<?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-6764082</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:34:06.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a new name</title><subtitle type='html'>My junk, that is stored in my head</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-111304717303021590</id><published>2005-04-09T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T04:46:13.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Fucked up my blog ,I think I shall start a new one and I shall name this one the fucked up blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-111304717303021590?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/111304717303021590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/111304717303021590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111304717303021590' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-111304357806963175</id><published>2005-04-09T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T03:46:18.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you Lord of the Blogs, I received my password .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-111304357806963175?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/111304357806963175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/111304357806963175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111304357806963175' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108419475404757338</id><published>2004-05-10T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T06:12:34.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHHHHHo changed the thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack said its called an interface. So WHO CHANGED THE INTERFACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL the lady on 'Inside edition" just said Courtney Cock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electricity company made us play Amish peoples on Friday. Which I didn't think was very nice on account of the fact that when I got back from shopping with Jade as we approached the front door it became apparent we where being force into a powerless Amish world until I gave them money not to play anymore ...Which after realising that we couldn't even make cup noodles in a real Amish world ..was taken care of quite swiftly and 4 hours later the game was over ...But not before I joined all the extention cords together and ran them out the kitchen window to the house electricty supply and then plugged it into the largest powerboard we had&lt;br /&gt;That gave us the ablity to play the sims and watch tv at the same time, but we could not make cup noodles unless we gave up the TV or the Sims ...the Sims won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we weren't really cut out to be Amish as we cheated and the electrify man looked disappointed when he turned the power back on &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108419475404757338?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108419475404757338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108419475404757338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108419475404757338' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108392804224563003</id><published>2004-05-07T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T04:23:44.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sway me more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh that reminds me do you remember the taste of Perkins Paste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.remo.com.au/image/designs/200P/1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a site on &lt;a href="http://www.cyberus.ca/~toe-jam/glue/glue.htm"&gt;glue eaters &lt;/a&gt;too but it look like it hasn't been updated for awhile, May they all died from consitpation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhh and Black and white TV saturday evenings ( i Think it was Saturdays) &lt;br /&gt;watching the &lt;a href="http://www.museum.tv/archives/etv/B/htmlB/blackandwhim/blackandwhim.htm"&gt;black and white minstrel show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108392804224563003?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108392804224563003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108392804224563003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108392804224563003' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108392709657718488</id><published>2004-05-07T03:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T04:25:20.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit shit bloody hell . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where on this god dam lolly candy wrapper does it say SOUR EXTREMELY EYE WATERING SPIT IT ON THE FLOOR SOUR...it just says a nice plain "wicked fizz..fizz orange chews" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a cruel thing to do to someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108392709657718488?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108392709657718488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108392709657718488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108392709657718488' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108355369511596179</id><published>2004-05-02T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T20:12:37.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jade won't go for a walk with me . She says "You just don't go for walks in the middle of the day" ..&lt;br /&gt;Why? I ask!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108355369511596179?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108355369511596179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108355369511596179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108355369511596179' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108355317348884146</id><published>2004-05-02T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T20:03:54.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does Jade change the channel every two minutes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very bloody annoying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's why she has taken a year off Uni ..just so she can change the channel all the time and drive me nut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108355317348884146?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108355317348884146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108355317348884146'/><link 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align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/VOO.jpg" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/tikia.gif" width="506" height="83"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/VOO1.jpg" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/tikia.gif" width="506" height="83"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108270879103855700?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108270879103855700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108270879103855700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108270879103855700' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108253181706306648</id><published>2004-04-21T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T00:21:02.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where are all the free Voodoo spells Gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need one for Broken Bones Betty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/BETTY.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108253181706306648?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108253181706306648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108253181706306648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108253181706306648' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108249621950430211</id><published>2004-04-20T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T14:38:03.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000" size="5" face="Showcard Gothic"&gt;AGHHHHHHHHH There's a&lt;br /&gt;Head &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/GOLLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Not really a head yet , more like a circle with wooly hair and paper eyes and a paper mouth, and a piece of fabric wrapped around her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the eyes are cut from the Agenda of an ebay meeting . and the mouth is a 4 and 20 pie bag that i used to carry lavender home in when I was raiding the neighbour hoods lavender plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108249621950430211?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108249621950430211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108249621950430211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108249621950430211' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108243415803848221</id><published>2004-04-19T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T21:16:39.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhhh Look at this . Aren't they amazing ? I wonder what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Berries ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/PURP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and look what happened when I was taking the Pic ...A worm popped out to say hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/PURPLw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these on my adventure this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to play Armish. Like the people across the road. I walked to randwick to get food for dinner, I soon learn that it ok to be Armish in one direction only as on the way home it sucks. And your fingers nearly drop off from the lack of blood due to the weight of the spooty dolphin killing plastic bags. I think that's why Real Armish people have horses and carts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the was home after I found the purple berries?? I Pasted a really pungent frangipani tree opposite the Skippy headquarters house...Well that what I call it because it  soo like the Ranger headquarters all squat and square and angular with a faux rock wall finish and they even have a rockery in the Garden...I bet their kids are even name sonny , Clancy, mark and Jeff??...kkkkssssshhhh OVER...I bet they say that all the time too ...OVER ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way the tree smelt soooo strong that Imagined Nigella eating it and speaking like she had a mouth full of saliva just dying to fall out ..Like she always does ....I think her tongue is too big for her mouth or she is soo in love with her food that she almost has a orgasm eating it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how much the tree smelt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108243415803848221?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108243415803848221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108243415803848221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108243415803848221' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108238109865390286</id><published>2004-04-19T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T06:29:01.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When the Moon hits your eye Like a big pizza pie that's amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like saying that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CW is like a big school yard fight at the moment ...LOL They seems to be a few gangs ,,,,A bit like Happy days when Pinky Tuscadero and friends took over Arnold's and Fonzie went it that Car race derby thing to save her Honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh on Saturday I was catching the Bus I forget where I was going but it must have been somewhere,,,,,,,,,ahhhhhhhh that's right REDERN I was going to Redfern...&lt;br /&gt;The Lady and her son (about 18 he was) were having a chat because he was going camping that night to a hunted cave that mushrooms grew in and the ghost of a girl and boy lived there and you can see them in this cave that is in the middle of no where.......so he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his mum said I want you to ring them and say you have cold and you Can't go because ghosts are not good and I don't want you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy then said the kids were run over by trains and its all cold there and you can see them walking around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum said "I don't think its a good Idea because when your father and I went to NZ we went to the place and when I went downstairs I heard all these voices screaming and I was terrified these voices screaming in my head..And your father just told me I was nuts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELLLLL HELLLLOOOO DUH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way when I got off the bus I had to walk to spooty Redfern Oval and I have my safe places on the way ...just incase Native Rioters are going to through bits of pavement at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First safe house is the Marae....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then if that fails &lt;br /&gt;there is the flower shop but they have bars on the doors so I don't think that will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's a church that looks like its for ever locked against the forces of the evil pavement chuckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a monastery ...I saw that and there were real live people walking around inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this time when I went to cross the road and go into the spooty park there was a lovely Native Australian Man with long hair down is back wearing Jeans an High heels ...He sorta trotted not walked and gave me a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then this really *special* lady came along and she yelled at me from across the road and gave me the finger and them two fingers ...And them I wished the high heeled man would come back ,,,but he didn't and I had to cross the road and avoid eye contact with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhh I hate Redfern..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108238109865390286?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108238109865390286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108238109865390286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238109865390286' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108236317223684910</id><published>2004-04-19T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T01:30:15.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be Jeanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go the corner shop and I don't want to walk there ,,,I want to Blink and have it all done . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fold my arms and Blink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108236317223684910?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108236317223684910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108236317223684910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108236317223684910' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108200141579891070</id><published>2004-04-14T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T21:00:52.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh give me strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a buyer send payment on the wednesday before easter so her money didn't show till thursday night.I quoted her $20 postage and told her if it was less I would refund the difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Of easter I really couldn't post it until Tuesday at the earliest ...well I could have gone to Eastgardens and posted it on Saturday ,,,But I DIDN"T WANT TO CARRY A 7KG CHANDELIER on the bus to Eastgardens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went to the Easter show &lt;br /&gt;I could have posted it Yesterday but the bloody box that I thought was the perfect size Wasn't so I went and got another box yesterday instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the lady emails me ....Where Is my Chandelier I paid you a week ago ...well HHHHHellooo did we forget easter you stupid bitch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lied Knowing that I would have it at the post office at 9 am this morning, and told her I posted it very late Yeasterday after noon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and posted it this morning  , Coogee post office is the best place to post from as they don't post properly .....ever...! they even tell you that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it cost for 6.9 kg parcel resitration , and $300 worth of insurance at grand total of $10.25 ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some shopping came home and thought I better email that spooty woman at tell her I owe her $9.75...&lt;br /&gt;well this was in my inbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Loveliest woman in the world,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just received the chandelier this morning. Shan't be able to open it as I have to get to work.  Although I noticed postage was only $8.15 and added with registrationthat would make it a little over $10.00.  Certainly I would add a few dollars for packing and handling but I paid $20.00 which is quite a difference.  I do recall you saying you would refund me if it were necessary.  I knew that $20 was excessive for postage within NSW.  This is becoming a real problem with ebay sellers and their exaggerated postage costs.  Can we do something about this?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;BITCHFACE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(names have been change to protect identities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW Can she have it ...I pnly just posted it ....but because I lied I can't say that now can I......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108200141579891070?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108200141579891070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108200141579891070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108200141579891070' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108192966008445763</id><published>2004-04-14T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T01:04:56.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh Look Screech is vice Principle on Saved by the bell the New Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/SCR.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108192966008445763?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108192966008445763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108192966008445763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108192966008445763' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108189779556461523</id><published>2004-04-13T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T16:22:59.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I did go to blog this last night and the spooty computer Froze and I got the shits and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Easter grrrrrr show yesterday. ohhh the joy&lt;br /&gt;We had a rather lovely bus trip to central. Jade and Ben sat together and of course a strange nutty man sat next to me. I thought perhaps he had Taurettes but jade insists that he was a psychopath and the authorities should be alerted. I sat while controlling my laughter and intently stared out the window , while idiot Jade sent sms's "Your boyfriend it loud"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A poltergeist has taken over NSW and is suffocating it at lunch" he yelled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by intermittent bursts of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohhh Put your sari back on while you suffocate" in a condescending tone.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A poltergeist has Taken over NSW , It's not an Evil one, Just one that is suffocating"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if that wasn't bad enough when we got off Jade decided that Ben looked too aboriginal and he should stay out side the train station where he "belonged" But Ben thinking that Jade was far too obsessed with the plight of aboriginals decided to announce to all that Jade should stay outside the train station because that's where her true future Husband could be found. All this took part in Charmers st ....YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well we made it there in one piece and I have now worked out the world has been taken over by Habib and the fully sick boys , buy the thousands and 16 year old girl prostitutes that can't afford skirts that cover their bums or tops that cover their bellies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lovely goat , well I actually thought it was a sheep for about 20 minutes till I saw the sign ...Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/GOAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pig that said hello . I didn't realize that the cam was on macro so the first few picks I took were out of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/PIG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHH no way I think daisysmum  makes goat coats too....Note the little applicaiqued Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/GOAT3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Pic I took Just for Jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/PONY.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Jill could make a cake like this for Jack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/FUNG.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now heres some strange and unusual items I saw in the arts and crafts exhibit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/WARDOL.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/GDOLL.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/FAIRY.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/DRESS.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/GOLLY.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/CUPIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a boy try and ride a fossil of a Centur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/CENT.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and A giant cat on a roof and a green cat cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/CAT.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/GCAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how many ebayers are in here&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/KRISPY.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one cracked me up...The dog arena and the dog judging. The stadium was full of people watching this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People walking invisible dogs and giving encouragement and hand signals to dogs the I could not see. I really wished I had a video camera with me. Jade pointed out that I was mistaken , that there was no such thing as invisible dogs and the people were just rehearsing the completion and getting to know the course. I think she's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/INVISDOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108189779556461523?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108189779556461523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108189779556461523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108189779556461523' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108176493974121067</id><published>2004-04-12T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T03:19:33.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I ever mention I hate BATS . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I go to the shop after dark and they are there , and there's nothing I can do about it. They screech and fly all around me and the bloody well drop things on my head .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year one decided that it would be a good idea to make a home in the tree  right outside my bedroom window and wait til around 12.15 am and the screech ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw a peg at it a few times  and all it did was look at me (and they do look cute) and fly a loop of the tree and land back on the same branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up moving to the lounge to sleep for about two weeks until the stupid bat realised that no other bats wanted to hang out in that particular tree and he was going to be a very lonely bat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got my bed room back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108176493974121067?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108176493974121067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108176493974121067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108176493974121067' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108175992443596352</id><published>2004-04-12T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T01:55:57.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow this is way better than Diaryland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108175992443596352?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108175992443596352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108175992443596352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175992443596352' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-108175980228507723</id><published>2004-04-12T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T01:53:55.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhhhhhhh I forgot to add the Spunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.igreen.net/~lmharper/bowyfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-108175980228507723?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108175980228507723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/108175980228507723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175980228507723' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764082.post-10817594809530897</id><published>2004-04-12T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T01:48:33.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2004-04-12 - 5:24 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a boring boring boring day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i did make my sims a rather nice shag house , but they hate it, And the stupid man and lady Iwana Shag and Anita Shag don't even like each other. Because of this I had to put two beds in the bed room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have been feeling really "unsettled" (as Leanne would say)Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as In unsettled and needing the company of a male...Which is actually quite grose when you think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I bet Jill is soooooo glad she told my to do my diary. NOT ....HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to cook spooty rissoles for dinner now and I think I will eat fish so as to get rid of my large butt huge bouncy bossoms that I can actually swipe a credit card though at the moment because they are so fat a jiggley (are you wishing you didn't say anything yet Jill??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh HHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you vomitting yet Jill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004-04-08 - 7:32 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spooty Jill thinks I am a useless Diarist and I am ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides i think that she is cuntrypinkroses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just really hate people that have been standing at the bus stop for about 20 mins waiting for the bus and when the bus finally comes , they still haven't got there purse out ready to pay the bus driver, and they stand there and look for their bloody purse that is wayyyyy in the bottom of their Bag,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the people that get on and ask the driver if the bus goes past the house on the corner of whatsis st with the little red roof....like whats the story with that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Why did every one go to Eastgardens to do their shopping today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004-04-06 - 8:37 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dept housing client service meeting , which really means they want to come in a sticky beak at your place to see if you have rice patties growing in the lounge room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Intermission &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My salsa my salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance and take off their underpants , my salsa my salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the housing thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jade asks if when they come if we can ask them if we can transfer to a private house somewhere , we will rob all the oldies if that will get them to transferr us quicker... then she asks if we can tell them about all the drug dealers living in the block...and point them all out individually. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way the lady came all after cleaning all morniing all she did was play with the cat and the leave.....?? go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the stupid CW is so fucked up ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh the smoke alarm at the top of the stairs won,t stop beeping , Why is there no spell check here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate 99% of the people on CW and I want to punch KATS FATS in the head...stupid mole..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004-04-05 - 6:13 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok It starts here. I bloody well hate Kat and her annoying posts . I have sand , and a big wad of it today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764082-10817594809530897?l=lisa-marie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/10817594809530897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764082/posts/default/10817594809530897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-marie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10817594809530897' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla sometimes without an S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04341243301260864372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://members.dodo.com.au/~lisa_harper/vege-308.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
