<?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-6102872</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:25:54.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret lost inner thoughts of a poet...</title><subtitle type='html'>These are my random ramblings of remourse and recourse.. how I deal with my internal rant is by blogging in secret... No one who I write about knows about it..So Shhhhh... It's a secret!... </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-112050299729250682</id><published>2005-07-04T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:02:49.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've made it a year now from the death of my grandfather..and everything's been surreal.Had a dream I was down at the ocean swimming. I could feel the bottom of the ocean.. and it felt greasy. I jumped off the deck and could feel the salty water sticking to me like sand on wet skin. I backstroked.. but lil kids kept getting in my way. It was bizarre to say the least... oh.. and the sky.. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/112050299729250682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/112050299729250682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112050299729250682' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-109124656894643556</id><published>2004-07-30T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:02:48.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh I've been busy.. too busy to keep up with alot of things..It's been a long time since I sat down and wrote anything in here.. I've just been so busy withwww.GreasyGrandma.Com and making shirts.. I've been selling a few.. been pretty happy to know that I'm producing stuff people like enuff to buy...I think since my grandfather died on the 2nd of july.. I just havent wanted to share my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/109124656894643556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/109124656894643556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109124656894643556' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-108474990244029293</id><published>2004-05-16T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T19:25:02.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Soumdi And CarolinaAbidjan,Cote D'IvoireWest African.Dear Sir /MadamWe wish to solicit your help in migrating to your country, we are Soumdi And Carolina Bakary, we are the children of Late General Alexandre Bakary the former Director of military inteligence and special acting General Manager of the Sierra Leone Diamond mining coperation(SLDMC ). We are contacting you to seek for your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/108474990244029293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/108474990244029293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108474990244029293' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-108461705508069061</id><published>2004-05-15T06:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T06:30:55.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Land of the LostWelcome to Hell..We've had your name for years now..Welcome to where you dwellWe've done everything, anyhow..Welcome to your new home..We've spuced it up for you...Welcome to where you're all alone..since you'd end up here, You always knew..NIghtmares come to life, right before your eyesSo kill your wife, and wait for the surprise..It'll take years of pain to amount</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/108461705508069061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/108461705508069061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108461705508069061' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-108429486844958868</id><published>2004-05-11T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T13:01:08.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family Tree Main Page Yea!!! One of my favorite local bands just got their new website up... good band... better than freddy jackson and sexual chocolate!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/108429486844958868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/108429486844958868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108429486844958868' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-108429475134658012</id><published>2004-05-11T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T12:59:11.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What women want... the not so-secrets...You know, I see alot of guys out there wondering what the hell women want... I'll tell you... Security is prime.. They want to know you can take care of it.Communication  .. They want to know how you feel about it.Domineering      .. They want you to be in conrol of it.Loving touch     .. They want to feel loved.you cover these 4 things with your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/108429475134658012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/108429475134658012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108429475134658012' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-108080955639991792</id><published>2004-04-01T03:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T03:56:14.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know when you think everything is going right,. and then... it just goes wrong? You know how life turns into a nightmare in the matter of weeks into months into years?Yeah. We all do.Some people take the short path and just jump off this train called life.. some people stick with that train until it  derails in some midnight mass holocost... I wish I has happy.. but I'm not.. WIshing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/108080955639991792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/108080955639991792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108080955639991792' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107963216515907470</id><published>2004-03-18T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T12:52:44.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.. It's been a long time kiddo's...I've had to take a break from writing as much... posting as much.. and basically hanging out online...Yep.. I've got a girl... been with her over two months now.. and I am in love.. she makes my heart swell up.. and makes my head swim in a sea of emotions...I don't know where to start or finish with her... cept, she's the best thing to happen to me in a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107963216515907470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107963216515907470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107963216515907470' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107362891799047024</id><published>2004-01-09T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T01:15:38.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have epiphanies all the time.. these little moments of clarity.. these movie moments of sadness.. these distillations of seconds into slow motion memories.. the smells.. the feelings…I wish I could show you the wonders that happen inside my head.. since words fail me now..I am a writer.. I guess… I wouldn’t consider it my day job…But I do find solace in a blank piece of paper.. and having </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107362891799047024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107362891799047024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362891799047024' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107298529566113716</id><published>2004-01-01T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T14:28:33.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new year.. right?Feels like an old one.Feels like I've been down this road a thousand times.. Fuck it.Happy new year to you and yours.. if it counts for anything.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107298529566113716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107298529566113716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107298529566113716' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107160554903178622</id><published>2003-12-16T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T15:12:43.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well.. I slept like an angel last night... I crawled into bed at like 8pm.. and passed out.. I thought I'd just be taking a nap.. but nope.. I slept clear thru till like 9am this morning.. I called the job placement service.. and the they were rude.. No jobs.. but rude.. Like I was bothering them or something. doodieheads.Temp agencies suck. I guess you'd expect that.. more temporary on your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107160554903178622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107160554903178622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107160554903178622' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107151279407525891</id><published>2003-12-15T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T13:26:47.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strangers in a strange land... that’s about how I could describe it.. Living alone in a strange world...A world I thought I used to know... a world of honesty...but now... now it's just all lies... Lies, I tell you... You're living a lie... but I'm sure you already knew that.I hope.I hope in lies... I dream in lies... these things that I tell myself everyday…Just to be optimistic.Maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107151279407525891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107151279407525891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107151279407525891' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107113855407595143</id><published>2003-12-11T05:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T05:29:26.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well now... whats been up?Not much on my front.. I've started dating a girl.. She's a real sweetheart...We've been talking now for about 3 months online.. this last weekend we decided to go shoot some pool and hang out...So we hung out all night.. and it was awesome.. No stress.. No expectations...it was nice for a change...It was like a date.. but it wasent... So needless to say... I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107113855407595143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107113855407595143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113855407595143' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107099054896780431</id><published>2003-12-09T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T12:22:40.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun stuff I found...http://www.myspace.com/A cool site kinda like friendster.. but hell of alot faster and cooler... worth a little time...Http://Www.bangme.net/A hot or not spinoff.. With alot of cool people...http://www.zfilter.com/A huge link website.. it had tons of cool sites...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107099054896780431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107099054896780431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107099054896780431' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107099023753133760</id><published>2003-12-09T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T12:17:29.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Penis.. the word of the day...This came up in conversation.. figured I'd share it with of you who needed a laugh..DI (12:09:24 PM): My mom and Hitler (nickname for my step dad) and taken my nephews Lucus who's 5 and Xavier who just turned 6 but was 5 at the time, to the store one day. Well, the boys were sitting in the backseat having a conversation about privates as they call em. My mom said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107099023753133760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107099023753133760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107099023753133760' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107097888422071258</id><published>2003-12-09T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T09:08:16.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I happen to keep two other webjournals.. and well.. that's become a major pain in my ass.. I'm really just going to stick with this one.. Since no one really knows about this one, nor does anyone read it..I've been getting alot of feedback from some of my friends about them... mainly for my subject on women.. it seems that alot of the females... Who arn't dating me...seem for me to have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107097888422071258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107097888422071258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107097888422071258' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107044217168695186</id><published>2003-12-03T04:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T04:03:02.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I used to love... now I just try to forget...I used to live.. not it's just lifelong regret...Needless to say.. Im feeling *Blah*...and Im sure you dont wanna read this crap. I don't blame you... I don't wanna write it.. but I figure it's better to get it out than just bullshit and keep it in.I'm in serious doubts about myself... I'm in doubts that I will ever truly find someone I can love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107044217168695186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107044217168695186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107044217168695186' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107030471683455075</id><published>2003-12-01T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T13:52:06.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh... It's been 6 hours... I sould be feeling better right? Nope... Feel worse.. I feel like I'm making a mistake choosing to be alone.. but in my heart of hearts.. I feel like it's not right.. So what am I to do? Go back on my choice? Nope.. can't do that.. Suck it up? Yep. I've come to the conclusion that maybe.. just maybe.. I'm better off alone... like.. I havent found someone who's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107030471683455075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107030471683455075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107030471683455075' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107028109520503336</id><published>2003-12-01T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T07:18:25.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving update...Yeah, Im sure you wanna know.. right?Well thanksgiving this read was depressing.. I come from a somewhat large family.. and it reminds me of a forgotten language.. There were only three of us this thanksgiving.. the smallest amount I've had familywise ever... but it was just me, my grandfather and grandmother... It was quaint.. depressing, but quaint.. the food was great</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107028109520503336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107028109520503336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107028109520503336' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-107028061456330290</id><published>2003-12-01T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T07:10:24.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what I've realized? I havent been writing much.. mainly because I feel like.. well.. only certain people read this... and that when I'm in a relationship.. I dont want to write about it because, well.. if they are web savy.. they will find it..I wont be able to harbor my fears in private.. they will know my weakness or what's bugging me.. even if it happens to be them...I been doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107028061456330290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/107028061456330290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107028061456330290' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-106959393993650572</id><published>2003-11-23T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T08:25:47.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nikki's Survey...I saw this, so I figured it'd help answer questions you havent even asked yet!x: name = Aaron:x: piercing = Tongue and ears 4 times.. 2 each side…:x: tattoos = none. I haven’t found something I want to keep for the rest of my life…:x: height = 6’2” :x: shoe size = 11 1/2:x: hair color = Dark brown...:x: length = short.. just enuff to grab…:x: siblings = None.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106959393993650572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106959393993650572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106959393993650572' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-106954964077375627</id><published>2003-11-22T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T20:07:28.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh.. by the way.. just so you know... I'm crazy... Crazy as hell in fact.. the fact that I'm allowed to cross the street is proabbly a bad thing... and sorry to come off so depressed latly.. there's been alot going on... as for pictures and stuff... that'll come soon enough as I figure out what all to do... I'm pretty good with computers... Pretty lost when it comes to HTML...but that'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106954964077375627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106954964077375627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106954964077375627' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-106954771671549682</id><published>2003-11-22T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T19:35:24.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You ever been with someone who’s shady? Like you have trouble believing them once you catch them in a lie? Like you start having creeping doubts and suspicions after you’ve caught them… You didn’t before, since you were trying to keep an open mind.. but after that.. it’s like Red Flag city…Christ.    She’s been through a lot.. A miscarriage, a jilted lover, a ton of lies, dealing with her kid, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106954771671549682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106954771671549682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106954771671549682' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-106940370278199515</id><published>2003-11-21T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T09:37:09.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My wish list...I wish I didn't always feel so alone...I wish that people could understand me...I wish I was in love..I wish I knew what to do...I wish I knew what to write...I wish I knew how to make your life part of mine...I wish I didn't fuck up everything I touch... I wish I wasn't the asshole I ma.. I wish I was someone else..I wish I didn't have to see another girls gone wild commercial..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106940370278199515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106940370278199515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106940370278199515' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-106937841057859402</id><published>2003-11-20T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T20:33:37.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well today was good.. as most days are.. no matter how bad they are.. they could always be worse..I didn't really remember my dreams today.. but I figure thats because I only slept for like 5 hours.. I tried to stay up all night and day.. and failed around 2pm.. arg... It's nice when you go to sleep like that tho.. you're just soooo drowsy.. that crawling into bed is better than an orgasm.. the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106937841057859402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106937841057859402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937841057859402' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-106929167156065362</id><published>2003-11-19T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T07:37:23.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a strange style of writing.. much like I'm just talking to you.. So sometimes it's a real easy read.. and sometimes... it's not. see if this is for you...So here's a little background...     I'm 28 years old.. been writing and singing (badly I might add) for the last 15 years.. I've been working as a bartender for the last 3 years.. Well.. bartender/waiter. depending on the place... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106929167156065362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106929167156065362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929167156065362' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-106928814992235892</id><published>2003-11-19T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T20:00:12.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Well these are the days of sharing and blogs, right? You want to see the internal ramblings of a poet? This is the right place.. a place where I can ramble and if you dont like it, you can just close the window...    On that note.. Beware.. I cuss, I speak freely about my thoughts and the bad stuff that has happend in my life.. I post all those little things that I think should be shared and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106928814992235892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106928814992235892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928814992235892' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102872.post-106959662270358576</id><published>2001-12-31T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T09:12:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I noticed that I really didn't write much for the year of 01 to 02.. there's a huge gap in my blog then... mainly because I was living at a house in Norfolk.. We called it White People land.. since we were the only white people on the block, save the gay next door neighbor who had an affixation with flannel and Paul and I...Living at Ballentine was a nightmare... Let me explain...I had hung </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106959662270358576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102872/posts/default/106959662270358576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankmojo.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#106959662270358576' title=''/><author><name>GreasyGrandMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15840613590904750693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
