.. beause he used to weigh like a million pounds. i didn't really pay much attnetion to him, and we never really talked much back then. but now he's like this skinny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107680744464105529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107680744464105529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107680744464105529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107680744464105529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107678936639449910</id><published>2004-02-14T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T12:13:21.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy valentine's day, lambs!  i'm headed out to the mall to do a little shoppin'.  who needs a lover when you've got dolce and gabbana?  okay, so i'm a little bitter that i don't have a date tonight.  even krista, our butt-ugly i.t. gal at work scored a date for tonight.  what's wrong with me?  bah.  i'll see you all later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107678936639449910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107678936639449910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107678936639449910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107678936639449910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/happy-valentines-day-lambs-im-headed.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107646881189561772</id><published>2004-02-10T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:17:47.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as you know, i'm not big on this blogging thing... i dun go and read tons of blogs on a daily basis,,..  but ocasionally, tho, i would check out the recently updated list on the blogger main page just to see what people are up to.so anyways, i go and click on some link, and i eventually end up on this woman's site. and she's posting, like, gajillions of entrieis every friggin day..  i was, like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107646881189561772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107646881189561772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107646881189561772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107646881189561772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/as-you-know-im-not-big-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107637446614906296</id><published>2004-02-09T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T16:56:58.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bah... this day couldn't suck any more ass.  first i couldn't get my hair right this morning.  i was going for the xtina aguilera circa 2004 grammy night trashy 50s kinda look but ended up looking like a peasant with split ends.  then i find out that one of checks bounced,,, my stupid landlord forgot to cash one of my rent checks, like, from july of last year. they decided to cash it today,,  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107637446614906296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107637446614906296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107637446614906296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107637446614906296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107611614898071705</id><published>2004-02-06T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T20:58:55.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, let's get you up to speed on what's happend to me in the last, what, ten months?i'm not gonna spin out every single thing, but just suffice to say that i went into serious mode... ya know,, life, career, love, family, the whole nine inches.  searchin' for meaning,, asking myself  questions... findin' out what i relaly want... ya know?  i quit my job so that i could go and work with my old</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107611614898071705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107611614898071705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107611614898071705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107611614898071705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-lets-get-you-up-to-speed-on-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107608617778984761</id><published>2004-02-06T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T08:51:20.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well... as you can see, i've decided to do this again. i even took the time to do a little redesignin'!  ya like? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107608617778984761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107608617778984761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107608617778984761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107608617778984761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-107601768121448908</id><published>2004-02-05T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T14:12:06.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two things from out of nowhere:1) janet's boob at super bowl... my god!  get over it, people!  it was just a tit.  it wasn't even that big.2). i've now reached a point where i must decide if i should just close this site completely... dlete the account and all... or pick up from where i left off....,,,  it's been a while... i don't even know if i still got it in me to come here and talk about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107601768121448908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=107601768121448908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107601768121448908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/107601768121448908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/two-things-from-out-of-nowhere-1.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-106071631483674899</id><published>2003-08-12T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T12:25:14.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, yeah.,,. i'm back.  did anybody miss me?  it feels like i' been away for years.  so much has changed! for starters... i have a new job.  i got sick of the pressure and the lesbian advances from mrs. cobb so i said fuck it and quit.  i'm now workin where i should be, under my old boss.  *wink, wink*  he called me about a week after i quit. when he found out that i was jobless, he immediately</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106071631483674899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=106071631483674899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/106071631483674899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/106071631483674899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2003/08/so-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-106052855040503799</id><published>2003-08-10T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T08:19:15.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Calling All Women!Are you and your girlfriends like Samantha from Sex and The City? Do you and your friends go onthe prowl looking for hot guys to seduce? Are you sexually liberated, open, and not afraid to goafter what you want? Do you and your girlfriends go out a lot just to hook up with guys? Are youdevoted to having fun with no strings attached and could care less about having a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106052855040503799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=106052855040503799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/106052855040503799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/106052855040503799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2003/08/calling-all-women-are-you-and-your.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-106009901472985000</id><published>2003-08-05T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T08:56:54.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi lambs!  guess who makin' a comeback?  yes, that's right!  i hope you saved up all your lovin' for me.more later!  right now, i gotta werk!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106009901472985000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=106009901472985000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/106009901472985000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/106009901472985000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2003/08/hi-lambs-guess-who-makin-comeback-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-90774564</id><published>2003-03-15T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T12:25:04.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the shy girl's guide to becoming a whore. case y'all wonderin how it's done.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/90774564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=90774564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/90774564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/90774564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2003/03/shy-girls-guide-to-becoming-whore.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-90440456</id><published>2003-03-09T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T21:55:38.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm takin a sabbaticle... go here while i figure shit out.  she's the closest to me that i could find out there.  enjoy.  you're welcome.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/90440456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=90440456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/90440456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/90440456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2003/03/im-takin-sabbaticle.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-89519565</id><published>2003-02-21T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T11:04:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a strong feelin that ppl from work are readin this site.  shit!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/89519565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=89519565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/89519565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/89519565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2003/02/i-have-strong-feelin-that-ppl-from.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256340.post-88545826</id><published>2003-02-04T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T11:43:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes, i've died an' gone to slut heaven.lolol i'm alive, obviously. sorry for the thin updates. i got really whacked by so much work before the end of last year.  i almost had a nervous meltdown.  it's smooth-sailin now, thank god.i've got so much to tell you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/feeds/88545826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3256340&amp;postID=88545826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/88545826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3256340/posts/default/88545826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slutblog.blogspot.com/2003/02/yes-ive-died-gone-to-slut-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905906951325772631</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
