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  <title>Bitches Brewing</title>
  <subtitle>and other such nonsense</subtitle>
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    <name>cutetology</name>
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  <updated>2008-09-17T12:05:10Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutetology:3748</id>
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    <title>Duane Reade Zombies</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T12:05:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T12:05:10Z</updated>
    <category term="dream log"/>
    <category term="duane reade"/>
    <category term="zombies"/>
    <content type="html">Dream Log: September 17th, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a police officer or a government agent that was assigned to handle an incident in a local drug store. People in the drug store had started to turn into zombies. I had to go into the drug store and destroy the zombies and not hurt any uninfected citizens. I also really had to buy a present for my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the dream wandering around the drug store, picking up random items to purchase for my dad (a tape measure, some wooden sticks designed entirely to aid in the setting of fires in fireplaces, and a set of four orange chinese soup spoons). I also had to determine who was a zombie and who was not. There was a system set up in the store to beep when a zombie was nearby, but I went into a particular part of the store that was crowded with people, and the zombie indicator was screeching like crazy. I couldn't tell who was a zombie and who was not a zombie. I ended up shooting some people who just looked really shitty that day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutetology:3355</id>
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    <title>Regrets</title>
    <published>2008-09-15T01:21:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-15T01:26:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is it possible to regret something with your whole heart and soul and yet still appreciate where it has gotten you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling torn.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutetology:3298</id>
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    <title>The Internet is Full of Crazy People</title>
    <published>2008-09-13T13:13:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-13T13:14:53Z</updated>
    <category term="drama"/>
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    <content type="html">and I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a complicated email exchange I had with a husband and wife last night in relation to a craigslist ad I posted. The ad was a "gig" in which I requested someone who lived in the Bay Ridge area of Brooklyn with a car or a truck to help me move my stuff out of the ex's house and into a nearby storage unit today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names will not be censored to protect the stupid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JoeDelFinoLLP@aol.com&lt;br /&gt; to gigs-836081816&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;"how old are you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LI&lt;br /&gt; to JoeDelFinoLLP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;"24"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*note here, I only responded because I thought it was going to end up turning into him hitting on me, and I needed a laugh of some sorts*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JoeDelFinoLLP@aol.com&lt;br /&gt; to gigs-836081816&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;"call 347 204 2391"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*another note. I did not call. I deleted the message. Also, this is where it starts to get complicated*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halfbaked223@aol.com&lt;br /&gt; to gigs-836081816&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;"my husband left you his cell # just to see if he can get laid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LI&lt;br /&gt; to Halfbaked223&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;"haha i deleted any messages there were just cell phone numbers. Are you not fucking your husband enough? My boyfriend cheated on me for that very reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JoeDelFinoLLP@aol.com&lt;br /&gt; to gigs-836081816&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;"just wanted a blow job"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LI&lt;br /&gt; to JoeDelFinoLLP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;"your wife ratted you out. btw i don't give blow jobs why do you think my bf broke up with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JoeDelFinoLLP@aol.com&lt;br /&gt; to me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i wife said that . she got mad that i was going to help you&lt;br /&gt; please don't e mail me back sorry  for what happen &lt;br /&gt;good luck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*third note: i did not respond to this when I read it*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JoeDelFinoLLP@aol.com&lt;br /&gt; to me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did you know your posting . what did you think you would find some nice guy why would i ask you how old you are dumb bitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LI&lt;br /&gt; to JoeDelFinoLLP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;br /&gt;"actually dear I found a very nice lady tomorrow who is helping me out. Also your husband told me that you are writing me these messages because you're jealous that maybe he would do something nice for a girl that isn't you. He also asked me not to write him back, which I didn't. But now that you are harassing me I'm going to tell you to fuck off you stupid whore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halfbaked223@aol.com&lt;br /&gt; to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;"hey look i am sorry i am just a scorned women in a sad marriage of 18 years trying to hold on to all i know and love cause i dont know how to leave like you did .but when someone asks how old you are you should have had a flag go up.like why they need to know your age once again i will not bother you. and i am sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LI&lt;br /&gt; to Halfbaked223&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;"I did have a flag go off. I only replied because I thought something hilarious was going to happen. And it did. Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the apartment smells like tuna fish right now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutetology:2878</id>
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    <title>so</title>
    <published>2008-09-11T01:19:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-11T01:19:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my first day of work went well. It was a little overwhelming this morning but I think i'll get the hang of it quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've got three dates planned for this week. two from cbd and one from match.com&lt;br /&gt;mission: get some dick is on!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutetology:2673</id>
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    <title>today was the win</title>
    <published>2008-09-08T23:40:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-08T23:40:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I will Survive by Gloria Gaynor</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Three fantastic things happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Went to the ex's house. liberated my clothing and some videos. Also left him a little present :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Did some work at the super top secret place! I spent a good four hours surrounded by my two favorite things: computers and nerdy white boys. Also one hot friendly funny chick whom I love more everytime I meet her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a spoiler if you haven't figured out where the top secret place i was going to today was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cutetology.com/photos/d/2152-1/okcupid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I GOT A JOB OMG I GOT A JOB YAY SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Also i just ate the best turkey burger ever in celebration.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutetology:2413</id>
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    <title>grr :(</title>
    <published>2008-09-06T21:48:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-06T22:34:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just spent 15 minutes writing/rewriting a really great cover letter for a job I found posted on craigslist, only to find that the email address they provided does not work.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutetology:2156</id>
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    <title>rain rain here to stay</title>
    <published>2008-09-06T03:09:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-06T03:09:24Z</updated>
    <category term="weather"/>
    <content type="html">One thing I get over about New York is the way rain works here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess growing up in Northern California I have skewed concepts of "wet" weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire day out and about, the sun shining down horrendously. The humidity making me sweat like a pig if a pig could sweat and was walking around Manhattan in 87 degree weather. &lt;br /&gt;The sky was without a cloud, until about 6 pm (well, i can't be sure exactly what time, I was asleep) when a layer of them covered the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to rain tonight. And Thunder storm tomorrow. Yes I know some sort of tropical storm is spattering us, but I still don't understand where it came from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always knew when it was going to rain in Santa Rosa. You'd step outside, the sky would be cloudy all day and it would be sort of kind of actually COLD. (or at least brisk). And then the rain would start and not end for 3-7 days. I think I will end up missing this kind of rain. I know I will end up missing the Sunday afternoon drives I used to go on with TTBN through the redwood trees out to the coast.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutetology:1950</id>
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    <title>tada!</title>
    <published>2008-09-05T03:21:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-05T03:21:06Z</updated>
    <category term="employment"/>
    <category term="secrets"/>
    <content type="html">I have my second job interview tomorrow. I also got an email from another place that might want to set up an interview with me (though it's all the way up on 116th street on the east side). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I might have a special job to do next week that involves me going to a TOP SECRET place.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutetology:1456</id>
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    <title>Central Park Zoo</title>
    <published>2008-09-02T21:59:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-02T21:59:36Z</updated>
    <category term="zoo"/>
    <content type="html">In order to avoid my ever deepening hatred toward the human race, i made a trip to the central park zoo! Here are some animals for you to look at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cutetology.com/photos/d/2122-2/penguindiving_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cutetology.com/photos/d/2128-2/penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cutetology.com/photos/d/2125-2/monkies.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkies trying to escape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cutetology.com/photos/d/2131-2/fKrog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little yellow frog (i didn't catch his name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cutetology.com/photos/d/2134-2/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poison dart frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cutetology.com/photos/d/2137-2/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cutetology.com/photos/d/2140-2/bird2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cutetology.com/photos/d/2150-2/redpanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Panda sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cutetology.com/photos/d/2146-2/sealions.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California Sea Lions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cutetology.com/photos/d/2143-2/sealion.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had a really long annoying day. I think I need a nap.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutetology:689</id>
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    <title>30 minutes to design my journal</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T23:13:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T23:13:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Yeasayer- Sunrise</lj:music>
    <content type="html">2 minutes to write my first post.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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