<?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-5599529607205571370</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:47:39.376-06:00</updated><category term='Sunday Night Movie'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category term='DUI'/><category term='fights'/><category term='Fringle'/><category term='Family'/><category term='ram'/><category term='Partying'/><category term='Yes'/><category term='NYR'/><category term='Foxxy'/><category term='Fiji'/><category term='Big'/><category term='Girls Night'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Nigel'/><category term='work'/><category term='Mr. J'/><category term='Kid Sister'/><category term='Killer Cramps'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='me'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='Ugly Sweater Party'/><category term='money problems'/><category term='my insanity'/><category term='No Sex'/><category term='Giraffe'/><category term='Drunk'/><category term='Doctors'/><category term='Biz'/><category term='The Mrs'/><category term='Fuckship'/><category term='roomie'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='school'/><category term='Oh Shit'/><category term='Buddie'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Valet'/><category term='Brazil'/><category term='random starbursts'/><category term='Journalist'/><category term='career'/><category term='Tattooed Vixen'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Satan'/><category term='The Ex'/><category term='love'/><category term='drugs'/><title type='text'>Ms. Pink (20something) Zebra</title><subtitle type='html'>...my life of school, semi-career, love, friends, family, vodka and sex in the not so big city...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-978405748324041842</id><published>2009-05-04T16:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:54:34.717-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><title type='text'>....i'm baaacckk....</title><content type='html'>kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the internet/cable turned off at my house and so I haven't been able to blog and that is very very sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my blog friends and I know u miss me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am busy studing for finals so I can't make this long. And I'll try and blog more when I move back in with my dad next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduate Friday with my A.S. Degree. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel and I are in a fuckship. I have a crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have court Wednesday for my DUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J and Buddie hate me. (Long story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all I have time for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all and I will be back to normal soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-978405748324041842?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/978405748324041842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-baaacckk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/978405748324041842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/978405748324041842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-baaacckk.html' title='....i&apos;m baaacckk....'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-4884531143612006653</id><published>2009-03-30T14:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:27:07.222-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuckship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Night Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Sunday Night Movie</title><content type='html'>Last night was saw Monsters vs. Aliens in 3-D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was adorable. So funny. Seth Cogen is the BOB (blue blob) and he is hilarious. Makes wise cracking jokes the whole time and falls in love with Jell-O. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being 22 and still seeing kid shows. It is SO fun. It was a cute show and reminded me of Monsters Inc. which is one of my fave movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CfxWOpFNoRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CfxWOpFNoRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel and I are in a FUCKSHIP!! (More than a fuck friend. His words not mine.) We have hung out the last 3 weeks in a row which is really rare for us. It has been great though. He finally seems to understand that I just want sex and I am not going to stalk him. LOL. Only took 6-7 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't found a job. I am looking very hard. I hope to find one soon. I am not worried though. I know something will come up soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want another tattoo. A crown on my foot. I am getting it as soon as I get my job. So hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-4884531143612006653?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4884531143612006653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-night-movie_30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4884531143612006653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4884531143612006653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-night-movie_30.html' title='Sunday Night Movie'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-3425735641328171408</id><published>2009-03-25T13:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:18:31.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Night Movie'/><title type='text'>Sunday Night Movie</title><content type='html'>I haven't done Sunday Night Movie in awhile so I will catch you up on the movies I have recently seen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, man. Classic Paul Rudd movie. Hilarious. I really loved it. I laughed hysterically the whole time. The best movie I have seen since Coraline. I really really like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNElMm8otiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNElMm8otiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last House on the Left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible. Really sadistic and a horrible rape scene. It was just too much for me to handle. Well, it was good in character development and such but it was just a sad story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sl2lmFPBGN8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sl2lmFPBGN8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great movie. Who doesn't love looking at a giant blue penis for 2 hours. Great movie. I really like it. Lots of action and lots of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E4blSrZvPhU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E4blSrZvPhU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. 3 weeks of movies I have missed. Ooops. I'll get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-3425735641328171408?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3425735641328171408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-night-movie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3425735641328171408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3425735641328171408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-night-movie.html' title='Sunday Night Movie'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-6870698627248664734</id><published>2009-03-23T21:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:00:29.938-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><title type='text'>Oppsy Daisy</title><content type='html'>I call you all out and then disappear myself. I think there is a word for that, but we are all grown up enough to not call each other names so moving on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my full time job. Yes. I quit. On St. Paty's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SchZHqUcKPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8Fl_OiW9yOU/s1600-h/quit-my-job-tin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SchZHqUcKPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8Fl_OiW9yOU/s320/quit-my-job-tin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316597348264847602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely liberating. I was beginning to hate my job. I am too young to hate my job. I know, I know it was stupid. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my server job and an interview tomorrow at a few clothing stores. Bonus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to focus on school and my job was becoming more important and I don't want to stay there forever. Plus I wasn't selling very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it felt like a break up. Something I have needed to do but haven't done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw everyone on Saturday for a coworkers birthday. It was a blast seeing everyone. And I will continue to see them on occasion. I still consider myself a part of the family. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel and I had AMAZING sex on Friday night. I drove up there and saw his sexy ass playing at a bar. He looks SO good playing acoustic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said something I don't understand..."It is suppose to be like this." As we are making out and giggling and just have a fun naked time. I was like fun and he goes "I am still trying to figure it out". This is where DWP should share his knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all kiddies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-6870698627248664734?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6870698627248664734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/oppsy-daisy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6870698627248664734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6870698627248664734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/oppsy-daisy.html' title='Oppsy Daisy'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SchZHqUcKPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8Fl_OiW9yOU/s72-c/quit-my-job-tin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-8138709637919297672</id><published>2009-03-16T22:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:17:48.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>WTF Blogosphere!!</title><content type='html'>Thats right. I am calling you ALL out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my followers and for that I am grateful but why the lack of comments. Am I that boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care about followers and comments at first but once you get a few it is very exciting. Now all that excitement has stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am in a withering relationship. Shit. How did we get here? LOL. But seriously? What has happened? Is my life boring? Kinda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big is on his way over and he is taking FAR too fucking long. Idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got a call from him appartently he got too fucked up when he went to his friends to pick up some adderall. Fucking Idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep him around? It has been 4 yrs of this bullshit of him saying he will come over and then not. Granted he did sound really fucked up and was all don't yell at me wah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking idiot. Me and him. Mostly me. Thats who I am mad cuz I keep putting up with this shit. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-8138709637919297672?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8138709637919297672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf-blogosphere.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8138709637919297672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8138709637919297672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf-blogosphere.html' title='WTF Blogosphere!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-6007834949346730719</id><published>2009-03-15T16:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:49:17.089-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Post Whore</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention what happened Thursday night. Sure you could figure it out from the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sb2EM8jmr7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/35hlgVXnS1s/s1600-h/sex_positions_missionary_position.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sb2EM8jmr7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/35hlgVXnS1s/s200/sex_positions_missionary_position.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313548493315813298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nigel. I couldn't resist. He was SO sexy. And him grinding his leather clad crotch in my face was just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally worth it though. :) And he was super sweet about it and said we don't have to have sex and we can just hang out. Again fuckin idiots. I pushed more for sex because I didn't know if I could handle not. I might crush on him more. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I lost my train of thought. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-6007834949346730719?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6007834949346730719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-whore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6007834949346730719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6007834949346730719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-whore.html' title='Post Whore'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sb2EM8jmr7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/35hlgVXnS1s/s72-c/sex_positions_missionary_position.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-394088282045075598</id><published>2009-03-15T16:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:34:46.231-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Fuckin Idiots</title><content type='html'>Boys. Fuckin idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel says we need to figure out what's going on between us. WTF. Umm...sex. You were the one who said it was just sex and we are not to cuddle or talk other than when we see eachother at the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so how that has changed. We cuddle every night at his house and send dirty pics every once in awhile. I saw him at the bar before the show and he runs over and hugs me and picks me up and kisses me on the forehead. Lets me friend take some pics of me and then hugs and kisses me again and says come meet so so and so. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J and I haven't hung out on a weekend in almost 2 months. Since we stopped having sex. WTF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see each other on movie nights, (Monday and Wednesday) but no beer pong, shots or anything of our regular sort. I have had to text him the last few weekends and he's been all oh ya come over. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing him tonight for movie night and totally calling him out. I hate that my bmf is being such a douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys. Fuckin Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't make up their fucking minds on what they really want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck buddy? Girlfriend? Can a fuck buddy become a girlfriend? Do I really like her? Are we really friends or more? Does she expect more? Does she really have feelings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fucking boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-394088282045075598?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/394088282045075598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuckin-idiots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/394088282045075598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/394088282045075598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuckin-idiots.html' title='Fuckin Idiots'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-2815103412602026914</id><published>2009-03-10T23:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:30:21.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><title type='text'>Frank Zappa</title><content type='html'>I don't want to talk about my day so I'll tell a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Thursday night after seeing Nigel at the bar I go with Nigel to take the band to their hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are driving back to where my car is and I tell him we can't have sex b/c it is that time of the month. I offer to do anal instead and he says "I need to be in a specific mindset to do that." WTF? No idea. I just reply "Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting there deciding if I should give him road head or just wait til we get to my car I hear "I have been in you and you have been in me too. And we have been together some intimately." I start laughing hysterically and ask "Who the hell is this?" "Frank Zappa" he says. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the melody and beat. It is what makes it SO funny. It is a song from the 70s and just so random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style='width:470px;height:406px;' width='470' height='406' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' data='http://video.web.de/movie/5225162'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://video.web.de/movie/5225162'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='AllowFullscreen' value='true'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://video.web.de/movie/5225162' width='470' height='406'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://video.web.de/watch/5225162/Frank_Zappa_I_Have_Been_In_You' title='Frank Zappa - I Have Been In You - WEB.DE Video'&gt;Frank Zappa - I Have Been In You - WEB.DE Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel listens to the BEST music. He is always giving me cds and I love most of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we hooked up (before the lent thing) I heard a song by Red Hot Chili Peppers. "I want to party on your pussy baby. I want to party on your pussssyyy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See amazing right. Check out Elbow, Ours and Portishead. Those are my new favorites. I am usually a radio person and so these are new bands for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-2815103412602026914?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2815103412602026914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/frank-zappa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2815103412602026914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2815103412602026914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/frank-zappa.html' title='Frank Zappa'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-4377250189736280249</id><published>2009-03-06T22:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:53:47.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter...</title><content type='html'>I just joined twitter. I know. Odd. I don't know why but something possessed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just having a lazy Friday night. Rented/Bought some movies and I am just gonna relax and watch a movie and have a glass of wine. Awesome night huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I was the only single person in the movie store and I felt good about it not saddened. Progress methinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got a booty txt. Damn it. :::pours more wine:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch House Bunny now. I'll try and link my twitter think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/mspinkzebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-4377250189736280249?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4377250189736280249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4377250189736280249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4377250189736280249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitter.html' title='Twitter...'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-8969940634095160101</id><published>2009-03-05T23:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:25:47.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foxxy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mrs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Candy Girls</title><content type='html'>I am not going to lie I am going DVR that show. Looks fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Night I had a break down at Mr. J's. Thank god the girls were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cried about me not having sex for 40 days and how noone thinks I can handle it. And only knowing how to be sex. Or feeling like thats how I'll always be perceived. It is my greatest fear that I will never be more than sex. Isn't that sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....I smoked pot with my roomies and my neighbors put a note in the door asking us not to smoke instead. LOL. Oops. Learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to label baby shower invites for my niece J. Rose! :) I am super excited for her. &lt;br /&gt;(BTW my kid sister is prego wtih a girl. I am throwing her baby shower.) I don't know why I didn't mention this eariler. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-8969940634095160101?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8969940634095160101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/candy-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8969940634095160101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8969940634095160101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/candy-girls.html' title='Candy Girls'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-3194744645824872159</id><published>2009-03-04T02:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:22:53.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Shit'/><title type='text'>WTF!!! What did I get myself into?</title><content type='html'>3 days. Only 3 fuckin days and I am dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bar after work with some lady coworkers and saw Oh Shit. And man did he turn me on. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had sex and now that I can't I want it double as much. And I really want to break my vow and just let him bend me over and uhhh....fantasies. wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends D and C are going to University and we are the same age and they are seniors and finishing up their degrees and are doing very well for themselves. They volunteer in our community and are really able to focus on their studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire these girls SO much. I was friends with them and lived on campus the summer I graduate high school (June 05) and I always would sneak out to go party. LOL. But I really regret it now. I could be graduating this summer with my B.A. instead of my A.S. but instead I partied my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to finally reel that in. I know with this new position at work I can make enough money that I can take 2 yrs off working and really focus on my studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my wish and I will make it come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-3194744645824872159?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3194744645824872159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf-what-did-i-get-myself-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3194744645824872159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3194744645824872159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf-what-did-i-get-myself-into.html' title='WTF!!! What did I get myself into?'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-3221328419313207204</id><published>2009-03-02T00:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:23:09.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Night Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Sex'/><title type='text'>Makes me giggle...</title><content type='html'>Sunday Night Movie was YoungGuns 2. Super sexy show. Ocean's 11 on horses and in the west. Makes me randy. Strange I know. It is crazy how it all really happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wH28Hg5eX0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wH28Hg5eX0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kath and Kim. It is hilarious. I love this show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SauGkm2sqYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/trT_1fe4i7o/s1600-h/kathkimus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SauGkm2sqYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/trT_1fe4i7o/s200/kathkimus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308484549249640834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 of no sex and Buddie challenged me to not mastrubate either. I just chuckled..way too much. So it is still no sex. :) I need some release some tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I erased Valet, Oh Shit and Heman's number. They are just not that into me. :) &lt;br /&gt;BTW I am reading that book. I need something new for my dating life and these next 40days I will be researching and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to eat some ice cream and catch up on my dvr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-3221328419313207204?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3221328419313207204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/makes-me-giggle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3221328419313207204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3221328419313207204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/03/makes-me-giggle.html' title='Makes me giggle...'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SauGkm2sqYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/trT_1fe4i7o/s72-c/kathkimus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7781135071477707238</id><published>2009-02-28T13:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:06:34.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Shit'/><title type='text'>40 Days and 40 Nights Biotches!!</title><content type='html'>Remember this movie? Well it is me in real life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right kids. I am giving up sex for lent. Woo. Nobody thinks I can do it. Which really hurts me but makes sense. I am a nympho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a late start. I had sex with Nigel Thursday night and Friday morning and lent started Wednesday. Oops. So I added 2 days and instead of it ending April 11 it will end April 13. :) It is going to be pretty crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified I will only be sex and nothing more. I let Valet, Nigel, Oh Shit, Big, Mr. J and Heman that I gave up sex for lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valet: Nice. (sarcastic, I am sure.)&lt;br /&gt;Nigel: Another reason I hate religions. &lt;br /&gt;Oh Shit: Hit me up in 40 days. Haha. Just Kidding. (But he didn't respond when I asked what he was up to later that Friday night.)&lt;br /&gt;Big: Ya right. You're the horniest bitch I know.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J: Seriously? Not me. &lt;br /&gt;Heman: Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idea was true. These men just want sex, and I am ok with giving it to Mr. J and Nigel b/c that is where we started but the other ones can go fuck themselves and see how fun it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mr. J and I are no longer having sex. He decided that he needed to stop using me as a crutch but didn't tell me this so I kept trying to have sex and finally he tells me this. And I say that is very true and I wish you would have just said that a month ago instead of being an asshole about sex. He says "Sorry, I didn't think it was that important." WTF dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is SO true though, Mr. J and I use each other for sex and the comfort of a bf/gf without actually having a bf/gf. I met Heman and Valet and still hung out with Mr. J b/c I knew what would happen. It was safe. Now we are taking chances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, tonight he is going to Gambling Town with a bunch of our mutual friends and I am NOT going. For the first time in almost a year I am NOT going with Mr. J to Gambling Town. We go about once a month and I am not going. I am super proud and super sad. I know I am going to miss out on lots but I am going to hang out with the Cleavage Crew instead. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats it. No sex for 40 days. Should be entertaining. I wonder if it will make me feel more lonely or more whole? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7781135071477707238?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7781135071477707238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/40-days-and-40-nights-biotches.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7781135071477707238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7781135071477707238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/40-days-and-40-nights-biotches.html' title='40 Days and 40 Nights Biotches!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-3434848322723911073</id><published>2009-02-25T21:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:08:29.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foxxy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Shit'/><title type='text'>Buy from me damnit!!! NOW!!!!</title><content type='html'>I started on the phones today at work and I didn't get a sale. Damnnit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am being super hard on myself. I do it a lot in case you haven't noticed. LOL. But I get some competitive and I really wanted one. Oh well there is tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Shit (Satan's Ex) came over last night. Nothing much happened here last night for Mardi Gras no boobs, no beads, it was kinda boring. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo we met at a bar and he was all "why havent you text me?" and I smiled and say "same to you bucko." It is true right. We dance and hang out and have fun with his guy friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says come over after and lets drink some more. Sure I say. Closing time and he is me, Foxxy and Oh Shit in the car. "I am like where are your friends hunny?" He asks Foxxy which one of his friends did she like and he will call her. We look at each other and are like we aren't those kinds of girls. We don't do the your friend hooks up with my friend because we are hooking up bullshit. Cleavage Crew can handle her own, we understand we all have needs and as long as we aren't left at a random house or left listening by ourself in the living room. We made a pact and we are pretty good about obeying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where Oh Shit pissed me off. He threw a fit and got out of my car (we were still in the parking lot) and so I am like whateva and start driving home. I was gonna txt him something sweet and snarky and he calls. Says he wants to come over he just didnt want to leave his car. WTF. I told him to just use his words and not be a baby and throw temper tanturms. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over and no sex. :) Go me!! He is adorable and I kinda like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what the future holds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to FIJI for my bday in december!! :) It is my destiny. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to post a pic but it is not working. Boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-3434848322723911073?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3434848322723911073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/buy-from-me-damnit-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3434848322723911073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3434848322723911073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/buy-from-me-damnit-now.html' title='Buy from me damnit!!! NOW!!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-5285198084550690645</id><published>2009-02-22T20:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:18:38.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>I am procrastinating to finish my article on domestic violence, inspired by Rihanna and Chris Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't quite decided who I feel about this, part of me is outraged and part of me is not. Hmm...anyway my girls and I have decided to start saying "You chris browned me you bitch" when we hit each other or say mean things. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..I guess I should get to work on my article so I can go to Mr. J's and met his daddy and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I wanna see the Hannah Montana movie. Haha. Cheesy right? But I love the show and I am really excited to see it. I think it looks cute, I'll take my sister or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aux91OLEcDQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aux91OLEcDQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-5285198084550690645?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5285198084550690645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/5285198084550690645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/5285198084550690645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-4032847682621258741</id><published>2009-02-21T23:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:57:55.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roomie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><title type='text'>Oh Shit SON!!!</title><content type='html'>Yo yo bitches. :) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey kiddies. Sorry I have been neglectful, I have been SO fucking busy with work, school and being my awesome self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duncan dounts coffee commercial is one and we don't have any here in my lovely location. Anyway I want some, it apparently makes you climb the roof and shout "I love duncan dounts coffee!" "This is my 6th cup". Really? WOW. I wonder if 12 cups makes you fly. I am going to order some online or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Monday I will be training with Married Ken (my sexy sexy ass boss!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SaDwYVIugUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WQUn7Wimxtk/s1600-h/ken+doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SaDwYVIugUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WQUn7Wimxtk/s200/ken+doll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305504661823717698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...training for being a sales rep. :) I am SO excited. As my profile states I work in Tourism. Which you would think would be a double move but it is a great move. It will double my income. So thats $60,000 min yrly. salary. Bonus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to stay I am stoked. I think I am going to do awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel and I had the best sex Thursday night and Friday morning. I called into to work Friday b/c I wanted to spend more time in the snowy woods with him. Whenever I sit in his hottub admist the tallest evergreen (mybe) and listen to snow fall or birds I feel relaxed. I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Private Practice and I want a relationship like Cooper and Charolette. I am Charolette, I am that cold hearted bitch who only wants sex and then I fall for this guy and cheat on him to make him go away and actually feel bad about it. Have real true remorse. That is what I want someday. Crazy how fucked up my emotional/dating/girly/crazy/weird thoughts are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I are doing great. My apartment is looking amazing. I love it. Her and her bf are super cute. Like from a movie, he cooked for her tonight. I almost cried. I have never had a guy cook for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me expect a 25 random things I want to do before 2009 is over and I believe it is 12 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-4032847682621258741?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4032847682621258741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-shit-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4032847682621258741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4032847682621258741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-shit-son.html' title='Oh Shit SON!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SaDwYVIugUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WQUn7Wimxtk/s72-c/ken+doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-2153595222680567437</id><published>2009-02-16T19:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:33:01.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><title type='text'>For the shallow...</title><content type='html'>*Warning*&lt;br /&gt;This post might piss a few people off so if you don't consider yourself shallow or whateva please don't read. :) I promise these won't happen often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about 5'5ish and 115lbs. so that makes me pretty small and I have lost about 10lbs over the last 3 months due to my DUI and waitressing 20hrs a week. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it annoys me to pieces knowing that people are taking about my weight really bothers me. I have been asked if I am using drugs again but the girls, if I am eating by my parents and more. I have explained over and over that it is stress and my body losses weight like crazy under stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE that I have lost weight, well kinda. It has given me my 6 pack back and my legs look nice but I am worried about my health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't really talk about my weight b/c people who are "bigger" than me get offended. Like I have no right to be complaining about my weight loss or how nice it is to be able to eat whateva the fuck I want and still be thin. I didn't ask for this and I work with what I have. I love my body don't get my wrong but it is just as frustrating to not gain weight as it is to not lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..off my soap box. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. I am all moved into my new place now I just need to unpack. I love unpacking. Weird I know. But I LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to finish my article and unpacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-2153595222680567437?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2153595222680567437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-shallow.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2153595222680567437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2153595222680567437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-shallow.html' title='For the shallow...'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-3769192546571368360</id><published>2009-02-15T15:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:36:34.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journalist'/><title type='text'>F/U - Blogging Questions</title><content type='html'>I need some more help kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of a few more questions. If you could answer them that would be fab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you blog about mostly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you like to be quoted as? "Blog title" or "Name" (real of faux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you a college student? Post grad? Working professional? etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is it. :) I started writing and realized I needed more info. Plus I procrastinate like no other. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving went great. I am just finishing up today. Putting my room together, buying more things. :) I always try and find an excuse to buy something new. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all the help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-3769192546571368360?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3769192546571368360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/fu-blogging-questions.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3769192546571368360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3769192546571368360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/fu-blogging-questions.html' title='F/U - Blogging Questions'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-5147183059191534794</id><published>2009-02-13T22:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:08:08.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><title type='text'>I HAVE to say it....</title><content type='html'>I sometimes really HATE Sex and the City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain...I just watched the eposide where she brings the girls back to meet the Russian and he is working. He says sorry and is working and the girls are all embrassased for her and just like ok we will leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is stupid. This is how me and my friends would react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...well he is working lets drink his liquor get drunk and have a girls night rockin in a random apartment in NYC. I dunno maybe we are still in our twenties and so that is ok. But I like to think that even in our thirites we will be like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I moved today. Well one whole load! :) hehe. I am moving bright and early tomorrow, my bros are coming over at 11 to help me. Ooo how they love me forcing them to help me more AGAIN and on Valentines Day nonetheless. Let's just say I had to seriously bribe them. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to beer pong at Mr. J's and then meeting the CC's at a kegger!! Woo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks to all who replied to my last post. You are all very helpful and I'll post my final article here on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-5147183059191534794?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5147183059191534794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-to-say-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/5147183059191534794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/5147183059191534794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-to-say-it.html' title='I HAVE to say it....'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-4573310204536669555</id><published>2009-02-10T23:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:16:31.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all blogger friends!!</title><content type='html'>Kiddies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your help. :) This week's article is about blogging and the addiction behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SZJsdrKCcgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hjS1Pacqp9M/s1600-h/journalist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SZJsdrKCcgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hjS1Pacqp9M/s200/journalist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301418968425329154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a few questions and I hope you will help me with this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do you blog?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you addicted?&lt;br /&gt;3. How many blogs do you follow?&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you an anonymous blogger?&lt;br /&gt;Why or Why not?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do your friends know you blog? &lt;br /&gt;Anonymous or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;6. How long have you been blogging?&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the best part of blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about this, it will increase your readership. Unless you don't want your name used please just let me know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave comments or shot me an email. It would be greatly appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks kids!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-4573310204536669555?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4573310204536669555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/calling-all-blogger-friends.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4573310204536669555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4573310204536669555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/calling-all-blogger-friends.html' title='Calling all blogger friends!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SZJsdrKCcgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hjS1Pacqp9M/s72-c/journalist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7465492976855012348</id><published>2009-02-10T12:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:13:50.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roomie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUI'/><title type='text'>Woo!! Good News!!</title><content type='html'>Good news!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the roomie are signing our lease today!! I am super excited!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pay off my attorney by the end of the month!! Woo. That is super exciting. I still don't have a court date yet but that gives me plenty of time to save. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking good. :) I just hope they stay this way. Woo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start saving all this money. It is gonna be great. Woo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I am going to treat myself to something special for Valentine's Day. &lt;br /&gt;Like a new purse, new boots, new jeans and some sexy panties. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7465492976855012348?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7465492976855012348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/woo-good-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7465492976855012348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7465492976855012348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/woo-good-news.html' title='Woo!! Good News!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-1181923557678155307</id><published>2009-02-09T18:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:10:05.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Night Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors'/><title type='text'>Sunday Night Movie</title><content type='html'>Last night we saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Coraline&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super cute. It was like a modern 3-d Alice in Wonderland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wucwkOxJmPc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wucwkOxJmPc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great show and really refreshing to see a cute family movie after all the guy action flicks we have been seeing. Also, Wednesday we will be seeing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Push&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead of the normal movie at Mr. J's. Should be a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;I found a roommate! :) WOO!! She came over yesterday we talked and she is 19, works FT goes to school. We work different schedules so it works out perfect. I am very excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard from Valet today. :) So we will see what happens with that. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home sick again with a headache. I made a doctors appt. for next week. Hopefully they are just stress, tension, exhaustion headaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to finish homework. Which is difficult when your head is throbbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-1181923557678155307?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1181923557678155307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-night-movie_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/1181923557678155307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/1181923557678155307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-night-movie_09.html' title='Sunday Night Movie'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-4722787780486303996</id><published>2009-02-08T17:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:37:41.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Scandal Time!!</title><content type='html'>That's right kids. You have been waiting anixously for a scandal and here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at the bar after 3 scooby snacks, 2 vodka shots, 4 copper camels and an AMF (surprised I am not dead? Me too.) I saw him...Satan's ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say hug, say hi and chat for a mintue. I go back upstairs and dance and soon I see him again, so we start dancing. Well grinding and just having a good time. A jager shot and it is time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we come to the conclusion that he should come over for pizza and spooning. (As you recall we pregamed at my place and we were cabbin it back to my place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long ass cab ride later and we make it my place. Pizza and Forgetting Sarah Marshall and it is a good way to mellow down a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where it gets good....&lt;br /&gt;He is packing somethng special. :) We didn't have sex but some fellactio was performed and some hand action for myself. :) It was great. The hottest non-sex sex ever!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I feel bad...it's Satan's ex. Satan and I have known eachother for about 4 years but we aren't super close. When she got married Oct 2007 she asked me to be a bridesmaid and when I told her I couldn't afford the dress for another month or so she stopped talking to me, didn't invite me to the ceremony and was semi-forced to invite me to the reception. When she divorced June 08 and needed a party pal I was there. But she wasn't there for me when I broke up with The Ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clearly I don't consider her a real friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with him. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan on telling her either b/c I am pretty sure it was a one time thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my scandal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-4722787780486303996?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4722787780486303996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/scandal-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4722787780486303996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4722787780486303996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/scandal-time.html' title='Scandal Time!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-356354343373355434</id><published>2009-02-07T21:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:31:29.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><title type='text'>....I dunno....</title><content type='html'>I am here at my house waiting for my girls to come over so we can pregame before going out for a girls night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am the darker one. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SY5falZcWFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0QxJp2W5-sE/s1600-h/ist2_1773589-girls-night-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SY5falZcWFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0QxJp2W5-sE/s200/ist2_1773589-girls-night-out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300278721781717074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...I noticed many of my blogger friends have these super neat avator things. I didn't really like the one I created so I used the South Park version. Represents me a little more. LOL. :) I am sorta sad to admit that I watch South Park but yes I do. Good for you!! :) (I hope someone gets that). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hear heels and laughter. The ladies are here. The night begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-356354343373355434?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/356354343373355434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dunno.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/356354343373355434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/356354343373355434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dunno.html' title='....I dunno....'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SY5falZcWFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0QxJp2W5-sE/s72-c/ist2_1773589-girls-night-out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-6965875967473079012</id><published>2009-02-07T12:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:35:07.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>I'm Pathetic....</title><content type='html'>It's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had sex in 15 days which is a REALLY long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mr. J's hoping I would finally get sex. And no he had a girl over damn it. So I hang out for a bit and make an excuse I am going to get sex and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I get sex? No. I lied b/c I don't want to see Mr. J with another girl. Not that I actually want him for myself, but b/c I don't want him with anyone else. I know crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I am home I drink more and realize I have been single for 6 months and I want what The Ex gave me. He made me feel important too him, wanted, needed, in more than a sex way. I don't get that from anyone else I am currently fooling around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to cut Mr. J and Big out of my live. Mr. J is my best friend and Big is someone I will admittedly say I really really care/like about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. Ugh. I am pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just finally at that point when I want more than sex and want someone to want me for more than sex. Man I sound like a slut. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-6965875967473079012?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6965875967473079012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-pathetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6965875967473079012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6965875967473079012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-pathetic.html' title='I&apos;m Pathetic....'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7151879962113846103</id><published>2009-02-05T19:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:18:25.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors'/><title type='text'>NO!! NO!!! NO!! Please God NO!!! NO!!</title><content type='html'>Shit. My tooth hurts. Which means I need to make a dentist appt asap. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the dentist. Cold chair, an old man with huge glasses, a weird smell, and my gums don't like to numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SYuow7PmFcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MjZE_OiWBkA/s1600-h/dentist2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SYuow7PmFcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MjZE_OiWBkA/s200/dentist2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299514945021810114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really bad at making appts for any type of doctor; eye, gyno, dentist, regular doctor. They suck and I hate paying $20 just to be told it's just a cold and I need plenty of fluids. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even put a reminder on my phone so I won't forget. LOL. Oh I forgot the best part. My dentist name is Dr. Pickett!! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home sick today because I have another stress headache, my 3rd one this week. Have I called a doctor, no. I just drug myself on lortabs. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still haven't heard from Valet. Hmm...am I kinda in crazy girl mode right now so I am very aware I am being crazy. Just let it be. Deal with it. I promise it will pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7151879962113846103?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7151879962113846103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-no-no-please-god-no-no.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7151879962113846103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7151879962113846103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-no-no-please-god-no-no.html' title='NO!! NO!!! NO!! Please God NO!!! NO!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SYuow7PmFcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MjZE_OiWBkA/s72-c/dentist2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7824212900098578537</id><published>2009-02-03T23:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:19:33.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fringle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><title type='text'>Sneaky Bitches</title><content type='html'>Random title I know. Let me explain. I am watching the new 90210 and this girl is pretending to be worse than she really is so the popular guy will give her attention. Are girl sneaky or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sneaky bitches! We all know we have been there a time or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spoke with an advisor at University to see what I needed to do to be sure everything transfers over from Community College and I am good to go in Spring 2010. Forever away I know. But I won't have my A.S. until the end of summer semester which conflict with deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a blessing in disguise though. My ultimate college dream is to only work PT and really drown myself in the college experience. And not worry so much about work and balancing school. It is always stressful and I feel like I am missing out on something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my fear, why I kill myself weekly, making sure I get school done, work done and still see my friends. I feel like I will miss out on my college years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking off fall semester I plan on continuing working both jobs and saving money so I can attend school FT for the next 2 years. I talked with my mom about it and she thinks it is a great idea and that we shoud move back in together this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister is prego with my niece who is due in May, my mom's lease is up in July and mine is up in June. So universially it lines up perfectly. :) It just might be slighly embrassasing to say that I live with my mom. LOL. I'll just say we are roommates. Loophole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a boring post. Let me think of something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had sex in 11 fuckin days. I am dying kiddies. Hopefully Mr. J will put out tomorrow or I am having to go see Nigel tomorrow night in all his 80s sexiness!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else. I have been single for 6 months this is the LONGEST I have been single since I was 18. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first Vday alone. Well I have Mr. J and Buddie for my valentines. Guess what my gift for them is....Vodka with red food coloring. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As self centered as I am I am quite shocked at how many followers I have. I didn't think I would ever get more than my mom. And I always get a big grin on my face when I see that number go up. So welcome Patronus to my not so humble abode! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am off to bed. I didn't do any homework. Blah. I didn't have much just proofread my article but still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7824212900098578537?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7824212900098578537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/sneaky-bitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7824212900098578537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7824212900098578537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/sneaky-bitches.html' title='Sneaky Bitches'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-4715005423079363108</id><published>2009-02-02T20:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:43:18.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><title type='text'>Save the Worst for Last</title><content type='html'>I cleaned my bathroom today. Holy shit was that place disgusting. It was horrible. I don't know how I managed to get ready or shower in that mess. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it is super spick and span. (is that the right saying? hmm...) Smells super nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work I got a gift from one of my co-workers for Vday. We always give little gift with petty cash on holidays. It had some really neat stuff, Maid in Manhattan, candles, body wash and here comes the best part....(drum roll please)....some aromatherapy lotion from bath and body works. Guess what flavor? Go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPTIMISM!! Hello, universe is calling me again. lol. But really! It smells really good and I feel a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will get better soon. :) I will just do my best to stay positive. Hard as it may be sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-4715005423079363108?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4715005423079363108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/save-worst-for-last.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4715005423079363108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4715005423079363108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/save-worst-for-last.html' title='Save the Worst for Last'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-3942065405776003170</id><published>2009-02-02T08:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:09:54.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Night Movie'/><title type='text'>Sunday Night Movie</title><content type='html'>The boys didn't want to see anything that is playing at the theather so we watched a movie at the house. We watched KingPin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen this. It was hilarious. It is about a bowler (Woody Harrelson) who in 1979 has an accident and loses his bowling hand. He then sees an amish boy who can bowl really well and wants to train him to beat the guy who is to blame for his missing hand (Bill Murray). It is over the top hilarious. It is like a movie about a football player, basketball player only with bowling. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my favorite quotes&lt;br /&gt;"Some of the dress ya' wear ya' need 2 hairdos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't puke when I drink. I puke when I don't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it about good sex that makes me want to crap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tanquery and Tab keep em comin sweets. I got a long drive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious!! There are a few more but I couldn't remember. :) And the best part, you could see Woody's penis shape the whole time!! Awesome!! I tried to find a scene and I couldn't. If you have it, watch it and you will see it when he bowls in 1979 and then turns around. It is amazing.!! hehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6LEuhBT4TUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6LEuhBT4TUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-3942065405776003170?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3942065405776003170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-night-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3942065405776003170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3942065405776003170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-night-movie.html' title='Sunday Night Movie'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-1056039248635624474</id><published>2009-02-01T18:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:41:47.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money problems'/><title type='text'>Damn it!!</title><content type='html'>Fuck. Really? Seriously? Is this really happening? Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that I can't seem to go more than one day without something negative/shitty/fucked up happening to me. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case and point.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I was SO excited about my article!! Woo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did my taxes, Federal Refund $469 and State Refund -$396!! I owe my state money WTF!! Good. It is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't found a roommate. I owe my attorney more $$ in 2 weeks. Valet is ignoring me. (I am thinking it has to do with his gma but still.) I had to spend $50 on buying a new phone b/c my other one broke. I get it back in a mail in rebate, but still. Today at work sucked b/c of the super bowl. I only made $45 fuckin dollars!! Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, I am done bitching. My point is, it's hard for me to stay  positive and happy when bad things keep happening. I keep trying to push through the negaitive cloud. My apartment is clean which is very nice to open the door and see it nice and tidy. I get a refund of my impound fee $330. Woo!! I have my phoenix quote on my bathroom mirror. I am surrouding myself with positive vibes but those negative bitches keep comin through. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now off to a super bowl party. At little late but I had to finish my article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the comments. I am still super stoked about it. Oh and and Bella I am a binge drinker myself, I thought I would just write about what I know. And drinking is something I am fluent in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-1056039248635624474?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1056039248635624474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/1056039248635624474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/1056039248635624474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-it.html' title='Damn it!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7734042063796940075</id><published>2009-01-31T13:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:20:53.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Go Me!!! WOO!!!</title><content type='html'>My very first article for my journalism class made it on the FRONT PAGE of my campus newpaper!!! WOO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO fuckin proud. I feel like a real journalist. This success is what I needed to make my realize all my changes will be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SYSvckHXK-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/sfwIDwV2dcg/s1600-h/journalist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SYSvckHXK-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/sfwIDwV2dcg/s200/journalist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297551966960298978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a look at my awesomeness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A new hobby for college students: binge drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten plastic cups arranged in a triangle on each end of the table. Three beers each used to fill them up and two players on each side with a pair of ping pong balls. Beer pong begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scenario rings true for many students at SLCC and other colleges across the country. Many college students are statistically considered binge drinkers, and may not realize they are. "I play between six and ten beer pong games on a regular weekend night," student Buddie Wilkerson said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The federal government's Centers for Disease Control and Prevention defines binge drinking as four or more drinks for women, and five or more drinks for men, in a two-hour span. One can consume four or more drinks during just two hours of beer pong, card games or other drinking games, all of which are geared toward consumption to the point of intoxication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Center for Science in the Public Interest 44 percent of college students drink alcohol at the binge level or greater. One in four students drink alcohol ten or more times a month. "I play beer pong a few times a month and even more in the summer months," Wilkerson said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun as it may be for those who play, college students may not be fully aware of the damaging effects. Tricia Bishop from SLCC Health and Wellness Services said, "Men and women metabolize alcohol differently which can lead to liver and brain damage, ruined social ties, and poor coursework." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to CSPI, binge drinking affects academic performance, and frequent binge drinkers are 21 times more likely to miss class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I failed my first year of college because I loved the party scene," student Sarah Jolles, who had to repeat several courses last semester, said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I notice quite a few students stop showing up to class after midterms or after a huge holiday weekend," teetotal student Ana Herendeen said. "I enjoy meeting new friends, having new experiences, and living the college dream, but not at the expense of my future career." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binge drinking can have long lasting effects; nineteen percent of college students are dependent on alcohol, according to CSPI. However, "there is a way for healthy drinking," Bishop said. "Two drinks a day for a man and one drink a day for a woman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"College is about letting loose and enjoying your twenties. Once I graduate, healthy drinking will be the way to go," Wilkerson said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go me!! :) I put a copy on the fridge and also got several more just in case. I am still really really excited, proud, obnixous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my cleaning has been going amazing. My house is feeling less stressed now. I see a connection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valet's Gma is in the hospital so I haven't seen him all week. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Brazil (she is my coworker at my admin job) and I had a conversatioon about work; we both feel the same way. We both feel stuck, under appriecated, under paid (I think everyone does), annoyed with how our manager treats us, just plain fed up. We both have been looking at looking for different jobs, but her husband just got laid off so she wants the security. It was a great bonding experience for us and I think both of us will be looking within the next 6 months. My job is great but I am ready for more responsibility and I am just not getting that. My job doesn't really allow us to take on more responsbility, b/c all the stuff we do it repeative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will see how that progresses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta finish cleaning the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to my 2 new followers, Shannon and Thatgirl! Welcome ladies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7734042063796940075?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7734042063796940075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-me-woo.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7734042063796940075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7734042063796940075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-me-woo.html' title='Go Me!!! WOO!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SYSvckHXK-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/sfwIDwV2dcg/s72-c/journalist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-309186201275177796</id><published>2009-01-27T11:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:17:30.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes'/><title type='text'>Fears...</title><content type='html'>I had an ephipany. Well it was a stoned moment but thats when I think the most. Sometimes it's good other times it really creeps me out. (I know, drugs are bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work I had a meeting with my manager and she said I need to work on my attitude and not interupt people while they are talking. (I know this already). So I am thinking about this during class and wondering why I never changed that part of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class I stopped by the resturant gig and grabbed my $35 check. Woo. $2.15/hr is the shit!! I ended up getting drinks with some of my coworkers and then we decided to go get stoned. Woo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading the Cosmo 2009 Astrology guide (I love this, it is always pretty accurate) and I come across these words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take The Dare - "Think before you speak to avoid those "I can't believe I just said that" moments you're so famous for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHAT THE FUCK!! HOLY SHIT!! WOW!! JESUS!!! SERIOUSLY!! HOLY FUCKIN SHIT!!! OK BREATHE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, when the Universe gives me guide it really smacks me hard. This happens to me a lot, sometimes big smacks and sometimes smaller smacks. And I always get warning signs when something bad it going to happen but I ignore them. This might sound crazy but I am psyhic. LOL. But really sometimes I creep myself out because I'll have a feeling and a few days later it will happen. Ok. That really sounds crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...this is the Universe telling me I need to change. Change is coming. Obama is in office and change is really here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is why I am depressed, anixous, and all that and I have known that for awhile but I am afraid to change. I know I need to change but I am terrifed but I don't know why. I am still trying to figure that out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to stop partying as much. I need to focus more on school. I need more intellecutal people. I need more working professionals in my group of friends. I need to become a classy woman. I need to change a few things clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some stoned online googling I found this quote....&lt;br /&gt;"It's best to have failure happen early in life. It wakes up the Phoenix bird in you so you rise from the ashes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SX9cujhrqbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/53Gp1vw6E6c/s1600-h/PhoenixRising.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SX9cujhrqbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/53Gp1vw6E6c/s200/PhoenixRising.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296053641691244978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WOW!!! HOLY SHIT!! THATS FUCKIN PERFECT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is offically day one of me changing. What I plan to do first is cut down my time with the boys to only 2/wk instead of 4/wk. Small, easy steps are what I need. And I will be cleaning my kitchen today and a different room of my apartment everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats that and now I am off to change myself. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this whole living alone in your twenties-hitting rock bottom-learning about yourself-making your own decisions-dealing with the consequences thing isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta,&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-309186201275177796?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/309186201275177796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/fears.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/309186201275177796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/309186201275177796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/fears.html' title='Fears...'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SX9cujhrqbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/53Gp1vw6E6c/s72-c/PhoenixRising.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7827112717652974306</id><published>2009-01-25T23:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:02:28.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night Movie</title><content type='html'>Tonight was saw Underworld : Rise of the Lycans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. 2 reasons I really wanted to see it. &lt;br /&gt;Micheal Sheen - Think Bill Gates gone sexy hippie Johnny Deep/Heath Ledger. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SX1eM6YW8kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OMGKg7wnoqY/s1600-h/3250517209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SX1eM6YW8kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OMGKg7wnoqY/s200/3250517209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295492312780436034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhona Mitra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SX1eM9byTcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AUHWKYxNTEs/s1600-h/rhona-mitra-2004-vanity-fair-oscar-party-10z0iu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SX1eM9byTcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AUHWKYxNTEs/s200/rhona-mitra-2004-vanity-fair-oscar-party-10z0iu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295492313600118210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great flick. It is a prequel to Underworld pretty much explains what has happened. I made complete sense, it wasn't like some prequels who end completely different it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fighting scenes were fuckin awesome, there is a great sence where they do something amazing that you aren't expecting. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great all around vampire/werewolf action flick. Pretty much if you have seen the first 2 then you will enjoy this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yvOb6rlYbSU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yvOb6rlYbSU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta,&lt;br /&gt;Ms. PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7827112717652974306?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7827112717652974306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-night-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7827112717652974306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7827112717652974306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-night-movie.html' title='Sunday Night Movie'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SX1eM6YW8kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OMGKg7wnoqY/s72-c/3250517209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-8335534638984004790</id><published>2009-01-25T14:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:06:10.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Night Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giraffe'/><title type='text'>I LIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey kiddies!!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure my missing presence on your dashboard has been distrubing and quite sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not though. I am here!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just been really busy with school and both jobs. I just haven't had a chance to blog about what has  been going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now I am really tired so I am just going to give a list of updates. And my next post will be juicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am crushing HARD core on the valet. he is such a sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;* Sunday Night Movie (last week)&lt;br /&gt; My Bloody Valentine and 3D!! Awesome! Great story line. Full frontal nudity.    It was great in 3D!!! Excatly what we wanted, blood, gore, ridiculous amounts of death and gore and of course the nudity. Awesome!! Check it out!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bsRbqpiqkKU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bsRbqpiqkKU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My license is NOT suspended!! WOO!! I think I mentioned that but I am still excited&lt;br /&gt;* My lawyer is going to try and get it down to a DUI Light. Which is SO good.&lt;br /&gt;* School is going great. I am taking a journalism class and I feel all profesh. I got a recorder for work and now I can interview people all the time. It is awesome!! I'll post my first article soon.&lt;br /&gt;* My weekend was awesome. We (Buddie, Mr. J, Giraffe, Buzz) went to Lava Hot Springs and had a blast!! It was a great weekend. That is why I am SO tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am off to sleep now. I will get a back on the blogging horse stat. I just had to get a routine down with classes starting and such. Woo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My valet might come over and nap with me!! yes!! I wonder how much napping will be involved!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed ya guys and it is good to be back. WOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-8335534638984004790?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8335534638984004790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-live.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8335534638984004790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8335534638984004790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-live.html' title='I LIVE!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-2537575368226963749</id><published>2009-01-16T02:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:56:36.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><title type='text'>FUCK YES!!!</title><content type='html'>Follow blogger friends...I have GREAT FUCKING news!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am currently drunk&lt;br /&gt;2. My license is NOT suspended. WOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. The valet and I went to play pool tonight and then ended up at my place to watch a movie. (I was a little nervous b/c I didn't want to put out yet) and we totally made out all crazy like and I was all you can stay the night and he was all no i gotta get up early. and then we started kissing and then he's all fuck and kinda pushes me away and says bye. i just say that i am giving him a really long kiss goodbye. and then he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i am so crushin on this boy. he didnt try and get in my pants, we just hang out and had a fun time, drank some wine and kissed a lot!! it was great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in such a better mood!!! big and i made up earlier and then i have a great night with valet!! wow!! i am fuckin excited. things are gettting better. i saw some light at the end of the tunnel!@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for all your suppport!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am drunk while typing this and i will laeve any errors I make just cuz its half the fun of drunk blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again guys. it really means a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wow. am i super excited about this boy. oh he just txt me!! woo!! i will see him sunday for the sunday night movie. tahts right he is coming with me, mr. j and buddie to see an amazing movie!! woo!! i cant wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am crushin hard!! yes!! :) i miss this feeeeling!! nighty night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ta aa&lt;br /&gt;ms. poink zebrad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-2537575368226963749?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2537575368226963749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-yes.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2537575368226963749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2537575368226963749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-yes.html' title='FUCK YES!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-2137215680193864603</id><published>2009-01-15T12:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:23:30.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fights'/><title type='text'>And that's how the cookie (my life) crumbles....</title><content type='html'>Big and I just got in a HUGE fight. I mean both of us yelling and saying fuck every other word. We haven't had a fight like that ever. Normally we are pretty good about hanging up on each other or him telling me to stop and I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time. We are both stressed to the max. I have my DMV hearing today, I haven't found a roommate and I am afraid I'll be evicted. I don't know how I am going to pay my attorney the remaining $1500 I owe him. I don't know why I got an attorney because I am not fighting it or anything. But I don't want to do it alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big has his own problems, he is dealing with his fall out from drugs. (I know more druggie men in my life. I thought he was different and then 9 months he wasn't) So he has his own issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what we fought about, me and my sucky life and him and his sucky life and blah blah. It was horrible. I called him back and was like "You're not my dad, you're certainly not my boyfriend so stop acting like it and making me feel worse about my DUI." He hung up. Txt me and says "I can't deal with you right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I hate fighting. I hate being alone. I hate that I have to deal with this by myself. I hate that I am in the situation. I hate lots right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am depressed, anixous, tired, stressed. I have lost almost 10lbs in the last 3 months and thats was before my DUI. Now I am losing more. Mind you, I don't have much to lose. (I am 5'5 and 117ish).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want things to get better...I want light at the end of the tunnel and all I see is darkness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-2137215680193864603?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2137215680193864603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-thats-how-cookie-my-life-crumbles.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2137215680193864603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2137215680193864603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-thats-how-cookie-my-life-crumbles.html' title='And that&apos;s how the cookie (my life) crumbles....'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-3799778876542374092</id><published>2009-01-14T15:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:32:37.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Killer Cramps'/><title type='text'>Ah Shit!!</title><content type='html'>My day didn't turn out as planned. It actually kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5 am with KILLER cramps. Took a ibprofen and grabbed my heater, I then woken up every hour. Ugh. This sucks. And these just aren't any cramps they are cramps from hell, they make me naseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SW5nMGO5-3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/O_eyOBv0bHs/s1600-h/pms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SW5nMGO5-3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/O_eyOBv0bHs/s200/pms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291280069736135538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cause. PLAN B!! (the morning after pill). I missed a few pills awhile back and after NYE and the great great sex with Mr. J I realized I was ovaluting and decided it would be better to deal with killer cramps for a few days vs. a growing a child for 9 months and then caring for it for 18 years. I think I chose the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am home from work because they are super painful. And I realized my house is a disaster. And since I am searching for a roommate I should clean and have it ready to move whenever I find that "perfect" roomie. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to drug myself with loratabs and then start cleaning. See how much I get accomplished. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then class at 7pm (that will be interesting on pills. LOL.) and a hump day movie night with Mr. J and Buddie. Can't wait to see my boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta,&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-3799778876542374092?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3799778876542374092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-shit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3799778876542374092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/3799778876542374092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-shit.html' title='Ah Shit!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SW5nMGO5-3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/O_eyOBv0bHs/s72-c/pms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-974054179968022632</id><published>2009-01-13T22:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:59:29.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>A typical day for me...</title><content type='html'>This is my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:37 am - coffee starts&lt;br /&gt;7:45 am - alarm &lt;br /&gt;7:47 am - smell of coffee...yummy.&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am - coffee made and igoogle has the top news stories/blogs ready for me&lt;br /&gt;8:45 am - shower&lt;br /&gt;9:15 am - leave for work. (yes i take quick showers. i don't wash my hair every day or shave. tmi. sorry. i do it every other day and usually at night.)&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am - work til &lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm - leave work&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm - clean house/homework (depends on if I am in school&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm - math class&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm - more homework/watch dvr&lt;br /&gt;12:00 pm - bedtime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING!! Thats how I wish my day went. This is how it actually goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 am - first alarm. snooze&lt;br /&gt;8:30 am - second alarm. snooze&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am - fuck. shit. god damn it. &lt;br /&gt;9:15 am - hurry brush teeth, dress, put up hair&lt;br /&gt;9:22 am - driving to work while doing makeup&lt;br /&gt;9:38 am - work. (luckily i dont have to be "on time")&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm - leave work&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm - watch tv&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm - math class&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm - shots&lt;br /&gt;9:30 pm - another shot&lt;br /&gt;10:00 pm - shot again&lt;br /&gt;11:15 pm - kicked ass at beer pong&lt;br /&gt;12:00 pm - smoke pot&lt;br /&gt;1:30 pm - pass out on Mr. J's bed or couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I wish that I was able to do all these things I have "scheduled" in my mind. Especially now since school has started. I am taking Comm 1610 which is a Journalism class and we are required to read national/local new stories. I enjoy reading the news more than listening but I really don't have time because I sleep SO much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always thought how exciting it would be to get up and have plenty of time to check your blogs, read the news, and enjoy my coffee and actually shower before work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am VERY excited for the Comm class. I can't wait to really get started. I have yet to start on my core major classes, until now and I really can't wait. I can challenge myself in new ways that I wasn't able too before. Woo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SW19hc1LsaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LKKnU8IPKSM/s1600-h/normal_marian_rivera_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SW19hc1LsaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LKKnU8IPKSM/s200/normal_marian_rivera_04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291023150858613154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ya..I got brains and beauty. What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am trying it tonight. I asked myself if I am up to the challenge. YES!!! I will be in bed by 12pm and up by 8:00 am. It will work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Updates:&lt;br /&gt;The cravings are better today.&lt;br /&gt;The Valet is super super sweet. I can't wait to see him Thursday. :)&lt;br /&gt;A 38yr man just called to be my roommate. Creepy. &lt;br /&gt;Law and Order: SVU is a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta,&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-974054179968022632?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/974054179968022632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/typical-day-for-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/974054179968022632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/974054179968022632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/typical-day-for-me.html' title='A typical day for me...'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SW19hc1LsaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LKKnU8IPKSM/s72-c/normal_marian_rivera_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-8668507907067341357</id><published>2009-01-12T23:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:31:09.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUI'/><title type='text'>Seriously. I am stubborn.</title><content type='html'>I learn by making mistakes MYSELF not by watching others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case and point: My dad was a meth addict, my other dad was an alcoholic, and my grandpa is a smoker. Needless to say that addiction runs in my family. I knew this all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this when I tried cocaine for the first time at 18. I was with Genital Warts, (I spread a rumor he had them after he burned me), and he asked me to come up stairs with him and his friend. I figured we were going to get high, boy was I right but oh SO wrong. I did my first line that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 years later and a dozen and half cokehead boyfriends later I stopped after me and The Ex broke up. So it has been about 7-8ish months since I last did cocaine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me cocaine and stress went hand and hand, every time I broke up with someone I would run to coke, everytime I did poorly on a test I would do coke. Stress would happen and coke would fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I did do it for fun. I enjoyed doing it while out with a boyfriend or in a club bathroom stall and nobody knowing. It was exciting and dangerous and I loved every mintue of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am stressed too the ends with my DUI, finding a roommate, working two jobs, and school just started. I am craving cocaine like crazy. It has been SO bad, I can't watch anything which has coke in it. (Robocop had a 10 minute scene and I had a mini panic attack at Mr. J's 2 weeks ago.) Just now on Gossip Girl Chuck was doing some and I flinched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't do any because I know it's not smart but man could I really use a line right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am sharing this really, maybe because I thought it would help the craving. I don't know. I just needed to "say" it outloud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have a glass of wine and cigarette to help my nerves. (No, I am not using them as a crutch. It is my bed time routine, strange I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Side Note&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's post will be a bit more uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-8668507907067341357?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8668507907067341357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously-i-am-stubborn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8668507907067341357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8668507907067341357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously-i-am-stubborn.html' title='Seriously. I am stubborn.'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-8379455661407421643</id><published>2009-01-12T01:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:39:20.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><title type='text'>OMFG2.0!!!</title><content type='html'>Another fucking award. How awesome am I? I think fuckinfantastic!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ladies. delightfullyinappropriate.blogspot.com Jill and Rose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWr9cfjonCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GwDgvc8cxys/s1600-h/honest_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWr9cfjonCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GwDgvc8cxys/s200/honest_award.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290319378249194530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya for me! :twirling around apartment: Yes I twirl, it is quite fun. Since my last award blog was 8 people and now I have 15 pepple. Wow. That's fucking awesome. Woo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now need to award it to 7 more people. Hmm...let's see....&lt;br /&gt;1. http://20-somethingandsingle.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;2. http://www.brokegradstudent.com/&lt;br /&gt;3. http://lettinggoofthehandle.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;4. http://missmusing.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;5. http://sexandsatchel.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;6. http://blogdoesntsuck.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;7. Still my mommy's! Woo!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the fun part....&lt;br /&gt;1. List 7 honest things about yourself. (Aside from the 101 I already wrote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I ate an ENTIRE bag of shredded colby jack cheese.&lt;br /&gt;* I want Olive Garden SO fucking bad. Yum. The new dish they have.&lt;br /&gt;* My and The Valet are going to play pool on Thursday. I am very excited.&lt;br /&gt;* I am SO over the "Joe the Plummer" nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;* Shopping is my favorite hobby.&lt;br /&gt;* We are rednecking it in 2 weeks and I am SO excited.&lt;br /&gt;* I feel ronely still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. All dunzo. 2 posts in one night. Incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-8379455661407421643?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8379455661407421643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/omfg20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8379455661407421643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8379455661407421643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/omfg20.html' title='OMFG2.0!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWr9cfjonCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GwDgvc8cxys/s72-c/honest_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-4844135816276016177</id><published>2009-01-12T00:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:14:35.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Night Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><title type='text'>Sunday Night Movie - The Unborn</title><content type='html'>Tonight we saw The Unborn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sc3Cba0qOco&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sc3Cba0qOco&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from 2 different people that this movie SUCKED!!!! Once at work this morning and again right before the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still watched it. I looks good from the preview but it just sucked. It took too long to get to the point, the acting wasn't that great, they tried to do more overcompinsate for the story line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still scary. I screamed. Yes I was the only one. And I screamed (again, just me) and I screamed. That's right. I screamed 3 times and the other times I wasn't looking but I jumped. A LOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all is was scary and something I would probably watch again when it's one TV but nothing I would brag about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about this movie was her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWr7HHoSfCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3vXtvq7fIvk/s1600-h/43431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWr7HHoSfCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3vXtvq7fIvk/s200/43431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290316812025756706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWr7G_ftmwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j8sZhuTeNlE/s1600-h/00001f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWr7G_ftmwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j8sZhuTeNlE/s200/00001f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290316809842301698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. She is hot. I wish I looked like that. And her name is Odette Yustman, Odette, like The Swan Princess. Dude, I loved that movie as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-4844135816276016177?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4844135816276016177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-night-movie-unborn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4844135816276016177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4844135816276016177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-night-movie-unborn.html' title='Sunday Night Movie - The Unborn'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWr7HHoSfCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3vXtvq7fIvk/s72-c/43431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-6059226142521303434</id><published>2009-01-10T11:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:11:19.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Fuck dude</title><content type='html'>So this video pretty much sums up how I feel today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my little drunk ass has been confessing her love to Mr. J frequently over the last 2 weeks or so which lead to me not having play time last night. I am SO annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record I DON'T LOVE MR. J.....sure I have a crush on him but it is nothing I would pursue it wouldn't work out in the long run. So this morning rolling out of his bed (he took the couch...ouch for my esteem) I realized....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HAS BEEN 6 FUCKINGODDAMNBITCHIN MONTHS OF ME BEING SINGLE!!! ok ok so it's not that long but I have NEVER been single for more than 3 4 max. And not full blown relationships or anything but I usually date a guy (or 2, or 3) for a few months. And I haven't done that. It's werid but I forced myself 6 months of "quality time" after the The Ex and I broke up. And it is backfiring bad!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am lonely and confessing my love to someone I don't want to confess to sober but do drunk because I don't want to start crying. Fuck. I am a nutcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave to work with this video of my current situtation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/apyB93-1FHk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/apyB93-1FHk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta,&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-6059226142521303434?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6059226142521303434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-dude.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6059226142521303434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6059226142521303434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-dude.html' title='Fuck dude'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-2800163959540318523</id><published>2009-01-08T23:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:38:42.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah...presh guys!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the support guys!! :) I really means a lot. My IRL friends are supportive too but it's good to have my blogosphere buddies behind me as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWbwseOdi1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/FPsG_V_Eaj8/s1600-h/thank-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWbwseOdi1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/FPsG_V_Eaj8/s200/thank-you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289179459211856722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope my license isn't suspended. Between school and 2 jobs, I don't have time to wait for a bus. Ek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again. I am kinda teary eyed. Some of it is due to the wine. LOL. But mostly you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-2800163959540318523?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2800163959540318523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahpresh-guys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2800163959540318523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2800163959540318523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahpresh-guys.html' title='Ah...presh guys!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWbwseOdi1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/FPsG_V_Eaj8/s72-c/thank-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7768818559833123215</id><published>2009-01-08T12:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:10:31.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I have a confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a DUI Dec 19 after leaving the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't said anything because I am ashamed, embarrassed, disappointed, upset, scared, and really just feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what's causing a lot of my stress and money problems. I am SO SO scared. I can't sleep. I get nauseous when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call this morning about my DMV Hearing, to see if my license is going to get suspended for 3 months, and it is Jan 15th. I am terrified. I got this call from my lawyer and I went straight to the bathroom and threw up. See...that's true terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe this happened and I am quite ashamed. But I am trying my best to deal with it and keep moving. It is a BIG deal but it is NOT the end of the world. I know a few ppl who have them and a few ppl who have more than 1 and that is just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you updated on what happens. I am just really really scared. And still ashamed. I have learned my lesson for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....I just wanted to confess because I feel that it is something that should be said and something I should say "hey this happened, but i overcame it and i became a better person"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7768818559833123215?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7768818559833123215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7768818559833123215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7768818559833123215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-1756904653614084524</id><published>2009-01-07T18:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:02:17.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><title type='text'>..hmm....</title><content type='html'>So nothing interesting has really happened today and a few blogs I have read have done the "101 random facts about me" posts. Thus I decided why not me? I LOVE talking about myself and I KNOW everyone loves hearing about me. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i love the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;2. but i love to wear green...i love the way it looks on my skin. (i have half black and white...zebra..get it. lol)&lt;br /&gt;3. i love zebras b/c i half. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;4. when i was younger it's what i wish my skin looked like&lt;br /&gt;5. i type too fast sometimes and i am too lazy to fix my errors&lt;br /&gt;6. my ex bought my laptop &lt;br /&gt;7. to make up for ditching me on my 21st bday for drugs&lt;br /&gt;8. this is harder than i thought...&lt;br /&gt;9. i love love love love vodka&lt;br /&gt;10. sometimes vodka doesn't love me back&lt;br /&gt;11. i love kissing and making out like a high school kid&lt;br /&gt;12. my fave part of foreplay is the boob grab over the shirt...it feels so forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;13. i watch WAY too much tv&lt;br /&gt;14. i am obsessed with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;15. i txt way too much and have the worst txt etiquette&lt;br /&gt;16. desperate housewives is on my dvr&lt;br /&gt;17. i enjoy sex way too much!!&lt;br /&gt;18. if i go more than a week i get bitchy&lt;br /&gt;19. i like a minimum of twice in a night&lt;br /&gt;20. i enjoy oral...giving and receiving&lt;br /&gt;21. i swallow&lt;br /&gt;22. i love starbursts&lt;br /&gt;24. and skittles&lt;br /&gt;25. i have been in love twice&lt;br /&gt;26. each time was more than the other&lt;br /&gt;27. i can't wait until i fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;28. whose wedding is it anyway is one of my favorite shows&lt;br /&gt;29. shiny things are my favorite&lt;br /&gt;30. i like to think of myself as an independent queen.&lt;br /&gt;31. my 3yr lil sis looks exactly like me and i pretend she is my child&lt;br /&gt;32. children scare me&lt;br /&gt;33. giving birth scares me&lt;br /&gt;34. breastfeeding is gross&lt;br /&gt;35. man i need sex...&lt;br /&gt;36. i often want what i cant have&lt;br /&gt;37. actually i want boys i cant have and i keep them around&lt;br /&gt;38. why? b/c i like to torture myself&lt;br /&gt;39. big, mr. j and the ex are all examples&lt;br /&gt;40. i enjoy reality shows&lt;br /&gt;41. i had a whore phase&lt;br /&gt;42. and i loved it&lt;br /&gt;43. i have since cut back on sex and stuck to my b.b.b.b&lt;br /&gt;44. b.b.b.b = back burner booty buddies&lt;br /&gt;45. big, mr. j, nigel and the ex&lt;br /&gt;46. my new dating rule NS5X&lt;br /&gt;47. NS5X = no sex for minimum of 5 dates&lt;br /&gt;48. so far it has been successful...i haven't been on a date prior to the valet&lt;br /&gt;49. i am twitterpated with the valet&lt;br /&gt;50. he has a great smile&lt;br /&gt;51. i love men with great smiles&lt;br /&gt;52. somehow my mind keeps going back to sex...its only been a day&lt;br /&gt;53. am i a nympho?&lt;br /&gt;54. i hate searching for roommates&lt;br /&gt;55. oh i am searching for a roommate b/c i am lonely and it's gettin expensive&lt;br /&gt;56. sadly no more living room sex&lt;br /&gt;57. oh movies. thats not sex related&lt;br /&gt;58. i love movies&lt;br /&gt;59. the notebook and grease are my favorite chick flicks&lt;br /&gt;60. i love harry potter&lt;br /&gt;61. i own all 7 books&lt;br /&gt;62. and all 5 movies&lt;br /&gt;63. i am a secret geek&lt;br /&gt;64. being a geek embarrassing me&lt;br /&gt;65. i am trying not to be embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;66. i have always been the "pretty" girl&lt;br /&gt;67. i love my pink xmas tree&lt;br /&gt;68. i need to take it down&lt;br /&gt;69. my group of friends are my favorite&lt;br /&gt;70. we call ourselves "the cleavage crew"&lt;br /&gt;71. they have been my best friends since 7th grade&lt;br /&gt;72. we kinda cried on my 22nd bday b/c we made it&lt;br /&gt;73. the mrs and i have known each other since 4th grade so it was a moment for us&lt;br /&gt;74. i want some toast with strawberry jam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::goes to toaster and fridge:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. boy do i love toast. so easy and so yummy&lt;br /&gt;76. i love scary movies&lt;br /&gt;77. i am the best person to watch them with&lt;br /&gt;78. i jump and scream at everything&lt;br /&gt;79. see ya told ya&lt;br /&gt;80. i think i am pretty witty&lt;br /&gt;81. but i doubt i am&lt;br /&gt;82. sex&lt;br /&gt;83. betty boop is my cartoon icon&lt;br /&gt;84. audrey hepburn is my real life icon&lt;br /&gt;85. i even bought a book called "what would audrey do?"&lt;br /&gt;86. it has really helped me become more "ladylike"&lt;br /&gt;87. ladylike meaning not a whore&lt;br /&gt;88. commercials are my weakness&lt;br /&gt;89. i use xmas lights to decorate my house&lt;br /&gt;90. i think about the ex almost daily&lt;br /&gt;91. i hate that i do&lt;br /&gt;92. i hate that i am ok w/sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;93. i date like a guy&lt;br /&gt;94. until i have a "talk" i can do anything i want and anyone i want&lt;br /&gt;95. i am faithful once u tell me u want me&lt;br /&gt;96. i like compliments&lt;br /&gt;97. i have a GREAT ass&lt;br /&gt;98. i am a little full of myself&lt;br /&gt;99. especially after a few drinks&lt;br /&gt;100. i am gen y&lt;br /&gt;101. i love myself unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u all in enjoyed those random tidbits. I didn't realize how much I thought about sex. And I clearly didn't think I thought about sex that much. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't use the right grammar either, please forgive me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though I know you guys secretly love reading me about me. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWVsRXAoXpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K-60KXs8TC0/s1600-h/spoiled_brat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWVsRXAoXpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K-60KXs8TC0/s200/spoiled_brat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288752382906752658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-1756904653614084524?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1756904653614084524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/1756904653614084524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/1756904653614084524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title='..hmm....'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWVsRXAoXpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K-60KXs8TC0/s72-c/spoiled_brat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-6821282395963785206</id><published>2009-01-06T10:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:44:02.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Back to the awards...</title><content type='html'>Ok..sorry about yesterday I got distracted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date though was awesome. We went and saw 7 lbs with Will Smith. It was a good flick but not for a date movie. I cried and you can't really chat during a movie. But his smile is AMAZING!! I have a think for smiles. They are my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of smiles I went to Nigel's house after the movie with The Valet. LOL. I know i know your jealous of my game. So Nigel lives in the mountains and it was snowing like crazy. I drive a small mazda with bald ass tires and this was the scariest ride ever. But Nigel made it up to me with some vodka shots, a new castle beer (my fave) and some smoke. We soaked in the hot tub for a bit and then proceeded to crazy monkey sex. It was great!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the awards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my 10 picks (in no order) (i dunno how to insert links and the button isnt working. strange.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. www.clevergirlgoesblog.com&lt;br /&gt;2. www.datingwithoutpants.com&lt;br /&gt;3. http://work-girl.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;4. http://thatdamnexpat.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;5. http://theprincefrogchronicles.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;6. http://somemightcallmecrazy.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;7. http://startingoverat24.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;8. http://starbucksbreak.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;9. http://chelseatalkssmack.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;10. and my mom's blog but I can't put the link here because it will leak my secret identiy. dum dum dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are kids. I know some of these people have been awarded already but what's better than a double award. :) Plus it makes me feel like we have a little blogger clique. It is great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-6821282395963785206?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6821282395963785206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-awards.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6821282395963785206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6821282395963785206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-awards.html' title='Back to the awards...'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-5268598108630784308</id><published>2009-01-05T18:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:26:55.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG!! Thank you!!</title><content type='html'>OMFG OMFG!! I got an award, I got an award. WOOOO!!! I literally jumped up and down when I saw this little gem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::drum beats::and breath holding::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWKxRnEY45I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0xqMfvnUGsk/s1600-h/lemonadeaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWKxRnEY45I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0xqMfvnUGsk/s200/lemonadeaward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287983828589667218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck ya!! I never thought my little random starbursts would become a small hit. Thanks to my ladies who enjoy sex, sexy flicks, alcohol and shopping as much as I do...&lt;a href="http://sexandsatchel.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I am amazed at the 8 people who follow my blog. Call me narcissistic but I love that people love me. LOL. Seriously though. I enjoy reading everyones blogs after work as well. It is nice to know that I am not alone in feeling how I feel or dealing with dating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE YOU'VE BEEN AWARDED, THE RULES ARE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank the person who was so thoughtful for giving you this award by linking their blog to this post.&lt;br /&gt;2. Put the logo on your blog or post.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate 10 blogs which show great attitude/gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;4. Link your nominee to your post.&lt;br /&gt;5. Comment them to tell them about the award they've won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 10 picks. Sorry if I left a few out but it's hard to chose.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.clevergirlgoesblog.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit...its 6:30 and I have to get ready for my date at 7:30. ek. So sorry kids Ill finish this tomorrow morning. This is what happens with my new fetish. Shit shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. It is with The Valet guy from my bday. :) Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-5268598108630784308?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5268598108630784308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/omfg-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/5268598108630784308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/5268598108630784308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/omfg-thank-you.html' title='OMFG!! Thank you!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SWKxRnEY45I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0xqMfvnUGsk/s72-c/lemonadeaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-2559086868171627579</id><published>2009-01-04T14:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:33:50.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Gen-Y</title><content type='html'>When I have a crisis or an issue I google and read as much as possible. I like to know how things work, why they work and all the facts. So since I am 20something and feeling like my world is out of my control, I have googled 20something and found a few books I am checking out tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have discovered first relates to my career. I currently work for a timeshare company processing paperwork. I have 20 sales reps who I send out paperwork for, process it, run $$ for it and anything else they need related to our owners. I have been doing this for 2yrs. I was promoted last March to "Assistant Office Admin" which basically just means a title and pay raise. A few weeks ago I was demoted, due to the fact that I snapped at work, I am lucky to still have a job in this market. Anyway, what I was the most upset about was my pay raise. Thats ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading a bunch of online articles I had an epihpany on why I had my freak out at work and why the job I once loved it becoming more and more annoying and not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen-Y loves to be patted on the back for doing a good job, we love to learn new things and grow, we enjoy when managers hear our ideas and make them happen. We want to be part of the bigger picture. I have NEVER felt this way at my job, even after my promotion. I was the one who made sure I was attending any manager meetings or I had to include myself and my ideas were NEVER used. Or used a few weeks later my idea was used but my boss took credit for it. WTF. I don't feel very useful, wanted, needed or even that I am growing. I feel stuck in my position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am majoring in Communications with an emphasis in Public Relations, I want to plan events. I want to be in the midst of all the action and planning. I have thought of being a wedding planner. Cheesy, I know but I love all the pretty, shiny things. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new career goal for 2009 is find something that fits more with my final career goal. Whether that be with my same company and different dept. or with a new company. I am excited to see what I can find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more things from my career and I am ready to find them. I think I have been hiding under a shell when it comes to my career. I have always been under the thought of just work and pay bills. But I want more, I want fun and excitement and growth. I want to learn, I love learning. I am GOING to get it too. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta,&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-2559086868171627579?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2559086868171627579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/gen-y.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2559086868171627579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2559086868171627579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/gen-y.html' title='Gen-Y'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-4816187064611500791</id><published>2009-01-01T14:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:07:42.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Happy Fuckin New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year kiddies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SV08AbBvZLI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZRseb_2hZy4/s1600-h/Happy-New-Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SV08AbBvZLI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZRseb_2hZy4/s200/Happy-New-Year.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286447515555554482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a good one. I sure did!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoyed my girl moment and boys this is what really goes on in a girls head and believe I am sure there will be many many more. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our night was GREAT!! We got a table at a club and Mr J did NOT have a girl after all. :) (yes, I do feel like an idiot, but at least it was just my mind and not me actually acting on those crazy girl moments. right?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some pregaming at hot Asain's house and that was a blast and Mr J just kept telling me how good I looked. It was awesome, because it was super true. I looked FUCKIN awesome. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club was awesome did some great dancing/grinding on Mr. J and he told me I was his New Year's date and we kissed at midnight! WOO. This is a BIG deal because we NEVER NEVER EVER full on kiss. "Kissing is different than sex Ms. Pink Zebra" I agree but still making out is fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended 2008 and began 2009 with a ground breaking play time. I am talking 3 rounds kids. Woo. Mr. J and I rarely go more than twice but I was determined to go ALL night it was 2009. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am laying on my couch dying and drinking as much water as possible. It was totally worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-4816187064611500791?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4816187064611500791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-fuckin-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4816187064611500791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4816187064611500791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-fuckin-new-year.html' title='Happy Fuckin New Year!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SV08AbBvZLI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZRseb_2hZy4/s72-c/Happy-New-Year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-2822252238973157227</id><published>2008-12-30T21:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:47:26.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Fuckin Girl Moment!!!</title><content type='html'>I pride myself on being VERY level-headed, rational, logical and non-girl crazy when it comes to guys. I like to think I can date like a guy and yet have feelings of a girl. If that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am amazed at how annoyed I am right now at Mr. J and that annoys me even more. Ugh. Tomorrow is New Years (in case you have been living under a rock) and we are going to a club. We are getting a table and it's going to be a blast. By "we" I mean; Me, Mr. J, Buddie, Hot Asian, a married couple and another friend and a mystery person. This mystery person is who is bugging me, well ok not really. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J called to see if I was ok with paying for a table, it was to be split between 8 ppl. (noticed I named 7 and a mystery person). I don't know who this mystery person is and I am pretty sure it is a girl for Mr. J. Ugh. This is what pisses me off and then pisses me off that I am pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J and I fooled around umm...Xmas day, Friday and Sunday night and I was hoping for some crazy 2009 sex. And now thats not going to happen because of this mystery person. I know, I know I am being crazy and there might not even be a girl. This is what pisses me off. Sometimes the crazy girl button goes off and here I am getting pissed that I won't get laid on New Years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also annoyed because the last time we had sex was last fucking Saturday. That is 10 days kids and thats WAY WAY WAAAAAY to long for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my crazy girl moment. I am overreacting before I have all the facts and getting all annoyed and fumed. Yes fumed. (I think I spelled it right). Ugh. It will go away in a few hours but GRRR. I just want SEX damn it and Mr. J is just so easy and accessible. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am done now. I am off to the bar with Satan and Tattooed Vixen to met a boy, just in case. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-2822252238973157227?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2822252238973157227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuckin-girl-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2822252238973157227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2822252238973157227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuckin-girl-moment.html' title='Fuckin Girl Moment!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-1915427837853253252</id><published>2008-12-30T12:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:13:36.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><title type='text'>Not again....ugh</title><content type='html'>I am suppose to be at work right now but I couldn't get up. Actually, I didn't want too. I am in the dark place again. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were good for about a week and now I am feeling depressed again. Guess I really should start calling a shrink. Ugh. I hate this. I hate that I can't fix myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to work I go. Blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can find a happy thought somewhere in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got one. Tomorrow is New Years and I will look DAMN good too. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that wore off. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the drawing board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-1915427837853253252?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1915427837853253252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-againugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/1915427837853253252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/1915427837853253252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-againugh.html' title='Not again....ugh'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-1630931405648846649</id><published>2008-12-29T21:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:43:58.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><title type='text'>Unbeautiful</title><content type='html'>Driving to work today I hear this song by Lesley Roy and it made me think about The Ex and that fact that I am still single after almost 6 months. (Which is weird for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a video but here is the song and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KoKRPM6akLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KoKRPM6akLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Ama.zing. It's a good song and it totally fits how I feel. "When did we fall apart or did you lie from the start?" Let me give you the quick story of me and The Ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at a bar in August/September 07 and it was cocaine at first sight. The first thing he ever bought me was drugs. Should have known then. So we starting dating and it was great, fun and low maintenance. First red flag, he was just in a motorcycle accident and had a broken leg and was living on his best friends couch. Where they would smoke crack daily. (I never smoked it.) And was not working. He was selling drugs to get money. What a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 07 (my 21st bday) we went with Mr. J and Mandy to our gambling town. The Ex said "It's your bday lets do whateva you want babe, you tell us what you want to do." About 30 mins later I couldn't get him to leave the poker table. Another red flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years 07/08 I went to a party with HIS friends around 10pm, we were planning on meeting there after he got off work. (At this point he had a job.) 12pm and he still wasn't there. What was he doing, buying and smoking some crack with his buddy. He finally shows up around 12:30pm and I am pissed so I say peace out bitch we are dunzo. And leave to Mr. J where I know I will have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 08 after being apart for 3 weeks he calls and wants to talk. He says he wants to stop doing drugs and wants my support. He didn't want to lose me and he was very sad/disappointed at what he was becoming. So I gave him another chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was clean for ALL of Feb, was working at a restaurant (what he used to do before the accident), he got an apartment and asked me to move in with him. He also received about $90,000 for his settlement from his accident. So things were great. I was in love and we were very happy. I have never felt that before. (I have lived with 2 other boys). It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 08 he relapses and spends almost $10,000 on drugs. I call his parents and we ship him off to rehab for 60 days. This was hard for me and we moved into a bigger apartment while he was gone. I was all consumed with being the perfect "housewife". I decorated our place, got him gifts and bought numerous books on how to deal with addicts and being supportive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 08 he comes home and things are different. He met someone in rehab and had an emotional affair. (I later found out more happened. I snooped his email and myspace.) I didn't want to stop drinking, I did stop the cocaine. Seeing him go through withdrawals and how he was a loser really opened my eyes. July 08 we break up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's wasn't very quick. Sorry but it's hard to really sum it up. Back to how the song relates to me. It wasn't my idea to break up, I wanted to work on things together and figure it out. We had talked about marriage, kids and a future with each other. It was us against the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NEVER given myself so fully before in a relationship. I don't let myself fall hard for guys as quickly as I did with him. I wanted to be domestic and all 50s for him. Never had that thought before. I was truly in love. Red flag 3, I was in love with his potential and what I wished/hoped he would be. He has told 6-7 other girls he loved them and proposed to his last girlfriend. #4. But he told me I was different and we were 'real'. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say our break up crushed me. He broke me deeper than I have ever broke before. I usually get over boys fast and starting dating with 2-3 months. I just barley started flirting again at the bar and I have met a few boys but I keep flaking on plans. I am SO afraid of being hurt again. I feel unbeautiful. I feel like my awkward 15yrs old self again. It's horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met and played with ONE new boy, Nigel. And that doesn't happen very often and is just sex. I can't bring myself to go further. I am scared and I hate it. I am never scared. The Valet guy I met on my bday has been txting me every day and I am afraid to get close or be just sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since The Ex, I have realized what a "real" relationship is and not the just sex kind I am used too. I want that feeling again, but I don't want this feeling again. Ugh. It's a catch 22. WTF. I usually love dating, the excitement, the new experiences, the people and the shopping for hot date clothes. I am just afraid to get hurt. I am jaded at 22. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I am really chaty/typy tonight. Again with the therapeutic blogging. Anyway this song really fits how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note...I will be making more of an effort to start dating and getting my feet wet. It is a NYR. To date more. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok ok...I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-1630931405648846649?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1630931405648846649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/unbeautiful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/1630931405648846649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/1630931405648846649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/unbeautiful.html' title='Unbeautiful'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-4997500491208149584</id><published>2008-12-26T12:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:25:29.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><title type='text'>White Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! I hope everyone had a great holiday. I doubt it was a classic as mine. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas Eve after work I went to Mr. J's for some holiday drinks. It ended up being just us so a few shots later we thought of a great plan, watch Strange Wilderness and take a hit whenever they do. Great idea. If you have never seen this movie please only watch inebriated. :) And there are several scenes where they smoke so by the end of the movie we are pretty messed up. Haha. Yet, we knew we need more shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas. More shots. Sad no Christmas play time. Another shot. It's still snowing. Shot. To us being troopers. Double shot. Needless to say we were pretty inebriated. At some point we decide we should go to sleep because we both have family events in the morning. So Mr. J puts on some Futurama and off to sleep we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Christmas morning and it is a white Christmas. I mean it is snowing a LOT and the wind is blowing so hard the snow looks sideways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SVU5mBahWWI/AAAAAAAAADo/U7QhucKYpDw/s1600-h/A-White-Christmas-Demo-Screensaver_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SVU5mBahWWI/AAAAAAAAADo/U7QhucKYpDw/s200/A-White-Christmas-Demo-Screensaver_1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284193063166630242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look at each other and decide we are not going anywhere. My car has super bald tires and Mr. J drives a Corvette. Not smart for either of us. So we call our parents and go back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours and quick play time later we decide it is time for more shots. Buddie comes home about this time and more shots. So pretty much our Christmas was spent taking shots and playing old school Super Mario Brothers. Good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided we should brave the weather and take Buzz's SUV and go see The Spirit. Good movie. (I'll do my review of this movie on Sunday, since I wont be seeing a movie, Mr. J and I are taking a trip to go gamble and drink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good Christmas. The first Christmas I wasn't with my family, which was sad and a little weird but I still enjoyed it. We had a great Christmas and I am very happy and lucky to have these boys as my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my car was buried in snow and it took Mr. J and Buddie almost 2 hours to shovel the drive way and start unburying my car. Wow. Than it took another twenty minutes to get my car into the street, again bald tires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am home and about to take a nap before I go to work. It was a great Christmas and I am very thankful for my friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta...&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-4997500491208149584?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4997500491208149584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4997500491208149584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/4997500491208149584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SVU5mBahWWI/AAAAAAAAADo/U7QhucKYpDw/s72-c/A-White-Christmas-Demo-Screensaver_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-5784100667855077189</id><published>2008-12-24T20:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:23:18.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><title type='text'>Oh no...I think I am Scrooge!!</title><content type='html'>So after reading other blogs and receiving gifts at work I have determined that I am Scrooge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SVL6M8cKEZI/AAAAAAAAADg/SLZRS_nATFE/s1600-h/041209_Scrooge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SVL6M8cKEZI/AAAAAAAAADg/SLZRS_nATFE/s200/041209_Scrooge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283560413148615058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get anybody ANYTHING, NADA, ZELCH. Oops. I just haven't had the time or the money and I don't know if what do get everyone. Upon much research/blog reading/receiving gifts have I become disappointed that I didn't get anything or really put that much thought into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy receiving gifts, I mean who doesn't. and the last fews years I haven't really been giving them. My excuse has been if I can't do anything big I won't do anything at all. So I haven't. And now I feel like Scrooge. Oh no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my NYR (New Year Resolution) is to be more proactive about sending Birthday, Anniversary, Congrats, Baby, Xmas and Holiday cards. Even if it is something simple, like a small quote and a $10 gift card. It will help in some way right. Isn't there a saying for a purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta..&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-5784100667855077189?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5784100667855077189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-noi-think-i-am-scrooge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/5784100667855077189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/5784100667855077189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-noi-think-i-am-scrooge.html' title='Oh no...I think I am Scrooge!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SVL6M8cKEZI/AAAAAAAAADg/SLZRS_nATFE/s72-c/041209_Scrooge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-2453670852187476488</id><published>2008-12-23T20:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:17:43.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random starbursts'/><title type='text'>Thanks Mommy...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I still call my mom "Mommy". And I still use "Daddy." I am a little kid at heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my mom has a blog and she is doing a different Top 5 every day kinda like in High Fidelity. I decided I'll do a Top 5 today and maybe a few more here and there. I think it will be a good way to get to know me better and what I find funny and my &lt;br /&gt;Top 5 of certain areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic, commericals. I know most people hate them and fast forward through them on DVR but I wont. Sometimes I do but most times not, The Ex used to get SO annoyed with me. Especially if he was fast forwarding and I would yell "STOP!! I love that commerical!!" LOL. These are in no order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. These M&amp;Ms make me laugh SO hard. If I was a M&amp;M that is what I would be, maybe I'd be pink though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BexTvWpaj88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BexTvWpaj88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This one reminds me of my Pops and my little sister. She is only 3 now but I imagine them doing this one Saturday afternoon when she is older. And this guy has GREAT moves, just like Pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A2Ap3DyvLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A2Ap3DyvLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This baby is so funny. He is such a pimp. Thats all I can say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xQLTxvDkk4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xQLTxvDkk4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I got this in an email at work and we did the same thing. Well kinda, we went to the bar after on our boss. It was great fun. I hope it inspires you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJJL5dxgVaM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJJL5dxgVaM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I just wish my moves were this good. I have studied this for hours and still I come up short. Shit. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laB7Q083YkE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laB7Q083YkE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta da!! Those are my favorite commericals. Well the Top 5 anyway. I hope you enjoyed them as much as I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Xmas and Ill be back in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-2453670852187476488?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2453670852187476488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-mommy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2453670852187476488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/2453670852187476488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-mommy.html' title='Thanks Mommy...'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-6700202748369643941</id><published>2008-12-22T23:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:11:02.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><title type='text'>YES!!</title><content type='html'>I encountered my first YES today. :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SVCOfx_3R-I/AAAAAAAAADY/yOLtZJYS4ns/s1600-h/yes_we_can_3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SVCOfx_3R-I/AAAAAAAAADY/yOLtZJYS4ns/s200/yes_we_can_3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282879039553882082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While checking my bank balance it asked if I would like a tour of Finance Works by Quicken. Yes. So I checked it out, this thing is AMAZING. I don't like other Quicken programs because there is SO much up keep and effort. But this one does everything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing. I shows how much money came in and how much went out and if I over spent or saved. And it averages how much I spent on certain categories. It will track your transactions and then estimate how much your next bill will be. This is great. This is what I need to help me stay on top of my spending even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my current money issues I am afraid I'll lose my apartment and have to move in with roommates...again. I am SO over roommates. You don't get much freedom and I hate cleaning up after myself sometimes. I admit I am a bit of a slob. One day I'll be a horrible wife who doesn't clean but hires a cleaning service. LOL. Plus that would mean no more crazy, rug burn inducing, breaking candles, spilling wax sex on the living room floor. (Nigel did it.) And that would be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my first YES is a success. :) I hope it continues and I will have less to worry about. I am too young for wrinkles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-6700202748369643941?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6700202748369643941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6700202748369643941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/6700202748369643941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes.html' title='YES!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SVCOfx_3R-I/AAAAAAAAADY/yOLtZJYS4ns/s72-c/yes_we_can_3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-8125841781618948156</id><published>2008-12-22T00:02:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:40:08.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Night Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes'/><title type='text'>Sunday Night Movie</title><content type='html'>It's that time again kiddies, thats right, Sunday Night Movie, :::ba ba ba:::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we saw YES! Man, starring Jim Carey. It was very good. And hilarious, with a bit of love story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Carey has to say "yes" to every opportunity that provides its self to him. It gets him in some ups and downs, and it hilarious how he handles them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great show and I give it 5 Vodka Bottles. (I don't know how to put them side by side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SU9BGtSJm2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mnT0zcAcQKo/s1600-h/vodka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SU9BGtSJm2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mnT0zcAcQKo/s200/vodka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282512471419624290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about this movie, is it got me thinking. I want to say "yes" to every opportunity that pops up for the next 6 months and see how positive I feel. :) I won't say "yes" to things that harm me or I don't really want to do or don't feel comfy doing. I think it will help me realize I can be happy and I can be in control. Or it will completely backfire. Who knows. But I'll keep track and keep ya posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta..&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-8125841781618948156?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8125841781618948156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-night-movie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8125841781618948156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8125841781618948156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-night-movie.html' title='Sunday Night Movie'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SU9BGtSJm2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mnT0zcAcQKo/s72-c/vodka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-791207883585223061</id><published>2008-12-20T23:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:35:04.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Stupid Boys...</title><content type='html'>So things have been improving but I had some recent trouble that I don't want to discuss here. Instead I tell my story about the boys in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I went to the bar and had a few AMFs (love those drinks) and I told Mr. J that I wanted to go over to his house after the bar and play. About 30 mins later Nigel wanted to come home with me. (Nigel works at the bar and Mr. J bet me $50 I couldn't sleep with him in Septish and I did. Woo. And we have a few times since.) So I was like...hmm...I get Mr. J a lot so ill take Nigel home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Mr. J flipped out. He got SO pissed. Granted I would be upset too but I thought he would blow it off and just say whateva. (He kinda has blown me off before). But he was PISSED. I have never seen him that mad, especially at me. So then I told Nigel I can't go home with him (cuz I would rather go home with Mr. J - didnt say this) he got mad too. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my understanding these boys are my play pals, NOT anyone I am emotionally involved with or who I felt was emotionally involved with me. My boss, Red, told me that they BOTH have feelings for me and I can't juggle them around like that. That was complete news to me. Mr. J and I have been playing for years and we hang out 3-4 week. Nigel and I have been playing around for about 3-4 months and playtime is not very often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a surprise to me that Red told me they were jealous. Kinda of exciting but kinda of weird. So I told Mr. J I was sorry and that I would come over and he said no. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, I call Mr. J and said sorry about last night and I don't remember much. And he was still upset with me and said we are still friends but no more play pals. Which will probably last a week or so. So hopefully things can patch up and I can figure out if he or Nigel really have feelings for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Big was at my house Friday morning while I was talking to Mr. J and he got upset about our conversation too. Big is the one boy I want SO SO bad and I can't have. And he has talked to ex's in front of me so I thought it was ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Nigel txt me and was like you can't act like that at my work if we are going to continue this. WTF. He always tells me we have a short shelf life. Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get them. They tell me one thing then get jealous. I like to thing I act more like a boy in that I can not have an emotional connection and then WAM they have one. Ugh. If you fuckin want me then man up and do it, otherwise we are just sex. Or just friends. If you can't be a man and be what I want and what you really want deep down then you have no right to get fuckin jealous. Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I just saw the must precious commercial. This dude was saying how he wakes up in the middle of the night to watch his girl sleep. He then writes a note for her to find later in the day. It was SO fucking precious. I want a guy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-791207883585223061?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/791207883585223061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-boys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/791207883585223061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/791207883585223061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-boys.html' title='Stupid Boys...'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7104371626895982568</id><published>2008-12-17T19:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:50:56.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarter-life Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>So things just took a turn in the wrong direction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was demoted at work. Boo. My attitude, performance and some drama that happened last week got me in this position. It really sucks and I am uber disappointed in myself. But at least I have a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I let this happen to myself, I hate that I am having a quarter life crisis and it is causing a lot issues for me. I hate that I am unable to pull myself out of this quickly. I hate that I feel lost. Wow, I didn't realize all of the hate. Let me explain some of the thoughts bouncing around my head right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am I going to school? To learn? To make more money? Why did I chose a pink xmas tree? How I am going to pay rent with my demotion? What makes me happy? What is my fave color? Do I want to stay in my current job or find another one? Do I want to aspire to what I was in this same environment? Do I want to keep living by myself? Am I possibly an alcoholic? Why do I date drug addicts? Am I single because I am really happy or afraid to get hurt? Do I want to keep majoring in Communications? Why do I keep losing weight? Do I watch too much tv? Where do I want to go in life? What is my purpose? What do I want to be when I grow up? Who I am? Which way is up and which way is down? Am I a failure? Do I expect too much of myself? Am I crazy? Do I want to be married one day? Kids? Will I be able to go to school next semester? How will I afford it? Can I appeal my suspension? If I don't go to school will I feel stupid? Why do I spend SO much money on random things? How can I make pretty decent money and still come up short? Why I am so stubborn? Can I change? Do I want to change? Is life always going to be this hard? How did I end up here? How did I allow myself to get this deep in a dark, gloomy, depressed hole? How long before I am myself again? Once I am myself will I get my promo back? Will I be successful? WHAT THE FUCK DO I WANT TO DO, WHERE TO GO, END UP, OR BE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUnGjvcybYI/AAAAAAAAACg/cqHnj_JKLp8/s1600-h/crisis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUnGjvcybYI/AAAAAAAAACg/cqHnj_JKLp8/s200/crisis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280970355403550082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Crazy. I did them in a paragraph because they come one right after another. It is annoying and I have never felt this way before. I have always been able to analyze myself and fix it. I am very self aware and I know what I want do when I feel like this. However, this time is WAY worse and I need some serious help. Eek. I don't like shrinks, especially the ones here. They tend to be very judgy and being a possible alcoholic and sexual tendencies doesn't help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. This is a serious issue and it seriously sucks. I just turned 22 and here I am on the verge of a mental break down. Ugh. I don't know how many of you have experience this or something similar but I hope not. Or that you got through it. Otherwise I am screwed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my current plan of action. I will be drinking an insane amount of energy drinks to stay positive and happy at my job. I am purchasing a few books on quarter life crisises, (I like to research things, I know my inner self is geeky.)(Maybe I need to get in touch with that part a little more). I am purchasing a book on money and balancing it. Also, I am going to speak with a financial aid advisor tomorrow to see my options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Blogging is therapeutic...again. It has helped me form a plan of action. I just typed that and then realized, WOW, look what I did. (I got to call my mom, she'll be proud) Updates will be posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like using one of my wishes. Remember I only have three. I will think about it thoroughly before I decide to use a wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUnHBDmbieI/AAAAAAAAACo/B65G71buYO4/s1600-h/lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUnHBDmbieI/AAAAAAAAACo/B65G71buYO4/s200/lamp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280970859028908514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7104371626895982568?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7104371626895982568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/seriously_17.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7104371626895982568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7104371626895982568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/seriously_17.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUnGjvcybYI/AAAAAAAAACg/cqHnj_JKLp8/s72-c/crisis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-387990349652883770</id><published>2008-12-17T01:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:40:52.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Drunk....</title><content type='html'>So here I am on a Tuesday night and just home from the bar and in need of some serious sexy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I txt Mr. J and no bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I txt Nigel and no bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I txt and called Big and still no fucking bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I hate being drunk and horny. It is the worst. I just want some sexy time. I could call The Ex but that would cause too much drama and I just want some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going to sleep. Alone. Horny. And cold. WTF. Geez. What is the point of having your own place if you can't play in the kitchen, bathroom, "laundry room", living room oh and bedroom when you want. Ugh. I guess I shouldn't gripe, it has only been 2 days. But when the mood strikes you just want some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....I am going to bed before I drive my drunk ass insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta&lt;br /&gt;Drunk and Horny Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-387990349652883770?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/387990349652883770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/drunk.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/387990349652883770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/387990349652883770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/drunk.html' title='Drunk....'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7582394212351574333</id><published>2008-12-15T11:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:43:31.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Night Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddie'/><title type='text'>Sunday Night Movie Review</title><content type='html'>Ok kiddies, I go to a movie every Sunday with Mr. J and Buddie. We have a ritual of playing a few games of beer pong and bringing a few roadies in my purse. (This is why we have big purses ladies). So I thought I would do my own reviews and hopefully it will help you in your next movie choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Side note, we were going to see The Day the Earth Stood Still, but it received bad reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week's movie was &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Transporter 3&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. WOW. This movie was horrible. I haven't seen any of the other &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Transporter&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; movies, so I wasn't quite sure what was going on. But it looked like a cheap ass Bond movie. The action was a little over the top and few and far between. There was much more pillow talk with the ridiculous "Russian" actress. It seems as though we are on a bad movie kick, I hope this Sunday's &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;YES! Man&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is better. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it 1 Vodka bottle out of 5. (This will be my scale, no more stars people.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUago4IqCpI/AAAAAAAAACI/BnLBTFiTGHc/s1600-h/vodka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUago4IqCpI/AAAAAAAAACI/BnLBTFiTGHc/s200/vodka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280084237262391954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday/Ugly Sweater Party was fucking awesome!! It was a great party. Lots of people came and their sweaters were great. We had a blasty blast. There was dancing and 2 rooms of beer pong and of course shots. Mr. J and I had a dance off and then grinded to some butt rock music. That was a sight. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and of course Mr. J invited a chick he was kinda digging, but she had the horrible dread poofy hair. Think &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mean Girls&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with more poof and more secrets. Bad. She made a drunken ass of herself, that was entertaining for me and Giraffe. LOl. It turned out very nice and everyone left at the same time, which meant I got to sleep with Mr. J in his bed and not the couch! WOO!! :) And of course I got another birthday treat!! That was SO good!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics will be up soon. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I wish I would have gotten on my birthday....a call from my ex, Dr.Phil. We broke up about 5 months ago and I haven't talked to him in about a month. Mostly because jackass owes me money and he won't call me. Can you already see why we broke up? :) I hate that I have this little hole that I wanted him to fill. Ugh. Even this morning my phone rang and it was a number I didn't recognized and I hoped it was him. Boo. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pink Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7582394212351574333?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7582394212351574333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-night-movie-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7582394212351574333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7582394212351574333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-night-movie-review.html' title='Sunday Night Movie Review'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUago4IqCpI/AAAAAAAAACI/BnLBTFiTGHc/s72-c/vodka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7659979847274149604</id><published>2008-12-13T13:50:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:21:43.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foxxy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly Sweater Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mrs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattooed Vixen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giraffe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biz'/><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUQinKzgq4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/MFApbqAbWrI/s1600-h/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUQinKzgq4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/MFApbqAbWrI/s320/bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279382719495711618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 22nd Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME..HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEE MEE....HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a blast. My girls; Satan, Giraffe, Biz, Foxxy, The Mrs. and I went to dinner at a sushi place. They cook in front of you and do super cool tricks. It was a blast, Biz got a shrimp on the forehead and The Mrs. got one in her hair. It was a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Giraffe left (she isnt 21 yet) and we headed to the club to met up with Tattooed Vix. The girls all pitched in and got me a table, which was super sweet. I almost shed tears because I know how expensive they can be. It was a small club and place we have never been before but it was a blast. We were def the hottest women there. This is confirmed because when I emptied my boots (they act as a purse) I found 4 different cards of photographers. lol. So I guess we will be all over the internet soon. YES!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the security guards and VIP hostess buy us all shots. Not to mention the bottle of Parrot Bay we chugged in the car, so needless to say we were pretty buzzed. By the end of the night me and Tattooed Vix were dancing on the tables and being offered jobs as go go dancers. lol. Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did met a boy though. Woo. The valet guy, they didn't make us pay before we went in the club so afterwards we only had enough money for paying them. No tip. Ek. I know that is horrible, I am a server for fuck's sake. So I gave him my number and told him he could take me out. lol. So we will see if anything happens with Dave the Valet. :) oh and I have some random person, Hank the Tank in my phone. No idea who this is. And I don't plan too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a GREAT night and I love my girls to death. I have known Foxxy, Biz and The Mrs. since 7th grade. It is great that we have made it this far. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part....I ended my night with Mr. J and had a birthday treat. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be almost as good. It is the 5th Annual Ugly Sweater Party at Mr. J's. The girls are coming and I can't wait. We always have a blast at his parties. He throws the best ones. Which reminds me, I need to stop blogging and blog stalking and go to Target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUQmSlXpdCI/AAAAAAAAACA/7y23ZCWiKps/s1600-h/fv_A51420M-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUQmSlXpdCI/AAAAAAAAACA/7y23ZCWiKps/s320/fv_A51420M-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279386763895862306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will do a post of the peeps in my life, so you understand a little bit more of them and their history with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta..&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Zebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7659979847274149604?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7659979847274149604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7659979847274149604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7659979847274149604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!!'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/SUQinKzgq4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/MFApbqAbWrI/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7448940364048360844</id><published>2008-12-11T20:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:04:25.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>tech idiot....and then some....</title><content type='html'>So with all my recent blogging and blog stalking I have come to terms that I am no longer internet savvy. OMFG!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at blogs and I am amazed at how their backgrounds are or how they get links into their blogs. WOW. I know, I know, it takes time and I will pick it up in no time, but geez. I feel like a child of this techno age I should be running CSS codes like nothin. *Side note, I didn't even know what CSS was until...umm....yesterday when I officially started my blogs. Ya. True sad sad story.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I ask super simple questions or I have mistakes and I don't know how to fix them, please don't harass the animal. :) I am still learning. I am excited to learn but please be patient and don't laugh. Well I guess you can, because I won't be able to see it. jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I am freaking out!!! Like I had to cry on my apartment floor, kick my feet and say "I did my best, I did my best" over and over again for at least 30 minutes. Why you may ask? Let me break it down for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put I expect too much of myself and spread myself too thin. Pretty much I hit myself with a hammer and than bitch when I experience pain. WTF. No sense right? I work and party a little too much and just coast by in my classes, *NEWS FLASH: COLLEGE TAKES MORE EFFORT THAN HIGH SCHOOL* so I have to adjust my study habits which haven't been so easy. So, a few semesters ago I had to sign a contract with finanical aid that I wouldnt get below a C in any of my classes. Well, this semester I got an E in my math class. FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! But wait here is my excuse, we don't show work on our tests so if we get it wrong by a negative or not simpilfying MINUS 10!! WTF!! This was not something I expected and so on ALL of my tests, I missed the answer by a negative or not simplifying. FUCK!!! What a number that did for my self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so, my financial aid for spring semester will be denied. I can appeal this but my excuse "my math teacher didn't credit our steps/work on our tests, so I failed" doesn't seem like a plausible excuse. So I am having to pay for next semester myself. EK. So let's add another $1200 to my already difficult budget. I work FT and PT just to pay for my rent, car and booze. I need a financial advisor and stat. *another side note, I make $30K a year at job #1 so I should have money right? Nope, it's called IMPLUSE BUYING and POOR $$ MANAGEMENT people.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is growing up bucko. Man, this shit sucks. So, I have some pretty difficult struggles ahead. I am an implusive buyer, so I waste money daily. I know this and I admit it, the first step right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. Stage 22 is being activated and I hope, no I pray that I can make it through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ta...&lt;br /&gt;ms. pink zebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script...&lt;br /&gt;this always makes me feel better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLDoJvAdrBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLDoJvAdrBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7448940364048360844?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7448940364048360844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/tech-idiot.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7448940364048360844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7448940364048360844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/tech-idiot.html' title='tech idiot....and then some....'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-8204722946405801048</id><published>2008-12-11T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:22.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/483ec89d3823f260/4941893c83805f05/483ec89d28fd4e4c/7fe4903a/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-8204722946405801048?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8204722946405801048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8204722946405801048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/8204722946405801048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599529607205571370.post-7972210043655786368</id><published>2008-12-11T02:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:25:38.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Me Me Meeee.....eeeee......</title><content type='html'>hello GREAT BIG Internet world? ms. zebra says hello!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my first blog. wow. this is very exciting. &lt;br /&gt;i have been reading a few blogs for about a week and decided to tip my foot in the water. so far so good. i hope mine is as witty and interesting as i have read. clearly it is not as gramtictally correct. i will be working on that. (another reason for my blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see....more about me...&lt;br /&gt;i work FT and PT weekends and attend school FT. I have great friends, a fabtastic family, and even better adventure filled weekends. So what is my problem? I am having a quarter life crisis. I am 22 and I am not where I wanted to be. (noticed the capital I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 12 this is where I wanted to be...(so what? i wrote a list at 12)&lt;br /&gt;- A.S Degree&lt;br /&gt;- My Own Home&lt;br /&gt;- Financially Stable&lt;br /&gt;- Love&lt;br /&gt;- Friends&lt;br /&gt;- Career&lt;br /&gt;- Independence&lt;br /&gt;- Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;- Well Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta..ta..the list i wrote in my journal ten years ago Saturday. wow. and sure i have accomplished...&lt;br /&gt;- My Own Apt&lt;br /&gt;- Friends&lt;br /&gt;- Love&lt;br /&gt;- Career&lt;br /&gt;- Independence&lt;br /&gt;- Working on intelligent&lt;br /&gt;- Working on Well Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok it is only a few things but i still dont feel very accomplished. i think my issue is i could have my degree right now BUT...and this is a big one...i had one too many vodka shots over the last few years. oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so so....i am rediscovering myself, reinventing myself, starting stage 22 of ms. zebra!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i go embarking on my journey to put down the vodka and focus on making stage 22 better than ever and achieve all my goals. only 367 days to become the person i want to become!! ::::loud cheers and hollers of joy and triumph::::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599529607205571370-7972210043655786368?l=mspinkzebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7972210043655786368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-me-meeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7972210043655786368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599529607205571370/posts/default/7972210043655786368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspinkzebra.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-me-meeeeeeeee.html' title='Me Me Meeee.....eeeee......'/><author><name>Ms. Pink Zebra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922892010375764707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbIb_240hk/Sazf9u6DzcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWle9PKfoSA/S220/1e7f63aa586d3d049cba1168a90c299d24430967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
