<?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-1390377790802448513</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:39:07.558-08:00</updated><category term='Credit'/><category term='Democrats Health'/><category term='Brown-Nosing'/><category term='English'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='David Letterman'/><category term='Social Faux Pas'/><category term='Warning Tags'/><category term='Authority'/><category term='Traffic Tickets'/><category term='America'/><category term='Power'/><category term='protests'/><category term='Bullshit'/><category term='Politicians'/><category term='Collections'/><category term='Bad People'/><category term='Language'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Flexing Authority'/><category term='Supreme Leader'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='US Weekly'/><category term='Debt'/><category term='humor'/><category term='Lobbyists'/><category term='life experience'/><category term='President Bush'/><category term='Organic Food'/><category term='God'/><category term='Jobs'/><category term='Tabloids'/><category term='Disruptive Behavior'/><category term='Famous'/><category term='Slow'/><category term='Iran'/><category term='lying'/><category term='Your Kids Aren&apos;t Cute'/><category term='LA'/><category term='Cops'/><category term='Restaraunts'/><category term='Food Companies'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='Angelina Jolie'/><category term='Brad Pitt'/><category term='Memory'/><category term='Managers'/><category term='Rules Are Made To Be Broken'/><category term='U.S.'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='bad person'/><category term='Reminding'/><title type='text'>My Gripe Of The Day</title><subtitle type='html'>This Is A List Of All The Things That Piss Me Off In Life! I Will Talk About Los Angeles Insanity, Celebrities, Crazy People, Politics... And Pretty Much Everything!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1287437981321697286</id><published>2011-08-07T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:26:23.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My neighborhood pets</title><content type='html'>Is this normal for your neighborhood?  It is for mine. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRMYOIQq07s/Tj9zRUqvOlI/AAAAAAAAASA/8f5MaXRhvTM/s1600/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRMYOIQq07s/Tj9zRUqvOlI/AAAAAAAAASA/8f5MaXRhvTM/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638351999934085714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1287437981321697286?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1287437981321697286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-neighborhood-pets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1287437981321697286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1287437981321697286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-neighborhood-pets.html' title='My neighborhood pets'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRMYOIQq07s/Tj9zRUqvOlI/AAAAAAAAASA/8f5MaXRhvTM/s72-c/IMG_0346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-496393146110601205</id><published>2011-07-10T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:27:20.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc_PXykBHw8/Thp6_L0eSQI/AAAAAAAAARY/JNYD0fm8lmE/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc_PXykBHw8/Thp6_L0eSQI/AAAAAAAAARY/JNYD0fm8lmE/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627945910276081922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my landlady noticed that our tile was cracked in a few places and offered to replace that area.  She said it might be brighter than the rest because it will be newer but she would match it.  THIS DOES NOT MATCH!!!!  I also don't care but, I think it's pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-496393146110601205?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/496393146110601205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/07/kitchen-floor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/496393146110601205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/496393146110601205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/07/kitchen-floor.html' title='Kitchen Floor'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc_PXykBHw8/Thp6_L0eSQI/AAAAAAAAARY/JNYD0fm8lmE/s72-c/IMG_0336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-8779574852018727219</id><published>2011-07-02T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:36:36.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangsta</title><content type='html'>Gangs are getting really out of control in Los Angeles.  This was taken in the violence ridden city of Westwood.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvk_L_co6mw/Tg_xMiRh_RI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ugxVzWjJNys/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvk_L_co6mw/Tg_xMiRh_RI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ugxVzWjJNys/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624979657270099218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-8779574852018727219?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8779574852018727219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/07/gangsta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8779574852018727219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8779574852018727219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/07/gangsta.html' title='Gangsta'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvk_L_co6mw/Tg_xMiRh_RI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ugxVzWjJNys/s72-c/IMG_0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-2635148043557217512</id><published>2011-05-30T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:06:47.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rule!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have to enact a new "you break it you bought it" rule in the household.  Because... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLFjxWc1iT8/TeNBrv0FzmI/AAAAAAAAARE/vHKh3Gfzgek/s1600/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLFjxWc1iT8/TeNBrv0FzmI/AAAAAAAAARE/vHKh3Gfzgek/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612401780458901090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-2635148043557217512?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2635148043557217512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2635148043557217512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2635148043557217512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-rule.html' title='New Rule!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLFjxWc1iT8/TeNBrv0FzmI/AAAAAAAAARE/vHKh3Gfzgek/s72-c/IMG_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6736845564695308878</id><published>2010-07-19T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:34:18.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Carts and Strollers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/TEe8LAzVeSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ARMcNHW40dQ/s1600/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/TEe8LAzVeSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ARMcNHW40dQ/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496568767608879394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear women pushing strollers. You're kind of aggressive with those strollers.  I have been nicked by many a stroller. There's a kid in there so be more careful. And another thing, and this goes for anybody with a shopping cart.  Please be aware of your space around you.  If a person can't pass by MOVE IT! Hello! Have some courtesy please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6736845564695308878?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6736845564695308878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/07/shopping-carts-and-strollers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6736845564695308878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6736845564695308878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/07/shopping-carts-and-strollers.html' title='Shopping Carts and Strollers'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/TEe8LAzVeSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ARMcNHW40dQ/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-8964450761237686720</id><published>2010-07-15T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:23:34.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing in Line At the Bucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/TEfVtkGo55I/AAAAAAAAAQo/H4zrbeUDZhw/s1600/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/TEfVtkGo55I/AAAAAAAAAQo/H4zrbeUDZhw/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496596848991332242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is nice. Standing in an absurdly long line at Starbucks, where they must have forgotten that its hotter than a mother outside because the AC is very very low. Plus, yay! What's that I smell? Oh its a homeless person right behind me in line. I'll be breathing through my mouth. I gave him a dollar, so I basically paid to use him in my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-8964450761237686720?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8964450761237686720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/07/standing-in-line-at-bucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8964450761237686720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8964450761237686720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/07/standing-in-line-at-bucks.html' title='Standing in Line At the Bucks'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/TEfVtkGo55I/AAAAAAAAAQo/H4zrbeUDZhw/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-5411919789359855210</id><published>2010-06-22T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:42:52.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beverly Hills Animal Patrol</title><content type='html'>Every so often you run across someone that you wonder, are you human or are you some sort of animal. That happens to me mostly when encountering people in Beverly Hills.  And it doesn't help this observation when they have distorted their faces with plastic surgery and they are creeping around snapping at people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-5411919789359855210?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5411919789359855210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/beverly-hills-animal-patrol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5411919789359855210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5411919789359855210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/beverly-hills-animal-patrol.html' title='Beverly Hills Animal Patrol'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3836525164507508968</id><published>2010-06-17T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:14:04.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in a construction site</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend decided to rip up the carpet in our apartment, and underneath is cracky concrete.  It's pretty unattractive actually and I'm not sure what the nect step is going to be but hopefully its cleaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3836525164507508968?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3836525164507508968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-live-in-construction-site.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3836525164507508968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3836525164507508968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-live-in-construction-site.html' title='I live in a construction site'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1487627093020284248</id><published>2010-06-14T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:48:07.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Bitchy Nurse Chick!</title><content type='html'>Hi, I didn't go to medical school so don't get all condescending when I don't know what exactly is wrong with me when I am still in the waiting room.  That's why I came to the doctor. Plus I was pretty specific so I don't know what your problem is, other than being a total bitch. Hee hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1487627093020284248?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1487627093020284248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-bitchy-nurse-chick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1487627093020284248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1487627093020284248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-bitchy-nurse-chick.html' title='Hey Bitchy Nurse Chick!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-2077468999671082554</id><published>2010-06-13T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:50:30.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriends annoying sports</title><content type='html'>It seems like every year my boyfriend adds a sport or something sports related to his repitoire of things to be obsessed about that I have no interest in.  Its like first football, next fantasy football, then madden, golf, creating a yearly golf tournament for Gods sake, and now it seems basketball.  Shitty shit shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-2077468999671082554?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2077468999671082554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/boyfriends-annoying-sports.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2077468999671082554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2077468999671082554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/boyfriends-annoying-sports.html' title='Boyfriends annoying sports'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-9137680447343422964</id><published>2010-06-12T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:08:47.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair EVERYWHERE!</title><content type='html'>I am cutting hair now and my school shirts constantly have little pieces of hair in them even though I wash them!  So I'm constantly itchy! So very uncomfotable!!! Not fun.  This is gonna be my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-9137680447343422964?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9137680447343422964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/hair-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/9137680447343422964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/9137680447343422964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/hair-everywhere.html' title='Hair EVERYWHERE!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-4928777086519971328</id><published>2010-06-09T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:41:51.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Wires</title><content type='html'>Everything has a wire now. I'm getting sick of having to battle tangled wires and not enough plugs.  Down with wires up with cordless I say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-4928777086519971328?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4928777086519971328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/evil-wires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4928777086519971328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4928777086519971328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/evil-wires.html' title='Evil Wires'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7269684311626414032</id><published>2010-06-07T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:55:03.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair will not be touched by the likes of you!</title><content type='html'>The girl who messed up my hair so badly it took 2 months to grow in enough that it could be fixed is callng and texting me to be her hair model again. Umm no. I would rather throw up a yardstick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7269684311626414032?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7269684311626414032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-hair-will-not-be-touched-by-likes-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7269684311626414032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7269684311626414032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-hair-will-not-be-touched-by-likes-of.html' title='My hair will not be touched by the likes of you!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-2777373878442087829</id><published>2010-06-04T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:27:01.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Problems</title><content type='html'>I want really long hair. I'm so tired of my short hair! I want really really long hair.  So sad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-2777373878442087829?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2777373878442087829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/hair-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2777373878442087829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2777373878442087829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/hair-problems.html' title='Hair Problems'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6444810129825053329</id><published>2010-06-03T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:32:47.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are commercials all so rediculous?  The acting and writing is terrible, and then they are always so happy dappy and corny.  I don't understand why advertisers don't understand that if you actually make a good and interesting commercial they will be more successful that a weird chirpy one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6444810129825053329?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6444810129825053329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-are-commercials-all-so-rediculous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6444810129825053329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6444810129825053329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-are-commercials-all-so-rediculous.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7655047036511716827</id><published>2010-06-01T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:39:01.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Do What I Do</title><content type='html'>I needed to cut my toenails pretty badly and I couldn't find any clippers even though I have a ton of them.  So I used those really big scissors that you use to cut paper with and I got to the second toenail and ended up cutting a big hole in the next toe over so I quit to stop the bleeding and never went back to it.  So I still have really long toenails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7655047036511716827?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7655047036511716827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-do-what-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7655047036511716827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7655047036511716827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-do-what-i-do.html' title='Don&apos;t Do What I Do'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7868702798047533951</id><published>2010-05-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:03:06.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noisy Bird</title><content type='html'>I woke up last night at like 3 am because some strange bird was making high pitched sounds I've never heard before.  What kind of bird does that in the middle of the night? And its very rude doing it right outside my window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7868702798047533951?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7868702798047533951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/noisy-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7868702798047533951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7868702798047533951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/noisy-bird.html' title='Noisy Bird'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6412886007171245835</id><published>2010-05-28T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:32:05.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Thing Gary Coleman Wasn't on My List!</title><content type='html'>Whenever a celebrity dies I have to make sure they're not listed on my people who I dislike list.  So inconvenient.  Gary Coleman was not on my list, but when we weren't sure if Bret Michaels was gonna die I had to thinks about whether to remove him.  Geez, good thing for me he lived!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6412886007171245835?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6412886007171245835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-thing-gary-coleman-wasnt-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6412886007171245835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6412886007171245835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-thing-gary-coleman-wasnt-on-my.html' title='Good Thing Gary Coleman Wasn&apos;t on My List!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-8194049212847981607</id><published>2010-05-22T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:45:04.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Plain Gripen'</title><content type='html'>I brushed my teeth but now I'm eating chocolate in bed,&lt;br /&gt;I've watched the whole season of Lie to me on Netflix so I have to wait to watch more&lt;br /&gt;I need to do laundry&lt;br /&gt;And I need to blow my nose but don't have any energy to get out of bed and get a tissue because my body is tired to an unmanageable degree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-8194049212847981607?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8194049212847981607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-plain-gripen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8194049212847981607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8194049212847981607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-plain-gripen.html' title='Just Plain Gripen&apos;'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7093675530106688620</id><published>2010-05-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:41:59.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpooling</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh. If we stop one more time on our way to school I'm going to kill someone.  This is why you don't carpool!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7093675530106688620?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7093675530106688620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/carpooling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7093675530106688620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7093675530106688620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/carpooling.html' title='Carpooling'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-5862407789821559873</id><published>2010-05-21T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:35:43.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are starting to look like stuffed sausages</title><content type='html'>I am so tired of seeing girls in too tight of shirts and or pants, usually both.  And it's always kinda chubby to obese girls. And I know exactly why too. It's because I wear the largest sizes in all womens clothing and I'm not chubby. So there is nothing for them to buy in there size.  It's irritating for me to fing a size big enough.  But, I also have to hold some of them responsible. We all know who I'm talking about. The ones who didn't even look for bigger sizes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-5862407789821559873?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5862407789821559873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/girls-are-starting-to-look-like-stuffed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5862407789821559873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5862407789821559873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/girls-are-starting-to-look-like-stuffed.html' title='Girls are starting to look like stuffed sausages'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-8086532350547207809</id><published>2010-05-17T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:52:34.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Guy Addiction</title><content type='html'>It's rediculous how much I know about Family Guy. I can quote so many lines, or pretty much just the whold episode. It's like I'm a 17 year old boy.  Plus I have to watch at least 1 episode at the end of the night to take me to my happy place.  So, Dear Seth MacFarlan: please do not start fucking up the show.  If you ever make a Brian and Stewie in the vault episode ever again I will come find you and beat you with a baseball bat. Thank you so very much. Sincerely, Gripe Of The Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-8086532350547207809?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8086532350547207809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-guy-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8086532350547207809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8086532350547207809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-guy-addiction.html' title='Family Guy Addiction'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1605694905871417082</id><published>2010-05-16T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:53:44.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fucking Dad Says I Should Update My Blog</title><content type='html'>My good old Dad said what the fuck is going on with Gripe Of The Day? And my dad never swears so I'm gonna have to do it so here it goes: I go to school with the most immature gossipy, too faced backstabbers I have ever met.  My friend in the class calls them demons from hell sent to take us down.  It fits them well.  Even our teacher says we are the most difficult class she has ever had and that they were mean to her.  That's so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1605694905871417082?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1605694905871417082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-fucking-dad-says-i-should-update-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1605694905871417082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1605694905871417082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-fucking-dad-says-i-should-update-my.html' title='My Fucking Dad Says I Should Update My Blog'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3646476537931333751</id><published>2010-05-06T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T16:20:03.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Off Me Bitch!</title><content type='html'>I need to get away from people.  I'm around people at school or work every single day.  And I'm always being told what to do or how to do it by someone. I'm just sick of it.  Plus I'm burnt out from this insane schedule so I'm oversensitive.  So people need to back off me. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3646476537931333751?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3646476537931333751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-off-me-bitch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3646476537931333751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3646476537931333751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-off-me-bitch.html' title='Back Off Me Bitch!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-550155255194016693</id><published>2010-04-30T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:32:14.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Be Honest</title><content type='html'>I don't like to throw anyone under the bus but, if I'm paying 20,000 dollars for school and the teacher will only show you how to do something once, and if you ask questions gets annoyed, if I get a survey about this teacher I'm gonna be honest.  It's just the way it is.  And I'm going to add in the comments that she should not talk about her personal problems with her boyfriend to the class all the time.  I'm just gonna.  And that's it that's all I'm gonna say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-550155255194016693?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/550155255194016693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/gotta-be-honest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/550155255194016693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/550155255194016693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/gotta-be-honest.html' title='Gotta Be Honest'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7860371576382298823</id><published>2010-04-28T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:40:59.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leggings</title><content type='html'>Why are skinny jeans and leggings in style at the same time? I've got a lot of hip action going on so its not very fair to me.  Plus its not nice to heavy girls. The propotions are all wrong.  Its sick people, sick! Give people a break and have flares come back too.  A hippy girl in leggings next to a skinny chick is a world of difference. A hippy girl next to a skinny chick in regular pants is alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7860371576382298823?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7860371576382298823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/leggings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7860371576382298823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7860371576382298823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/leggings.html' title='Leggings'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-631732593136671370</id><published>2010-04-26T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:12:12.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hablo...</title><content type='html'>Attention Tourists!  You can't get mad at me because I don't speak your language!  I would have to speak a million languages.  Plus, you're a TOURIST! That's part of the deal! And if you're not a tourist and you just don't speak the language you ESPECIALLY can't get mad. Because it's more inconvenient that you don't speak English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-631732593136671370?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/631732593136671370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-hablo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/631732593136671370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/631732593136671370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-hablo.html' title='No Hablo...'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-5940782911602533477</id><published>2010-04-19T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:53:38.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Gonna Ask Him For Help!</title><content type='html'>I was about 15 ft away from this taxi driver, who I was walking toward in order to ask him if he'd be able to jump my car, and he was standing with the door open facing the drivers side.  So his back was towards me and he pours something out of a cup onto the street and then he brings the hand with the cup in front of him, and I realize. HE'S PEEING into the cup.  Needless to say I did not ask him for help. Freaks of LA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-5940782911602533477?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5940782911602533477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-gonna-ask-him-for-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5940782911602533477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5940782911602533477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-gonna-ask-him-for-help.html' title='I&apos;m Not Gonna Ask Him For Help!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-2668964141774354393</id><published>2010-04-17T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:15:28.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fell Down On The Train</title><content type='html'>So I went to go start my car to go to school this morning and my car battery was dead, so I took the train.  So I have all ,y school equipment in a suitcase. I was on the train and the suitcase started to tip over so I went to grab it, and the train started and I fell down.  My dumb ass fell down on the train. How embarassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-2668964141774354393?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2668964141774354393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-fell-down-on-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2668964141774354393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2668964141774354393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-fell-down-on-train.html' title='I Fell Down On The Train'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7445777960401240593</id><published>2010-04-15T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:02:44.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loitering Noise Makers</title><content type='html'>In California on frequently loitered areas by homeless people, they play really annoying sounds so they will move, but isn't it just as annoying when you're sitting outside to eat or having coffee or whatever?  Also I can hear one of them from my house that's actually really far away.  So that means anyone who lives around one can't enjoy their porch or have their windows open!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7445777960401240593?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7445777960401240593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/loitering-noise-makers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7445777960401240593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7445777960401240593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/loitering-noise-makers.html' title='Loitering Noise Makers'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-9124261287179621321</id><published>2010-04-14T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:28:42.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micro Manage This!</title><content type='html'>Why do people love telling people what to do.  Also, the ones who love to micromanage kill me. We have a new manager and its like I'm being watched and told what to do every time I get a chance to take a breath.  It's so annoying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-9124261287179621321?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9124261287179621321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/micro-manage-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/9124261287179621321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/9124261287179621321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/micro-manage-this.html' title='Micro Manage This!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-424644730244455974</id><published>2010-04-13T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:52:55.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework!</title><content type='html'>I haven't had homework in like almost 6 years! But, I have some that I'm going to have to do!  So Gotta Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-424644730244455974?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/424644730244455974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/424644730244455974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/424644730244455974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/homework.html' title='Homework!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-2399138672504521111</id><published>2010-04-10T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:55:36.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliques</title><content type='html'>I hate cliquey people. Don't talk about me.  I just want to get a long with people.  I hate when you rub somebody in a clique the wrong way, and then the whole clique gets involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-2399138672504521111?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2399138672504521111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/cliques.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2399138672504521111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2399138672504521111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/cliques.html' title='Cliques'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-2308726720175036007</id><published>2010-04-07T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:48:38.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Down!</title><content type='html'>A girl came up to me at work and asked for a greyish brown colored eyeliner so I tested one I thought might be a good color on my hand and she GASPED and said "no".  I literally laughed and asked her if she was O.K.  her friend and her laughed too.  I was like jesus! Its O.K. I was just trying one.  Very funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-2308726720175036007?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2308726720175036007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/calm-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2308726720175036007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2308726720175036007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/calm-down.html' title='Calm Down!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-121176568193843903</id><published>2010-04-06T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:43:02.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I'm the only one but, rain makes me a certain type of tired.  It makes me drowsy. And no matter how much sleep I have gotten I still feel like the only thing I can do is sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-121176568193843903?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/121176568193843903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-sure-if-im-only-one-but-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/121176568193843903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/121176568193843903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-sure-if-im-only-one-but-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7074210932088222986</id><published>2010-04-03T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:21:50.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want To Help Disabled People</title><content type='html'>At my grocery stores checkout, on the keypad where you sign for your credit card, it asks you if you want to help people with disabilities. S literally if you don't want to donate mone you have to click "no", you don't want to help people with disabilities.  That sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7074210932088222986?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7074210932088222986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/hair-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7074210932088222986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7074210932088222986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/hair-school.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want To Help Disabled People'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3800888462382480606</id><published>2010-04-01T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:54:13.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared</title><content type='html'>I'm being driven home by a classmate, and she is a big ball of stress and is freaking me out!  Hopefully I don't die because she is driving eradically, and hopefully I can get out of the previously proposed carpooling plan that we had before I found out that she was a crazy person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3800888462382480606?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3800888462382480606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3800888462382480606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3800888462382480606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m scared'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-5973885349613199453</id><published>2010-04-01T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:31:08.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pack my lunchbox</title><content type='html'>O0h! I am going to have two pack lunch AND dinner for my 12 hour days! That's gonna be weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-5973885349613199453?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5973885349613199453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/pack-my-lunchbox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5973885349613199453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5973885349613199453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/pack-my-lunchbox.html' title='pack my lunchbox'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-242172329718849706</id><published>2010-03-29T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:54:07.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid checkers</title><content type='html'>I'm in line at a store and they added a checker, so now two checkers are taking people from one line.  So the other line is going really slow.  Why wouldn't you stagger it so you don't piss everyone in the lines off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-242172329718849706?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/242172329718849706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/stupid-checkers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/242172329718849706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/242172329718849706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/stupid-checkers.html' title='stupid checkers'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-2889267357360792301</id><published>2010-03-27T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:36:01.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Fairness</title><content type='html'>I hate when my dreams are so messed up that they stay with me through the day.  Another thing is that I never have really pleasant dreams. They very on crazy but, sometimes I'm in a war or in a town that's being attacked by zhombie like creatures.  But I never have like the opposite side where I'm so happy and amazing things are happening to me.  That doesn't seem fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-2889267357360792301?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2889267357360792301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/dream-fairness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2889267357360792301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2889267357360792301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/dream-fairness.html' title='Dream Fairness'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3422164710315641413</id><published>2010-03-27T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T02:34:50.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meditation is so healthy for you and when you are doing it,, it feels so good and afterwards you feel great.  But, actually sitting down to do it is so hard for some reason.  I always mean to do it and never get around to doing it.  Very annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3422164710315641413?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3422164710315641413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/meditation-is-so-healthy-for-you-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3422164710315641413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3422164710315641413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/meditation-is-so-healthy-for-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-8698087056322497431</id><published>2010-03-24T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:27:16.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a little worried about working until 1 am on Wednesdays now that I'm going to be going to school.  On Thursdays I have to be at school at 10 the next morning.  I'll see how it goes for a little while but then I'm going to have to say I can't do shipment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-8698087056322497431?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8698087056322497431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-little-worried-about-working-until-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8698087056322497431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8698087056322497431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-little-worried-about-working-until-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3142960463387985325</id><published>2010-03-23T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:10:46.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish there was nap time at work.  If you work a certain number of hours you get to lay down for a half hour.  I would be so much better!  Mine would have to be right after lunch because every time I eat I get EXTREMELY tired.  When I'm up for the day and I eat breakfast it makes me want to go back to sleep.  My metabolism is lazy I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3142960463387985325?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3142960463387985325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-there-was-nap-time-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3142960463387985325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3142960463387985325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-there-was-nap-time-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-898164013244761341</id><published>2010-03-22T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T02:40:57.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During a work meeting my manager said "well that's it", so I thought the meeting was over.  Then a HUGE packet was handed out to go over!!! She said, O.K. who wants to read paragraph 1? And totally by accident I let out this huge sigh! I was so mad! She actually asked who was that who sighed? And I quickly covered by saying I didn't want to read aloud.  Oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-898164013244761341?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/898164013244761341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/waitingt-ir-ii-n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/898164013244761341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/898164013244761341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/waitingt-ir-ii-n.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-4737453872267404371</id><published>2010-03-21T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:26:18.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has Everyone Lost Their Damn Minds?!</title><content type='html'>So in two totally separate instances at work today, someone dropped a fragrance tester on the ground and broke it.  Instead of apologizing or God forbid asking if they owe anything, they complained about something.  The first girl asked for a tissue because "it got all over me".  The second complained that it dropped on his foot.  Oh well!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Another situation illustrates the things people expect and are owed to them.  This woman said that she bought a product and lost it the very next day.  She asked if there was any way to get another one for free.  Have you lost your damn mind lady?  Has everyone just lost their damn minds?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-4737453872267404371?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4737453872267404371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/has-everyone-lost-their-damn-minds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4737453872267404371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4737453872267404371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/has-everyone-lost-their-damn-minds.html' title='Has Everyone Lost Their Damn Minds?!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-5335092971463459339</id><published>2010-03-19T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:16:36.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to cellulite</title><content type='html'>Cellulite cellulite go away&lt;br /&gt;Never come back on any day&lt;br /&gt;You make me look like a lumpy mess&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are you anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-5335092971463459339?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5335092971463459339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/ode-to-cellulite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5335092971463459339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5335092971463459339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/ode-to-cellulite.html' title='ode to cellulite'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-2678524122346012273</id><published>2010-03-18T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T03:17:11.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My manager told me that I can't have satudays off for school after I already signed up and got a loan.  She just told me even though she had the info for 5 days (before I got the loan).  She says I will have to go down to part time.  Which means I will hardly get any hours.  I'm going above her head and talking to the district manager on this one because this is a dibacle.  Thanks a lot.  Shitty shitty people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-2678524122346012273?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2678524122346012273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-manager-told-me-that-i-cant-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2678524122346012273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2678524122346012273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-manager-told-me-that-i-cant-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3610885503979025441</id><published>2010-03-15T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:16:26.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Parking Mafia</title><content type='html'>Don't ever not pay your parking tickets in California because they will FUCK your life up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3610885503979025441?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3610885503979025441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/california-parking-mafia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3610885503979025441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3610885503979025441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/california-parking-mafia.html' title='California Parking Mafia'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-4303337359902692240</id><published>2010-03-15T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:16:49.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OJ Simpsons new reality show</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that the girls who were arrested for breaking into all of the celebrities homes and stealing all their clothes are now getting a reality show.  Who is coming up with these reality show candidates?!  We are going to go too far eventually with these shows and give OJ Simpson a reality show.  Actually come to think of it, it wouldn't even suprise me.  And people would TOTALLY watch it to.  He could have a looking for love show on VH1. This is getting crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-4303337359902692240?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4303337359902692240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/oj-simpsons-new-reality-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4303337359902692240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4303337359902692240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/oj-simpsons-new-reality-show.html' title='OJ Simpsons new reality show'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6013125896451733891</id><published>2010-03-13T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:59:04.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No, You Didn't Get Me Sick</title><content type='html'>I got a cold the day after my manager who was sick and I had a 2 hour one on one meeting together.  So today she says, I hope you don't think I got you sick... because I have bronchitus and it's not contageous.  Um... yes, yes it is contageous.  Thanks for that bit of confidence about your intelligence though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6013125896451733891?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6013125896451733891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-no-you-didnt-get-me-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6013125896451733891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6013125896451733891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-no-you-didnt-get-me-sick.html' title='Oh No, You Didn&apos;t Get Me Sick'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-715969778531096418</id><published>2010-03-11T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:25:04.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I appologize to you and you don't except it, you and I are done.  Especially if it was just a silly argument.  What's wrong with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-715969778531096418?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/715969778531096418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-appologize-to-you-and-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/715969778531096418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/715969778531096418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-appologize-to-you-and-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6467645646260249474</id><published>2010-03-09T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:12:23.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Problems With Mannequins</title><content type='html'>What is the purpose of mannequins having nipples?  Women wear bras to try and conceal them, so why are they flaunting them?  Also, what's with the mannequins with the terrible posture?  The slouched shoulders and their arms dangeling down like an ogre!  Not attractive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6467645646260249474?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6467645646260249474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-problems-with-mannequins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6467645646260249474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6467645646260249474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-problems-with-mannequins.html' title='My Problems With Mannequins'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-8788575441444513247</id><published>2010-03-07T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T01:01:58.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Waiting is not fun. Can you think of anything that you want that you would prefer to wait for than to get right away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-8788575441444513247?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8788575441444513247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8788575441444513247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/8788575441444513247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1781381663244589780</id><published>2010-03-05T23:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:52:26.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asians</title><content type='html'>Asian women who shop at my work are interesting.  They won't say hi to you, they speak so softly that you have to ask what about a million times and they will make you stand there while they take forever to decide on a product.  Very weird. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1781381663244589780?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1781381663244589780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/asiansasian-women-who-shop-at-my-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1781381663244589780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1781381663244589780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/asiansasian-women-who-shop-at-my-work.html' title='Asians'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1454143894539956423</id><published>2010-03-04T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:08:53.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cat Needs To Pay Rent</title><content type='html'>I wish I was a cat so that I could sleep all day and it would be totally exceptable and normal.  I always get jealous of my cat when she looks so comfortable and I am getting ready for work!  My cat's going to have to start contributing to rent since she spends more time there than my boyfriend and I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1454143894539956423?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1454143894539956423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-cat-needs-to-pay-rent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1454143894539956423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1454143894539956423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-cat-needs-to-pay-rent.html' title='My Cat Needs To Pay Rent'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6991037410712791323</id><published>2010-03-03T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:56:12.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas Cage has been added to the list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S5Wqn55Cx9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/x770vqsTfTs/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S5Wqn55Cx9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/x770vqsTfTs/s200/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446446926906181586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolas Cage has been added to my list of people who I don't like or annoy me.  He's broke? How are you part of the Coppala family and a major movie star and you're broke you dumb shit.  Also, you have a really big ego for some reason and your just not fun to watch anymore.  Go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6991037410712791323?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6991037410712791323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/nicolas-cage-has-been-added-to-my-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6991037410712791323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6991037410712791323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/nicolas-cage-has-been-added-to-my-list.html' title='Nicholas Cage has been added to the list'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S5Wqn55Cx9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/x770vqsTfTs/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-4230319683341735240</id><published>2010-02-28T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:59:19.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Getting Rediculous</title><content type='html'>I left for Chicago on the 20th, and they lost my luggage. It's now the 29th and I still don't have it.  They're supposed to be fedexing it to me.  Needless to say I'm already back from that trip and I actually came home for 2 days and flew to Vegas for 2 days and am back from that and it's still not here!  That's comical it's so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-4230319683341735240?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4230319683341735240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-getting-rediculous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4230319683341735240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4230319683341735240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-getting-rediculous.html' title='This Is Getting Rediculous'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6896876358544917915</id><published>2010-02-26T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:11:03.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission To Lose My Fat</title><content type='html'>I am on a mission to lose 20 pounds but, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do it.  Food is pretty important to me and I don't like to eat things just to fill me up.  I like things to taste good!  But once I come back from Vegas it's game on!  I quit smoking so I should be able to do this.  I hate being the size I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6896876358544917915?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6896876358544917915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/mission-to-lose-my-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6896876358544917915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6896876358544917915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/mission-to-lose-my-fat.html' title='Mission To Lose My Fat'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-974992549358586695</id><published>2010-02-26T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:48:29.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking Tickets</title><content type='html'>I should pay my parking tickets. Especially since I sold my car and so there are unpaid parking tickets on the car someone else now owns. It's just not something that you want to do when you have extra money.  I could buy so much stuff with that money.  It pisses me off to have to pay parking tickets.  I don't even feel I should have to pay them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-974992549358586695?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/974992549358586695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/parking-tickets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/974992549358586695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/974992549358586695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/parking-tickets.html' title='Parking Tickets'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-593985967120383416</id><published>2010-02-21T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:17:34.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turbulance</title><content type='html'>I had my very own airline turbulance on the flight thanks to the person behind me.  It was not a kid either, no it was a 30 something woman who during the last hour was doing God knows what.  It was more than just a little bit too.  It was every second.  You could actually hear the moving and snappping on the back of the seat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-593985967120383416?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/593985967120383416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/turbulance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/593985967120383416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/593985967120383416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/turbulance.html' title='Turbulance'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3647754070271664262</id><published>2010-02-19T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:43:02.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my last time having to take a bus to work! So of course it's the most jam packed bus possible.  It's not even rush hour! Whatever. That's O.K. because... ITS THE LAST TIME I HAVE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT ALL THE FREAKS ON THE BUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3647754070271664262?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3647754070271664262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-my-last-time-having-to-take-bus-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3647754070271664262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3647754070271664262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-my-last-time-having-to-take-bus-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3186628366561212059</id><published>2010-02-17T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:06:18.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cat's Viscious!</title><content type='html'>My cat is really mean to other animals even if they are bigger than her.  My landlady agreed to take care of her while I go on vacation and she suggested bringing her to her own apartment instead of leaving her alone in mine.  I told her she could try it but she has a cat and I don't want her to harrass her cat the whole time she's there by trapping her in rooms and hissing at it so we'll see.  She's viscious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3186628366561212059?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3186628366561212059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-cats-viscious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3186628366561212059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3186628366561212059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-cats-viscious.html' title='My Cat&apos;s Viscious!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-4190511255168602122</id><published>2010-02-16T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:39:25.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should start dressing up more. Girls come in and they're shoping in heals, dresses, and looking all cute.  I don't even have any heals.  I'm more casual though. I don't know why you would want to shop in heals.  But at least looking fierce would be nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-4190511255168602122?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4190511255168602122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-should-start-dressing-up-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4190511255168602122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4190511255168602122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-should-start-dressing-up-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-2114171854581448919</id><published>2010-02-15T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:59:04.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are They Alien Spies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S5WrYcIY7fI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PvxTZYYwtO0/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S5WrYcIY7fI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PvxTZYYwtO0/s200/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446447760731074034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do these people come from? You see these strange people walking around especially in LA, and they're not homeless so it begs the question, where could they work? Where do they live, and how did so many people get so weird?  What are they doing wandering around?  Are they alien spies sent to learn about us? That's the only logical answer I can come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-2114171854581448919?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2114171854581448919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-they-alien-spies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2114171854581448919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2114171854581448919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-they-alien-spies.html' title='Are They Alien Spies?'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S5WrYcIY7fI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PvxTZYYwtO0/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6767108969426089228</id><published>2010-02-13T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:30:51.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Calling Me!</title><content type='html'>Someone is selling their car on Craigs list, a Toyota Forerunner, and has accidentally used my phone number in the ad.  So 20 times a day at least the phone is ringing or I'm answering it to explain.  This has been going on for almost a week. I wish whoever is actually selling the car would figure it out. I'm going to change the message on my phone to say, "I'm not selling a car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6767108969426089228?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6767108969426089228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-calling-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6767108969426089228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6767108969426089228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-calling-me.html' title='Stop Calling Me!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1259036131298923556</id><published>2010-02-11T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:43:00.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was helping a client that was probably 18 or so, and she asked about celebrities that have been in there so I told her Elizabeth Taylor, Renee Zellweger, Kim Kardashian... and she FREAKED out about Kim being in there and asked me what whe bought and where she stood in the store!  I told her one thing she bought and she held it like it was a lost book of the bible and said, "Kim has this". WEIRD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1259036131298923556?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1259036131298923556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-helping-client-that-was-probably.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1259036131298923556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1259036131298923556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-helping-client-that-was-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-4347725619351804209</id><published>2010-02-10T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:20:22.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Cause Death</title><content type='html'>I love the commercials about medications and tjen they list all of the horrifying potential side affects like seizures, heart failure and death! My favorite is the anti-depressant medication that may cause suicidal thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-4347725619351804209?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4347725619351804209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/may-cause-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4347725619351804209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4347725619351804209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/may-cause-death.html' title='May Cause Death'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7277053629257943005</id><published>2010-02-05T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:23:29.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biltmore Hotel</title><content type='html'>Ahhh paradise! I want to live at a hotel! I went to the Biltmore hotel last night where the academy awards used to be held! It's so much better to stay at a hotel that has old architecture, and isn't like every sleek and modern hotel or building that tou go to.  There's so much to do there and there's so much history.  Why isn't everything like that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7277053629257943005?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7277053629257943005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/biltmore-hotel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7277053629257943005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7277053629257943005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/biltmore-hotel.html' title='The Biltmore Hotel'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6702338339821091815</id><published>2010-02-05T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T12:41:23.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>selling a car is interesting!</title><content type='html'>I am really bad at answering calls and listening to voicemails so its funny because I have so many more people calling me than usual trying to find out more about the car and schedule a time to see it!  Also half the people you do schedule with don't show up so that definitely adds an element of frustration.  And when they don't want the car I feel a little rejected! Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6702338339821091815?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6702338339821091815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/selling-car-is-interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6702338339821091815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6702338339821091815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/selling-car-is-interesting.html' title='selling a car is interesting!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7151283962838329110</id><published>2010-02-02T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:06:22.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spit On The Sidewalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S2j2N_iLHdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TcqQ3md-aHk/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S2j2N_iLHdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TcqQ3md-aHk/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433863670676004306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention Everyone:&lt;br /&gt; PLEASE STOP SPITTING NASTY PHLEM LOOGIES ON THE SIDEWALK OR IN PARKING LOTS.  THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM IT'S RIDICULOUS AND I HATE HAVING TO AVOID THEM!!!  ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU HAVE A COLD AND IT'S ALL NASTY AND YELLOW. UGG! GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;Attention Dad:&lt;br /&gt; I DON'T NEED ANY COMMENTS ABOUT HOW I USED TO SPIT ALL THE TIME.  I WAS VERY YOUNG AND I MOSTLY SPIT IN THE GRASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7151283962838329110?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7151283962838329110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/spit-on-sidewalk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7151283962838329110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7151283962838329110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/spit-on-sidewalk.html' title='Spit On The Sidewalk'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S2j2N_iLHdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TcqQ3md-aHk/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7968558178377843378</id><published>2010-02-01T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:03:16.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee On The Bus</title><content type='html'>I was on my way home on the bus and people start yelling "that guys peeing! He's peeing on the bus!"  So then the bus stops and the driver comes back and starts yelling at him to get off the bus which he doesn't so we keep going and he's yelling about illegal immigrants and how he's legal etc etc.  He got off the bus and the bus driver must have called the cops because they drove up on the sidewalk and arrested him. I just played solitaire on my phone the whole time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7968558178377843378?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7968558178377843378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/pee-on-bus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7968558178377843378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7968558178377843378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/pee-on-bus.html' title='Pee On The Bus'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-2704408669634330868</id><published>2010-01-30T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:51:51.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is solitaire so hard?! I have to restart the game pretty much every single time!  I am still really addicted to it.  That and tetris! The bus rides fly by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-2704408669634330868?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2704408669634330868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-is-solitaire-so-hard-i-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2704408669634330868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2704408669634330868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-is-solitaire-so-hard-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7000630337061173232</id><published>2010-01-29T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:06:28.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke Detector</title><content type='html'>My landlady yells at me every time she comes into my apartment for taking out the smoke detectors.  But, every time I cook something in the oven it goes off!  It's the most sensitive smoke detector in the world!  If a piece of cheese falls of the pizza onto the bottom of the oven watch out.  It will go off.  I probably should clean the oven but, no smoke comes out really, it just somehow makes the alarm go off.  Lets be honest, nobody wants to clean the oven.  It's a terrible job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7000630337061173232?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7000630337061173232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/smoke-detector.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7000630337061173232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7000630337061173232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/smoke-detector.html' title='Smoke Detector'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7376914673217820749</id><published>2010-01-27T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:00:20.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Steal My Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S2OuzLWp4EI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Xpv2_2Bo83g/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S2OuzLWp4EI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Xpv2_2Bo83g/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432377769783320642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper aware of where my stuff is when I'm on the bus or anywhere in public basically. But, I was realizing today that I was treating my sandwich in the same way.  I've done the same thing with drinks, like someone's just waiting to swipe my coffee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7376914673217820749?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7376914673217820749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-steal-my-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7376914673217820749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7376914673217820749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-steal-my-stuff.html' title='Don&apos;t Steal My Stuff'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S2OuzLWp4EI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Xpv2_2Bo83g/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1077828733337232324</id><published>2010-01-26T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:32:26.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA Guys</title><content type='html'>Guys in LA and especially the area where I live LOVE the scruffy just rollled out of bed, I don't care look.  Here is their typical look: long straggly kind of dirty looking hair, skinny jeans and a dirty t shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1077828733337232324?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1077828733337232324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1077828733337232324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1077828733337232324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-guys.html' title='LA Guys'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-206525427850917277</id><published>2010-01-26T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:19:49.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Schedule</title><content type='html'>Yesterday and today I have been guessing what time I work.  Which is not the best thing to do.  Yestersday I was right at 9 am. Today I'm thinking its either 4:30 or 5. I'm aiming for 4:30 but its probably 5.  We'll see.  Your hours shouldn't be that different from day to day though.  It's a little rediculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-206525427850917277?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/206525427850917277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/work-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/206525427850917277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/206525427850917277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/work-schedule.html' title='Work Schedule'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1441850163350832619</id><published>2010-01-22T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:54:35.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sitting On The Street</title><content type='html'>I was walking down my street and a car that had clearly been on fire at some time was just sitting there.  The entire roof was gone and the cab and hood was completely melted and charred.  It was a crazy sight! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1qcrKbpiTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JEfhpWV0oAo/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1qcrKbpiTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JEfhpWV0oAo/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429824566097185074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1441850163350832619?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1441850163350832619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-sitting-on-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1441850163350832619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1441850163350832619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-sitting-on-street.html' title='Just Sitting On The Street'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1qcrKbpiTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JEfhpWV0oAo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6479698333562458503</id><published>2010-01-21T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:09:42.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only In LA or probably NY</title><content type='html'>I was standing at the bus stop and this guy walks up and stands two feet away from me and is looking straight at me and is rapping or something AT me but no sound was coming out of his mouth at all!  It went on for like Five minutes without breaking his stare and I just had to try and keep from laughing. It was the funniest thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6479698333562458503?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6479698333562458503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-in-la-or-probably-ny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6479698333562458503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6479698333562458503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-in-la-or-probably-ny.html' title='Only In LA or probably NY'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-4752150554855632163</id><published>2010-01-21T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:09:32.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheets</title><content type='html'>Do not go to Macys to get a sheet set! Two pillowcases were like $40.  So a sheet set would be like $200. What the hell kind of fabric are they using?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-4752150554855632163?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4752150554855632163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/sheets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4752150554855632163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4752150554855632163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/sheets.html' title='sheets'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-5970113959801009854</id><published>2010-01-20T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:33:54.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why all of the hair schools I am looking at are like Monday through Friday either day or night.  I work retail! I can't do that or I will only be able to work Saturdays and Sundays!  Why didn't I do this while I was living at home?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-5970113959801009854?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5970113959801009854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5970113959801009854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5970113959801009854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6263570702092301337</id><published>2010-01-18T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:44:31.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bCaf8lXWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5yCyWY92md4/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bCaf8lXWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5yCyWY92md4/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428740161349705058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people think that jeans are comfortable.  For ME I think they are the most uncomfortable type of pant that you can where.  I always feel like my organs are getting crushed because of the waistband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6263570702092301337?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6263570702092301337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/jeans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6263570702092301337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6263570702092301337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/jeans.html' title='Jeans'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bCaf8lXWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5yCyWY92md4/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-4819682372889744234</id><published>2010-01-17T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:39:01.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Dinners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bBBMbh2FI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AIrHnIG3mAE/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bBBMbh2FI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AIrHnIG3mAE/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428738627102431314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be picky but, lean cuisines and frozen dinners such as that are horrible and mostly tasteless.  Also, you need to have two of them to get full.  I know they can do better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-4819682372889744234?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4819682372889744234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/frozen-dinners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4819682372889744234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/4819682372889744234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/frozen-dinners.html' title='Frozen Dinners'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bBBMbh2FI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AIrHnIG3mAE/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-58807490413166588</id><published>2010-01-14T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:42:09.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Think About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bB3QTQsjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GIQb6PcQ7DM/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bB3QTQsjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GIQb6PcQ7DM/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428739555854430770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See inmates are very creative! There are these inmates in prison that tatooed the whites of their eyes! They say you have to be really dedicated and I agree.  We should all be so driven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-58807490413166588?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/58807490413166588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-to-think-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/58807490413166588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/58807490413166588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something To Think About'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bB3QTQsjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GIQb6PcQ7DM/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1713616277241550794</id><published>2010-01-12T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:43:33.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is A Show?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bCL0G0aAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hsyxTi0yRYc/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bCL0G0aAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hsyxTi0yRYc/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428739909063305218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are enough retarded women in the world to make a SHOW out of not knowing your pregnant until you gave birth? What did you think was wrong with you?  Did you think there was a giant tumor growing out of your stomache?  It's unexceptable that you are that dumb I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1713616277241550794?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1713616277241550794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1713616277241550794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1713616277241550794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-show.html' title='This Is A Show?'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/S1bCL0G0aAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hsyxTi0yRYc/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3834427836318777562</id><published>2010-01-11T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:49:01.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polluted LA</title><content type='html'>LA is so dusty and polluted that my cat has developed allergies or asthma or something!  I had an air purifier in my room and it got so full so quick! It broke because it couldn't handle it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3834427836318777562?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3834427836318777562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/polluted-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3834427836318777562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3834427836318777562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/polluted-la.html' title='Polluted LA'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-2294313313783550804</id><published>2010-01-10T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:34:26.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings Are Scary!</title><content type='html'>When I have to get up early in the morning I feel so sorry for myself! I look around at everyone else that's up that early and wonder if they're as upset as me.  I only have to wake up really early every once in a while too so, it really shouldn't be a big deal but, I'm just not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if I wake up early in the morning for some reason I don't know what to do so I make myself go back to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-2294313313783550804?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2294313313783550804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/mornings-are-scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2294313313783550804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/2294313313783550804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/mornings-are-scary.html' title='Mornings Are Scary!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6332155221929067756</id><published>2010-01-09T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:56:05.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry!</title><content type='html'>If you know that you are always 10 minutes late closing the store to the point where you joke about it, you should figure out what to do so it doesn't happen because it's not respectful to everyone else.  Nobody wants to be there late with nothing to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6332155221929067756?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6332155221929067756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/hurry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6332155221929067756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6332155221929067756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/hurry.html' title='Hurry!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1533747171887336740</id><published>2010-01-04T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:35:43.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEwwww.</title><content type='html'>This morning the bus was full to where some people had to stand but not super packed by any means.  So this man comes and stands right in front of me when I'm sitting down, with his legs spread apart.  I was one of maybe four women on the bus and there were plenty of other places to stand.  When someone left I actually got up and moved seats because it was so uncomfortable.  There's nowhere I could look but straight down! I'd rather him be facing the other way.  Plus he wasn't off to the side at all he was centered right over me.  Think man!  Or maybe he did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1533747171887336740?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1533747171887336740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/eeewwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1533747171887336740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1533747171887336740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/eeewwww.html' title='EEEwwww.'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-5045212700717570609</id><published>2009-12-28T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:13:59.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Alfredo, Not Just Mac n' Cheese</title><content type='html'>I wish I didn't like food so much.  Some people can just eat whatever just to fill themselves up.  But, no I have to want a gourmet meal every night. Today I'm going to get alfredo sauce to eat with already made chicken. Plus I already have the noodles and parmasean cheese.  This grocery shopping all at one time is really working out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-5045212700717570609?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5045212700717570609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/chicken-alfredo-not-just-mac-n-cheese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5045212700717570609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5045212700717570609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/chicken-alfredo-not-just-mac-n-cheese.html' title='Chicken Alfredo, Not Just Mac n&apos; Cheese'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3334919125265384269</id><published>2009-12-26T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T18:26:38.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever missed out on a financial opportunity that was so good and easy to do but because you missed a phone call or email it went to someone else?  That happened to me and I'm so annoyed at myself about it.  I guess it wasn't meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3334919125265384269?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3334919125265384269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/whyyyyyyyyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3334919125265384269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3334919125265384269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/whyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1230224589290752027</id><published>2009-12-24T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:07:44.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood Bus Stops</title><content type='html'>I got off work and was waiting at the bus stop at 11:30 at night and a guy asks if the bus will take him to the greyhound which I don't know so I look up on my phone where the greyhound is.  So as I'm doing this he's telling me how he had just gotten out of jail today after 4 years for threatening terrorism andthen something about domestic abuse.  But, he did add that it didn't make him a bad person.  Positive thinking, everyone can benefit from it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1230224589290752027?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1230224589290752027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/hollywood-bus-stops.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1230224589290752027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1230224589290752027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/hollywood-bus-stops.html' title='Hollywood Bus Stops'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3041511359566192244</id><published>2009-12-23T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:21:54.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My work changed my schedule last minute by leaving me a message.  I didn't get the message because they call from an unknow number which is extremely annoying since telemarketers call from an unknown number.  Then they call when I'm supposed to be in and when I say I never got the message about this SECOND schedule change they ask if I'm sure.  Why would I intentionally miss 2 hours of work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3041511359566192244?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3041511359566192244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-work-changed-my-schedule-last-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3041511359566192244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3041511359566192244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-work-changed-my-schedule-last-minute.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7186945060771312839</id><published>2009-12-19T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:23:45.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth</title><content type='html'>My tooth didn't hurt before I got a cavity filled in it, but, now I'm constantly in pain.  They better fix it for free or else I'm gonna freak out.  Plus I'm sick of it hurting constantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7186945060771312839?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7186945060771312839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/teeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7186945060771312839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7186945060771312839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/teeth.html' title='Teeth'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-3864361661060399041</id><published>2009-12-18T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:55:04.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Shoplifting!</title><content type='html'>A woman that was shopping at my store got arrested today.  She had her baby with her too.  The way she acted about it was so strange too, not ashamed, lying, talking like she was just going to appologize.  The loss prevention officer approached her outside and she acually introduced herself to him and shook his hand! I guess she was trying to be charming to get out of it but, it was just very strange! She also looked like a girl next door. So it added to the wierdness of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-3864361661060399041?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3864361661060399041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-shoplifting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3864361661060399041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/3864361661060399041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-shoplifting.html' title='Holiday Shoplifting!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6230676664713213662</id><published>2009-12-13T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:04:40.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not My Problem</title><content type='html'>The only types of companies that don't adopt the "its not my problem philosophy" are retail stores.  You can bring a smashed, used completly, 2 year old product and get a refund from a retail store, or buy and return weekly and clearly abuse the system and be completely fine.  But, any other company would be like your cars not fixed?  Well it must be a different problem.  You are a day late because you had an emergency, its not my problem is the answer they would give without words by giving you a $30 late fee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6230676664713213662?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6230676664713213662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-my-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6230676664713213662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6230676664713213662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-my-problem.html' title='It&apos;s Not My Problem'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-1938286192384824186</id><published>2009-12-11T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:26:18.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Press Bus</title><content type='html'>it stinks when you wait and wait for the bus and then the one that ends up coming is the non express bus.  Then you have a difficult decision to make.  Do you risk waiting for the express bus that's usually just a little behind the regular one or do you go with the one that's there?  The non express is horrible because it stops at every single street possible. But, its worse when you're at an unfamiliar bus stop and you don't know if any buses are coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-1938286192384824186?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1938286192384824186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/x-press-bus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1938286192384824186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/1938286192384824186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/x-press-bus.html' title='X-Press Bus'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-5903354568609353107</id><published>2009-12-09T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:31:34.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue Dilema</title><content type='html'>I was renting magazines from the library and ended up owing $45.  I don't understand how 6 overdue magazines that cost less than $4.00 can end up costing $45. I would have been better off just buying them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-5903354568609353107?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5903354568609353107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/overdue-dilema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5903354568609353107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5903354568609353107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/overdue-dilema.html' title='Overdue Dilema'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-6881332536296205176</id><published>2009-12-07T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:42:39.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Stole A Shopping Cart.</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend and I have never been a totally normal couple.  We just did our first joint shopping excersion tonight in over five years.  We are excited to save money, so we are going to do it every week.  But, right now the car is broken so we just wheeled the cart all the way hme and into our kitchen.  We think outside the box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-6881332536296205176?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6881332536296205176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-stole-shopping-cart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6881332536296205176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/6881332536296205176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-stole-shopping-cart.html' title='We Stole A Shopping Cart.'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-5852744686436369170</id><published>2009-12-07T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:44:15.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Be Chilly</title><content type='html'>It's annoying because my house is really cold but, I don't have a way of heating it.  How do you not have a heat option in your apartment building?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-5852744686436369170?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5852744686436369170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-be-chilly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5852744686436369170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/5852744686436369170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-be-chilly.html' title='It Be Chilly'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1390377790802448513.post-7717120118725799217</id><published>2009-12-06T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:27:14.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Shopping</title><content type='html'>Certain people are much harder to shop for than others.  My parents are the most difficult because they never want anything except for gift cards.  Then there's my boyfriend who only ever wants expensive electronic type things.  I am also difficult to shop fo because I'm very picky so when people try and pick out something, a lot of times it's something I would never like or be interested in.  If someone tells you they want a gift card, it may mean that you're a shitty gift giver and you might be better off just doing what they ask!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1390377790802448513-7717120118725799217?l=mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7717120118725799217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-shopping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7717120118725799217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1390377790802448513/posts/default/7717120118725799217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygripeoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-shopping.html' title='Holiday Shopping'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339863453970288595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPVpe3nTVtQ/SkSJV1j197I/AAAAAAAAAEk/T5bsmtYJrO4/S220/HPIM0530.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
