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  <updated>2009-03-17T16:09:34Z</updated>
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    <title>unmans_killer @ 2009-03-17T11:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T16:07:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-17T16:09:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Want To Be Evil - Eartha Kitt</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So last night was my second burlesque class...&lt;br /&gt;From the start i've thought the exciting bits of this new project were that it's bold, it has such a wonderful sense of history and tribute to all things vintage, and is just plain fun.  But a little part of me was terrified that someone from my office would find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm having a hard time not leaking the secret to three of the women i work with.  I imagine i will tell them all &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; the &amp;quot;recital&amp;quot; (a term which always makes me feel more like a six-year-old pianist rather than a racy performance artist) but for now i must resist the urge to spill it because the boss must not know at any cost!</content>
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    <title>unmans_killer @ 2008-10-21T13:39:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-21T17:40:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-21T17:43:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have heard of people who go all to pieces in museums.&amp;nbsp; George said it happened to him at least once, but then that guy will cry at anything.&lt;br /&gt;For lunch i went to the Anderson Gallery as they're currently showing an encaustic exhibit, a medium about which i've been wanting to know more.&amp;nbsp; I didn't actually weep but i nearly did.&amp;nbsp; My throat tightened first for the sheer beauty of some pieces, then for the realization i couldn't afford to &lt;em&gt;possess&lt;/em&gt; them, and finally for my own abandoned career.&lt;br /&gt;Sterling came by this morning.&amp;nbsp; We're both very excited for the associated workshop happening on thursday.&amp;nbsp; So evident how similar our interests.. yet so worlds apart our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean again to dream in color?&amp;nbsp; I don't remember but last night's was very&amp;nbsp; vivid.&amp;nbsp; I was coloring, with others, as if in coloring books of giant sheets but the pages were alive.&amp;nbsp; I layered a teal over yellow and the color beneath my hands swam and swirled and vibrated and shimmered with life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unmans_killer:3434</id>
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    <title>Mad Libs!</title>
    <published>2008-10-20T20:55:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-20T21:01:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_indar_chandra' lj:user='indar_chandra' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://indar-chandra.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://indar-chandra.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;indar_chandra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it when I threw up as you ate enchilada and I saw you ignore my John F. Kennedy statue.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Extreme Home Makeover sucks. I'm returning your memories from the military service to you, but I'll keep your left ear as a memory. You should also know that I get sick when I think of our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go burn,&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___12___,&lt;br /&gt;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard souffl&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rashes&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;lt;/lj&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>unmans_killer @ 2008-10-16T13:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-16T17:05:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-16T17:05:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday Kevin bought me a new shotgun.&amp;nbsp; I didn't ask for it or anything, but the one we had was given to us by his dad and is unreliable.&amp;nbsp; Kev said yesterday's 12 gauge was marked way down at the store and was too good a deal to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday, more than one of my girlfriends annoyed the shit out of me by email.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy the rare socio-political conversation&amp;nbsp; that can be had intelligently but yesterday was the day to be forwarded still more overstatement of the obvious.&amp;nbsp; If all you've got are pot shots at easy targets and more falsehoods and rumor, don't come near me with that banality.&amp;nbsp; It's a strange feeling because i'm accustomed to people disagreeing with me; i'm less accustomed to people who support my candidate showing such ignorance.</content>
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    <title>unmans_killer @ 2008-10-10T11:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-10T15:05:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-10T15:05:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night i drank everything in the house.</content>
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    <title>unmans_killer @ 2008-09-29T17:21:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-29T21:22:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-29T21:22:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I swear, i will never understand all the stock market panic. When i first jumped in (at the height of the tech bubble) the Dow had never before topped 10,000. I remember that as a big day. Every close over that amount still seems like a lot to me. Looks like time to buy.</content>
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    <title>unmans_killer @ 2008-09-26T14:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-26T18:34:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-26T18:35:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wilco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tonight i think i'm going to see Pinback by myself.&amp;nbsp; I called a couple people, but no one's available and there a certain appeal in just soloing this one...</content>
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    <title>meme.  by way of bwayboogiewooge.</title>
    <published>2008-09-26T16:45:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-26T16:49:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Put your iTunes or media player on shuffle and answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Veronica&amp;quot; - Elvis Costello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking Up:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Brandenburg Concerto No. 1 - 1st Movement&amp;quot; - Bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Average Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;The Celibate Life&amp;quot; - The Shins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Date:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Meant To Be&amp;quot; - Squirrel Nut Zippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling In Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Foreign Country&amp;quot; - The Concretes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Scene:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Thank You Too&amp;quot; - My Morning Jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fight Scene:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;A Duel Will Settle This&amp;quot; - Mates of State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking up:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Diary&amp;quot; - Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back Together:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;quot;You Turn Me On I'm A Radio&amp;quot; - Joni Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secret Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Love in the Shadows&amp;quot; - The Magnetic Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's Okay:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;quot;Fun &amp;amp; Games&amp;quot; - Caesars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Bewley in Red&amp;quot; - Bibio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;The Distance&amp;quot; - Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning A Lesson:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Roll &amp;amp; Tumble&amp;quot; - Gourds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Thought:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Bad&amp;quot; - U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flash Back:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Elephants&amp;quot; - Japancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Dance:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Never Said&amp;quot; - Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regretting:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;I'll Never Be Anybody's Hero Now&amp;quot; - Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long Night Alone:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Nobody&amp;quot; - Tom Waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;quot;Cassette&amp;quot; - Rhombus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closing Credits:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Red Sails in the Sunset&amp;quot; - The Platters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song to play was Tom&amp;nbsp;Waits so i got excited that this would go well.&amp;nbsp; Turned out pretty tough because i thought i was familiar with at least half of the 63.15 gigs in my library but i guess that isn't so.&amp;nbsp; I admit i skipped a few tunes that i couldn't say whether or not i'd ever heard before and definitely didn't represent me.&amp;nbsp; A few other unfamilars i left in and still don't really care for but had to draw a line on my cheating somewhere..&amp;nbsp; Still, would have been nice if to have heard from many other artists on my list.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;For the record, MMJ really let me down with the love song off their newest album.&amp;nbsp; It's hideously early-80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Pet peeve of the day:</title>
    <published>2008-09-24T23:39:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-24T23:45:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">People who write/say, &amp;quot;i'm going to try and go...&amp;nbsp; try and do.. try and focus...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;'Try' and 'do' are not TWO SEPARATE THINGS in this usage!&amp;nbsp; These speakers intend, &amp;quot;i'm going to try to do..&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Did they never have a high school teacher correct their grammar on this point as i did??!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!&amp;nbsp; My alter ego should not have revisited the old haunt.</content>
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    <title>Weekend of Naught</title>
    <published>2008-09-24T15:34:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-24T15:34:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was supposed to get inked on Saturday but Katie was sick.&amp;nbsp; Sunday Kev &amp;amp; i went to Orange for a Harley event (i didn't know they ordinarily prohibit test rides) but that didn't happen either because we didn't know we had to sign up at 8 in the morning.&amp;nbsp; In between we went to visit Becks but i just went comatose there not having the energy for anything but bed.&amp;nbsp; What a letdown.</content>
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    <title>unmans_killer @ 2008-09-19T10:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-19T15:40:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-19T15:53:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was the first time i've driven a vehicle since August and only the second time i've been in one at all.&amp;nbsp; Bummed i had to end the 17-day streak but Kev took my bike in for some much needed love and this morning it rides like buttah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that March entry may have been a reactionary false start, but i'm glad to revisit this little corner having my distaste in that other stop renewed.&amp;nbsp; Dejavudu is mired in false friends and has temporarily killed my LJ&amp;nbsp;addiction again.</content>
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    <title>The internet is an abomination.</title>
    <published>2008-08-01T22:55:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Call me old-fashioned, but i revel in the romantic notion of memories held tight.. memories of classic "ships passing in the night..." the taste and feel of someone you know you'll never see again.&amp;nbsp; Someone who lit up your entire world for a moment so alive when you think on it it makes your heart hurt.&amp;nbsp; Someone so fleeting they left you forever changed.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't fully appreciate it at the time, but remember that part when Kincaid said goodbye, Francesca had to watch the back of his pickup getting farther and farther from her, knowing she'd never see him again and with her world crumbling she couldn't say or do anything; another was mere inches away?&amp;nbsp; There's something devastatingly romantic about carrying that person's memory in your heart forever, knowing they're out there in the world... somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;Well the internet ruins that.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one you can't find these days.&lt;br /&gt;When life first began to return to normal i looked for him.&amp;nbsp; i found scraps and shreds but nothing really.&amp;nbsp; I shouldn't have looked back.&amp;nbsp; Today he is right there.&amp;nbsp; Available for the picking.&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare because i have no reason to think he'd want to hear from me.&amp;nbsp; And also because i'm sure it's better if he remains that cherished memory but STILL!&amp;nbsp; By god, it sucks to find him now and know he's only a message away.&amp;nbsp; I know me and temptation will very likely get the best of me one day.</content>
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