<?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-3149671</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:41:35.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>say what??</title><subtitle type='html'>brain spillage...water based. shouldn't stain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3149671.post-83471136</id><published>2002-10-24T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T14:26:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>talk about surprised! my gurl played me a few tracks offa Tweet's album and i was amazed at how much i enjoyed them. not cuz i didn't appreciate her talent; i actually LOVE her voice. heard her on my ghetto jam 'take away' and couldn't wait to hear her solo effort. i don't think disappointment is a strong enough word to describe my reaction to her two released singles. btw lyrical content and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/83471136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/83471136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83471136' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-83123508</id><published>2002-10-17T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T12:32:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so in support of all my fellow SLP's (summer lovin' peoples), i understand that diametrically opposed to spring cleaning is equally dreaded 'fall packup'. i too have been loathe to remove the summer fashions from hangers and play switcheroo with my humongo trunks, but alas i'm just grateful summer ended 5 weeks late. i used the time to properly say good bye to the season...and so i now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/83123508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/83123508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83123508' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-82856388</id><published>2002-10-11T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T16:14:39.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all i'm saying is, who's bright idea was it to surround what is obviously taffy gone wrong with a hard candy shell?? tootsie pops: the consistent disappointment. even if the center DID taste like chocolate, chocolate and grape tastes DO NOT taste great together. don't care whatcha say...and in true non sequiter fashion:LL gets my ponce de leon award fo' sho'. that dude is 38 and making a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/82856388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/82856388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82856388' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-82741921</id><published>2002-10-09T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T11:05:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life at a glance*song of the day: Musiq's Don't Change**reflection of the moment: whycome the weather has changed and i'm seeing people in turtlenecks and sandals?? in the immortal words of expose (whoops, my age is showing) seasons change people, change (your clothes)! ...**my age is really beginning to show: went to a party on saturday night that turned into an 80's party of sorts...i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/82741921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/82741921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82741921' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-80779732</id><published>2002-08-27T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T11:52:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PDJDC aka PDDGD**curious?? well, let's just say that i was an aural victim of society yesterday when a pair of my brothers in blackness decided to sing along with what was playing in their walkman/discman's...whatever (headphones for the old people:) now, i'm all for humming along intermittently in the barely audible fashion. frankly, volume in closed spaces is totally dependent on who's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/80779732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/80779732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80779732' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-80479548</id><published>2002-08-20T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T12:10:21.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today's dilemma: what is it i have against jennifer lopez? is it that she's given herself her own pseudo-hip nickname? is it that she's a mediocre singer among many? no, i think it's that despite her obvious ordinary voice, she's being lauded as being a phenom who can 'do it all'. i'm always loathe to embrace people who get this label; probably because rarely do i see people who can truly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/80479548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/80479548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80479548' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-80331232</id><published>2002-08-16T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T15:54:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the anatomy of an ice cream cone...so today i took advantage of the wares of a ny iced services refugee (mister softee, they don't exist outside ny...you KNOW ol'dude is on the run) and went old school: chocolate dipped ice cream cone.  now, since i'm not a real ice cream eater (i can take or leave it) or a chocoholic in the stereotypical female displacement fashion,  and i thought i deserved a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/80331232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/80331232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80331232' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-79655770</id><published>2002-07-31T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T16:27:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's as good a day as any to post a random 'top 5' list of some sort. so let's see...Top 5 favorite desserts5) Bananas foster 4) Jell-O Strawberry pie  3) Hazelnut Ice cream  2) Hazelnut anything else, and  1) Apple anything (crisp, pie) and so on  ok, that was a bit of a struggle, since i don't eat dessert on too many occasions. let's skip to music and see what jumps off there...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/79655770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/79655770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79655770' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-78975839</id><published>2002-07-15T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T11:29:02.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please tell me that i've been to my blog since may....NO WAY! i can't believe 2 months have passed. i won't even trip though; i've been beyond busy. i've also apparently won my friends' nomination for 'busiest single person they know' award...i don't know if i'll take home the crown, but it's an honor to be nominerated...seriously though, God's been taking me through some real ups, downs and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/78975839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/78975839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78975839' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-76623723</id><published>2002-05-16T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T09:19:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Samson, the Philistines are upon you!" Judges 16:8talk about bad choices. i mean, samson was Israel's fighting champion. their MVP who had the joy of having God fearing parents, the admiration of his people and let's face it, he was probably fine too. so why'd he keep linking up with women who were only out to see him destroyed? why'd he bypass Holy law and choose a women outside of his faith-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/76623723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/76623723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76623723' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-76503314</id><published>2002-05-13T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T10:56:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my, has it been so long??...i tell you, that mental blogging's a tricky thing. you know, cuz i be thainkin stuff in the car-uh...:^) ok, so why couldn't i remember my FA (frickin acronym) from the prior post for a hot 3 seconds? HA!i tell ya, there's sum'n to them there context clues...then i had the think, 'well, what would i say??' ...very b-zar. so, i'm gearing up for weddings aught-deuce</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/76503314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/76503314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76503314' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-76092868</id><published>2002-05-02T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T16:57:33.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, so today's a nat king cole day cuz i was able to cop a s-weet cd from fye that's basically the same recordings natalie did on 'unforgettable'. perfect for me, since i didn't want to have to hunt down several cd's w/ maybe 5 tracks apiece...anywho, i'm taking it easy at work today since we've got potential 'nado weather happening (big up to my pals at noaa for the heads up:) i can tell i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/76092868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/76092868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76092868' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-75966443</id><published>2002-04-29T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T12:33:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i found out how old i am this weekend when i got the chance to go see the roots on saturday.  how about i'm too old to be around college students for a prolonged period of time anymore?? i'm convinced that before any group (of anything- musicians, singers, puppets, etc.) performs there must be at least 1 altercation in a testy crowd that is roughly 45% drunk and 80% rude. i was throwin' bows </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/75966443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/75966443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75966443' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-75812453</id><published>2002-04-25T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T10:23:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so apparently it's national bull *kraka* week again cuz i keep getting the same dumb chainletter email that i used to get in college on VAXmail (pre-pegasus mail baby) that tells me that friends are like people who walk on your heart and leave a mark or sumthin er other...oh, but they pick you up afterwards and ask, 'hey, d'you get my email?'one thing for chain letters, they show you who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/75812453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/75812453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75812453' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-75559046</id><published>2002-04-18T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T10:20:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>advertisements...you know, sometimes i'm utterly amazed at what i'll put my faith in. i'm one of those folks who's susceptible to mass advertisements for 'quick fixes' and 'unbelievable' results. shopping becomes a brand new animal for someone searching for a paragraph of just the right catch phrases to justify their impulse purchases. i notoriously scrutinize the backs of bottles and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/75559046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/75559046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75559046' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-75247146</id><published>2002-04-10T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T11:07:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dude, so 2 questions on my mind this morning (can't remember 1 of 'em) are:is it a requirement that all commercials on black radio stations be sung in some quasi hip hop/gospel/r&amp;b format? i was listening to a commercial for something stupid like muffins or sum'n (wait, it was for aunt jemima pancakes) and this girl is crooooning away about how she loves them (like she loves her man) with her '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/75247146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/75247146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75247146' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-11105850</id><published>2002-03-25T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-26T16:32:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i won't even bother to comment on my sporadic entry style. suffice it to say, i noticed it too:) so what's on my mind today?? hm...well, i'm diggin that new song by musiq 'half-crazy'. over the weekend i had one of those serendipitous convergences of time where a) the sun is shining, b) i'm driving and c) my jam comes on the radio precisely when i'd like it to. good stuff...so anyway, i, being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/11105850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/11105850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11105850' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-9620341</id><published>2002-02-11T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T17:13:26.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow, i've really not been here...anywho, i'm not on a tirade tip today:) the jam of the week is 'How you remind me' by Nickelback...good rock rules! i don't care if it's mainstream rock, i'm lovin it so much i bought the single...now that's aural dedication...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/9620341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/9620341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9620341' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-9270187</id><published>2002-02-01T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-01T09:53:25.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if  ONE MORE  blackplanet knucklehead spams me with some illicit webcam crap, i'm gonna go off! sending notes and crap to strangers listed in the 'currently online' corner is played and beyond irritating. this makes me wanna call somebody's mama...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/9270187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/9270187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9270187' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-9012755</id><published>2002-01-24T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T15:47:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was reading one of the plethora of bp pages detailing noir netiquette and came up with two additional rules that i thought i may as well post on my own page.  number one smacks of familiarity:)1) please inform bp males that giving out their phone number in 2 notes or less makes them look a) desperate and b) like stalkers. nothing cute about someone who tries to rush you off a note onto the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/9012755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/9012755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9012755' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-8902910</id><published>2002-01-21T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T12:32:21.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it me or does that guy in the gift center popup in notes KINDA look like jurlla vert (Gerald LeVert)???just askin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/8902910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/8902910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8902910' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-8602603</id><published>2002-01-11T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T12:27:00.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>still riding the train... *laughing* ok, ok...i can't help but laugh at how people write one another on bp asking to be 'my friend' and all with usernames that i can't possibly take seriously. btw that and all the 'requests' to call people's voicemail, i'm getting a good chuckle...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/8602603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/8602603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8602603' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-8514476</id><published>2002-01-08T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-08T12:56:18.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man, i went to bed last night at 7 pm to avoid being whooped by this almost cold that's been trying to push up on me. that's approximately 5 hours earlier than my usual bedtime. it took 12 hours of sleep, but i think i'll be awright come sunday:) not much going on really. still reading several books at once and finding ways to be occupied so as not to be bored. it seems to be working out rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/8514476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/8514476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8514476' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-8383973</id><published>2002-01-03T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T16:52:07.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dude!merry new year y'all! i know folks were just burnin for me to update this joint...but the blogging gods didn't allow for such whilst i was on holiday:)so...this is one of those random days where i just go broke riding my train of thought...so, i got to chill (lit'rally) in florida for the christmas holiday. it afforded me long overdue visits with family and friends. it was also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/8383973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/8383973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8383973' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-7933505</id><published>2001-12-14T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T15:45:01.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>christmas is here!all it takes to usher my reluctant behind into the christmas spirit is snow( &lt;=yeah right)...that's right, christmas music! i heard the neo-classic  let it snow as i was parking my car and i had to scream cuz dat's my jay-um! for christmastime:)... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7933505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7933505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7933505' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-7868666</id><published>2001-12-12T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T11:26:35.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>confessionsok, ok, i admit it...that take away joint by missy, ginuwine and tweet(?) is bangin...if only for the 80's-prince-roger trautman serious groove that gets me poppin...*sigh* dat's my jay-um!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7868666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7868666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7868666' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-7837917</id><published>2001-12-11T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T11:54:30.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wanna know sum'n funny? if that skirt thing (see yesterday's blog) would have happened today- totally different story...see, today, there were window washers right in front of my car that would've seen my whole story...praise the Lord for keeping me modest! lol:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7837917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7837917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7837917' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-7809330</id><published>2001-12-10T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T13:45:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finding my inner exhibitionist...so i'm rocking a lovely wool ensemble that God graced me with...one of those deals where you didn't purchase the pieces together but they match both inside and outside the house...[y'all know that light thing be tricky...the light of day can jerk you out your dream outfit daze into a harsh realization that 'black isn't black' everywhere...\tangent]...so, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7809330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7809330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7809330' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-7669244</id><published>2001-12-05T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-05T13:03:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things i wonder...i wake up to Christian talk radio as part of my daily routine. that may sound torturous to some, but i enjoy the sermons i hear and they really speak to my needs as a believer in Christ. that being said, i'm a little thrown by some of the ads in-between shows...today's was for a christian singles service being offered. that struck me kinda odd; maybe because their ad asked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7669244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7669244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7669244' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-7539421</id><published>2001-11-30T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T16:05:38.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> on a censorious noteum, what's the deal with all the married men on bp with the slutty poetry? just cuz bp gave you a 'dating line' you ain't gotta take it to the quiet storm like that...i'm getting push-button finger over here from having to scroll through what amounts to roughly 16 pages of mediocre erotica...and i'm skimming till i hit the clue phrases that cue a sister to skip...you know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7539421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7539421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7539421' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-7298314</id><published>2001-11-21T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T16:19:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in diary format:slices of pizza consumed since 9 am: 3; slices desired: 7 (number of completion...very small slices.); number of people in office: 5; number of people in office who wish to be elsewhere: 5; number of times checked voicemail: 8 or more; number of days till christmas: ?to begin nowhere in particular, i watched an unheard of movie last night called Nikita's Blues that starred Mari</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7298314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7298314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7298314' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-7241762</id><published>2001-11-19T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-19T12:57:18.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watched shrek and bridget jones' diary this weekend (also read the book)...a good time was had by all. loved the random sarcasm and disney jabs in shrek; and enjoyed watching bj's diary as my chick flick. all in all, a productive weekend spent relaxing with girlfriends, making new guy friends and good ol'fashioned vegetation...how's the song go? who could ask for anything more???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7241762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7241762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7241762' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-7171165</id><published>2001-11-16T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-16T10:08:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why does bp try to play mind games on me and tell me i got notes when i don't???...big ole mocking exclamation screaming 'read me'... lies... all lies i tell you...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7171165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7171165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7171165' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-7146011</id><published>2001-11-15T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-15T11:48:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so as cameo's 'single life' plays in the ol'school section of my mind, i'm inclined to reflect on last evening's 'date'...i think the weirdest thing about coming of age is that it happens several times in one's lifetime...but you only seem to hear about it in singular instances. i think that's what throws many people into panic attacks...fear that their rite of passage has found them coming up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7146011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7146011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7146011' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-7118831</id><published>2001-11-14T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T12:41:44.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the randomness must go on...so it's been a whirlwind of a week (that is if you count it as starting last wednesday...).  one of my best friends got married. Married. wowie. it's like i'm entering that whole phase of life where everyone's getting married. it's not new to living, just new to me as she's the first close girlfriend to take this step. i got to be in the wedding and everything, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7118831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/7118831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7118831' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-6947485</id><published>2001-11-07T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-07T16:12:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today is one of those days where i'm totally enjoying the music and weather combination i am able to experience in my car. one of those times where what's popular on black radio programming is a-ok with me. i am really digging...no, loving angie stone's black man's anthem 'black brotha'...that groove is right in the pocket and makes me wanna pop my hip while grooving to it...just too fonky. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/6947485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/6947485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6947485' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-6915119</id><published>2001-11-06T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-06T12:57:24.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man, all my best blog thoughts still happen in the car...i guess that's my pressure-free environment. all kinds of nothingness going on in my head this week. one of my bestest friends is getting married and i'm gearing up for that...meanwhile, back at the ranch i'm still trying to find myself...funny, that was like the quintessential existential phrase of every 80's flick i came across as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/6915119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/6915119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6915119' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-6580256</id><published>2001-10-24T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T10:21:21.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my hope is built on nothing less/than Jesus' blood and righteousness...yeah...ideally. but then there are those moments where the Lord illumines those other scaffoldings; evidence that i have indeed been building elsewhere. secretly depositing my hope and trust in my own misshapen structure of 'self-confidence'...'look pa! see what i've been doing while i was away from you?' i exclaim in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/6580256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/6580256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6580256' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-6509555</id><published>2001-10-21T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-21T18:44:03.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thought of more...something that really burns my butt rubs me the wrong way is how no same sex friendships are socially allowed to exist outside of sexuality. that is to say, i can't say 'my girlfriend' without immediately prompting a raised eyebrow questioning my 'orientation' as it were. this ticks me off because people are effectively eradicating the notion of a wholly holy friendship in an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/6509555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/6509555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6509555' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-6507779</id><published>2001-10-21T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-21T17:13:27.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*angst* i've been trying to blog for a grip now...never quite finding the time or a complete thought to share...oh well, i'll settle for thought fragments today.why's words...why do i use elipses so much...why am i cuckoo for asian food? for any exotic food? malaysian, mediterranean, vietnamese, thai, lebanese, indian; i love it all!...why am i so prone to overdressing for any given occasion</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/6507779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/6507779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6507779' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-5977726</id><published>2001-09-28T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-28T13:21:44.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him. Hebrews 11:6a journal entryThere is something special about a faith journey...perhaps it is the vulnerability and surrender that is required to succeed in this leap. to deny God faith is to be as a stone in midair- its plummeting is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/5977726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/5977726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5977726' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-5827407</id><published>2001-09-21T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-21T13:00:29.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9.19.01To serve the Lord...a journal entryMy indebtedness to the Lord isn`t proven in promises of service or agreeing to obey with the condition of my approval of the task. it is in submitting and surrendering at the point of command. Our submission isn`t complete until we`ve obeyed. Our loyalty is revealed when we`re called and obey a command with no prior notice.So what if we just don`</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/5827407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/5827407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5827407' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-5807702</id><published>2001-09-20T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-20T14:55:39.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>musings:yesterday evening found me at the movie theater to check out the high-definition anime of Final Fantasy: the spirits within. i`m not daft enough to attempt explanation of the plot`s intricacies, but suffice it to say, it`s premise sent my mind into overdrive.in a general nutshell, it was another planetary holocaust theme where within 60 years from the present the earth is devastated by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/5807702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/5807702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5807702' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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-3149671.post-5807542</id><published>2001-09-20T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-20T14:48:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9.10.01:the painfully wonderful thing about being a Christian is trust. having someOne to bring my broken heart to and being able to trust that even if i never know why it happened, i no longer have to defend myself against heartache. i no longer have to attempt to heal myself by burying my feelings in the sand of denial, hoping to God they turn to stone just so the pain will end. in that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/5807542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3149671/posts/default/5807542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonflyy.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5807542' title=''/><author><name>rhea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485148664306340499</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>
