<?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-3337222</id><updated>2011-04-30T14:23:17.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>that.damn.blog of blah</title><subtitle type='html'>Punk and techno babble...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-109150274849545690</id><published>2004-08-02T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T23:12:28.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need you so much closer...-the everything i have to do for you, you know, all of it...it's the only way to describe the way i feelloveadmirationcompanionshiptogethernessinsert synonym herethe words or gestures could never be enough.-so i do it all for you.and when i fuck upwhen i make things so that you don't want me to express that feelingi die inside.i die.and it's so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/109150274849545690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=109150274849545690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/109150274849545690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/109150274849545690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-need-you-so-much-closer.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-108509892685489474</id><published>2004-05-20T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T20:22:06.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes. Really.-i'm blogging? no, i'm not. you're not reading this right now. but you are reading that comic... and the rest that MIH has to offer. if not, you should. be cynical like me. it isn't fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/108509892685489474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=108509892685489474' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/108509892685489474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/108509892685489474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/05/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-108220397170932235</id><published>2004-04-17T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T11:20:45.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-"'Holloway, you don't get it.''then help me please, i need to know.''this may be hard for you to understand, but there is no conspiracy. nobody is in charge. it's a headless blunder operating under the illusion of a master plan. can you grasp that? big brother is not watching you.''what kind of fucking explanation is that?''it's the best you're going to get. i looked and the only conclusion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/108220397170932235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=108220397170932235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/108220397170932235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/108220397170932235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/04/holloway-you-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-108138892273060858</id><published>2004-04-07T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T13:03:25.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zero Democracy - Filth Tributeinspiration-hi there. i was bored today. i messed with photoshop and botched somebody's perfectly decent art to serve my own desire for a new desktop... &lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/108138892273060858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=108138892273060858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/108138892273060858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/108138892273060858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/04/zero-democracy-filth-tribute.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-108092537704596801</id><published>2004-04-02T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T12:09:34.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Aaron Farber, how I love your cynicism and satrical wit. Always spot on... Cheerio.-"i can't hide from what is trueand every time i try to make amendsi never comprehendall i need is you."(i so stole that from psy, but he didn't write it either so... thanks my friend)&lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/108092537704596801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=108092537704596801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/108092537704596801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/108092537704596801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/04/oh-aaron-farber-how-i-love-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-108009302549059665</id><published>2004-03-23T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T20:52:55.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-"I had a deal with Heaven but it fell throughI had a dream or seven and I'm not sure which one came trueI'm the one that never runs, I'm the one that never staysI'm the one that disappears, I'm the one that never fadesI am clear and solid truth, I am just one big betrayTomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow.I dream of days that go slow, I dream of someone that won't goForget what's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/108009302549059665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=108009302549059665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/108009302549059665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/108009302549059665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-had-deal-with-heaven-but-it-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107897102427209235</id><published>2004-03-10T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:12:40.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just don't shake me, for fear I might awake...®-it all happened so fast. and with such intensity. and with such longing and desire... i don't know how to describe...what do you do when the culmination of almost 4 years of companionship emerges to fulfill your every wish?i suppose you be insanely happy, because i know i am.-i don't know... it's the same in ways, but not in many ways. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107897102427209235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107897102427209235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107897102427209235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107897102427209235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/03/just-dont-shake-me-for-fear-i-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107790578553733755</id><published>2004-02-27T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T13:18:29.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chibi Alicia. Totemo Kawaii! ^_^ ¬_¬;-i dunno, home on break. not really doing anything... miss you &lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107790578553733755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107790578553733755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107790578553733755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107790578553733755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/02/chibi-alicia.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107785231402857156</id><published>2004-02-26T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T22:32:51.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-if christianity were right in its tenets of a vengeful god, general sinfulness, predestination, and the danger of an eternal damnation, it would be a sign of stupidity and lack of character not to become a priest, apostle, or hermit, and with fear and trembling, work exclusively on one's own salvation. it would be nonsensical to lose sight of one's eternal advantage for temporary comfort. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107785231402857156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107785231402857156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107785231402857156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107785231402857156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/02/if-christianity-were-right-in-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107758549847417864</id><published>2004-02-23T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:20:18.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-"the kitchen is coldbut the coffee is warmand the suns coming up the day has just begunand your already bored.bored of cheering me upbored of calming me downbored of drying my eyesbut there once was a time when you were the one.you were the blue of the skyyou came after the stormyou were the switch on the wallin the dark of the hallim still fumbling forcuz im lost in the blacki </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107758549847417864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107758549847417864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107758549847417864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107758549847417864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/02/kitchen-is-cold-but-coffee-is-warm-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107723750359075698</id><published>2004-02-19T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T19:40:19.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-what else can i say, to make things better? what else can i do?just tell me.i'll do anything.i'm trying to do what i have to now.know that i love you.know that i will do it for you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107723750359075698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107723750359075698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107723750359075698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107723750359075698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-else-can-i-say-to-make-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107723741527302258</id><published>2004-02-19T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T19:38:51.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-"mr. yuri?""hey kyu, what are you doing up? evening launch?""um, that compass...""..., um... uh-huh... it's hard to believe i was young once. or maybe, it's hard to believe that i'm already that old!""what?""when i was twenty, i went traveling around the world trying to find... i was young, confused, didn't know what to do with myself. my mind was just swimming. i couldn't figure out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107723741527302258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107723741527302258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107723741527302258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107723741527302258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/02/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107700317093044425</id><published>2004-02-17T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T02:34:44.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-so you killed meso i can die happy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107700317093044425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107700317093044425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107700317093044425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107700317093044425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-you-killed-me-so-i-can-die-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107612395836943159</id><published>2004-02-06T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T22:21:01.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*ahem*boo.the fortune 500 wants to take over the world.primetime media will turn capatilism into communism.i still miss you.&lt;3.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107612395836943159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107612395836943159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107612395836943159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107612395836943159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/02/ahem-boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107578444210862924</id><published>2004-02-03T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T00:04:28.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>teh winnar '04</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107578444210862924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107578444210862924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107578444210862924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107578444210862924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/02/teh-winnar-04.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107543293651257922</id><published>2004-01-29T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T22:23:51.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the things i never say to you-god what the fuck is going on. i don't even know. i just miss you so fucking much and i don't know what to do. so instead of knowing what to do, i involuntarily think about you. about us. about me regarding you. about you regarding me. i think of circumstance and hidden meanings and true meanings and what it all really means and i come out more overwhelmed with the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107543293651257922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107543293651257922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107543293651257922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107543293651257922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/01/things-i-never-say-to-you-god-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107471060618692705</id><published>2004-01-21T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:44:52.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-blog? nah just that lyrics thing he doesI've been here before a few timesAnd I'm quite aware we're dyingAnd your hands they shake with goodbyesAnd I'll take you back if you'd have me So here I am I'm tryingSo here I am are you readyCome on let me hold you touch you feel youAlwaysKiss you taste you all night AlwaysAnd I'll miss your laugh your smileI'll admit I'm wrong if you'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107471060618692705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107471060618692705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107471060618692705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107471060618692705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-nah-just-that-lyrics-thing-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107401735756498547</id><published>2004-01-13T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T13:10:36.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-oh gotta see gotta know right nowwhat's that riding on your everything?it isn't anything at alloh gotta see gotta know right nowwhat's that writing on your shelf in the bathrooms andthe bad motelsno one really cared for it at allnot the gravity planearly early in the morning it pulls all on down my sore feeti wanna go back to sleep.in the motions and the things that you sayit all will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107401735756498547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107401735756498547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107401735756498547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107401735756498547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/01/oh-gotta-see-gotta-know-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-107345820680294445</id><published>2004-01-07T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T01:51:19.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and now, our regularly scheduled bullshit-what was your favorite 'holiday' present? (because you're not allowed to be specific [fuck a specific]). i think we all know what mine was. in a way. not really a present. just a current state of affairs perhaps. the indiana jones trilogy isn't that bad...-so rather than coming home and dealing with my parents about regular bullshit, but also missing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/107345820680294445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=107345820680294445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107345820680294445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/107345820680294445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2004/01/and-now-our-regularly-scheduled.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-106689418401006127</id><published>2003-10-23T03:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T03:29:43.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sin cells sold attractive tinsel soft injections bright feels like a miracle feels like the sound youre talking right feel like the sound youre making loosens the ties on the comfort files feels like a miracle feels like a cant sell sign suit sells the line no matter the clothes you wear suit sells the line to comfort the scars you bare since your design ive answered my only chance suit sells the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/106689418401006127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=106689418401006127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106689418401006127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106689418401006127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/10/sin-cells-sold-attractive-tinsel-soft.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-106671252799822409</id><published>2003-10-21T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T01:02:08.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>trulysorryi seeclearlycalmlycrashingi pacefaster than anyonehingesrustingthey swinglouder than anythingtrulylonelythis place is flatter than it seemsi'm upset and and i leave the door open wideout hearts are used up, cracked and drypulled the scabs off of regretswe haven't learned to read our conscience yettrulysorryi seeclearlyhardlyhopingi spend it all on game </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/106671252799822409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=106671252799822409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106671252799822409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106671252799822409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/10/truly-sorry-i-see-clearly-calmly.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-106636758613410922</id><published>2003-10-17T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T01:13:06.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-so this popcorn is not going well, the added quarter stick of butter didn't reach optimum meltij so it's kinda greasy, in the thick partially melted butter way....mmmmmmmmmm-i think i'll dwell in the 'other' section of my playlist tonight, most of it was recommended by you. yo la tengo - our way to fall makes me smile.i'll probably get down to rilo kiley latermaybe some connor...because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/106636758613410922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=106636758613410922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106636758613410922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106636758613410922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-this-popcorn-is-not-going-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-106507447004861233</id><published>2003-10-02T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T02:02:23.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-omgwtfbslag-what to say, everything i've already said to you. yeah you, the only person i talk to. so much more i couldn't say though. couldn't even begin to fathom how.-there's a lot i wish i could talk about but can't go into great detail due to preying eyes. and yes, i'm sure it happens more than i think. nosy ass.-i want my old life back. this new one is ok i suppose, it happens. but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/106507447004861233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=106507447004861233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106507447004861233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106507447004861233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/10/omgwtfbslag-what-to-say-everything-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-106468245933146556</id><published>2003-09-27T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T13:09:28.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-i've been gone for a bit. i'm sorry. i miss you.How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a traceWhen I stand here taking every breath with youYou're the only one who really knew me at allHow can you just walk away from mewhen all I can do is watch you leaveCause we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tearsYou're the only one who really knew me at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/106468245933146556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=106468245933146556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106468245933146556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106468245933146556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/09/ive-been-gone-for-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-106374713554031163</id><published>2003-09-16T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T17:18:55.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-and as you close your eyes for the big sleepi hope you think of meand if you go, i'll be goneand you'll be left alone to live your life, as you pleasebut someday you'll agree that i was always meant for youand you were always meant for me and you will seeyou're impossible</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/106374713554031163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=106374713554031163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106374713554031163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106374713554031163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/09/and-as-you-close-your-eyes-for-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-106368480410262478</id><published>2003-09-16T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T00:07:59.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-of course i remember...-remember the first time i ever heard something corporate in your car? i fell in love with konstantine immediately...that was fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/106368480410262478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=106368480410262478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106368480410262478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106368480410262478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/09/of-course-i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-106324935526921345</id><published>2003-09-10T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T23:04:29.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-so i didn't kill myself, contrary to what the parents think my next course of action is... instead i just got drunk... (as they certainly found out) more often than the usual, due to my lack of caring. if she isn't in my life, it isn't worth much at all. all i had was inebriated escape, it didn't really work though, i'd end up listening to dashboard and crying my fucking eyes out. yeah, i'm a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/106324935526921345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=106324935526921345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106324935526921345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106324935526921345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/09/so-i-didnt-kill-myself-contrary-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-10626066658590255</id><published>2003-09-03T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T12:31:05.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-a little after noon and i'm already drunk. this is all i have to look forward to. a sweet futile escape from the life i've grown to loathe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/10626066658590255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=10626066658590255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10626066658590255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10626066658590255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/09/little-after-noon-and-im-already-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-106257244204374549</id><published>2003-09-03T03:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T03:05:27.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-the hardest part is early in the morning; when all there is to do is sit and listen to music that reminds me of you and stalk your screen name. maybe look at some pictures to further along my decay. choke back a tear. breathe deeply in your one soft memento. lay in bed. regret everything i am.i fucking hate myself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/106257244204374549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=106257244204374549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106257244204374549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106257244204374549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/09/hardest-part-is-early-in-morning-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-106197491648271356</id><published>2003-08-27T05:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T05:01:56.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-at the beach tonightwalking along the fresh wet sandseeing you by my sidethe ramada creeping closertime taken for grantednow regrettably lostbut never forgottenyou're always with mei'm forever,you know how it goes,chasing the ghost of a good thing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/106197491648271356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>-you know the last verse of hands down?it's like that, but on opposite day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/106036503473162941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=106036503473162941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106036503473162941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/106036503473162941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/08/you-know-last-verse-of-hands-down-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-105972112943268241</id><published>2003-08-01T02:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T11:58:25.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-pacific sunyou should have warned usthese heights are dizzyingand the climb can kill youlong before the fallmy trails go unmarkedand unmappedand coveredjust as soon as they are crossedwe arewe areintriguingwe arewe aredesirableoh how we shoutedhow we screamed"take noticetake interesttake me with you"but all our fears fallon deaf ears tonightthey're burning the roadsthey </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/105972112943268241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=105972112943268241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105972112943268241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105972112943268241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/08/pacific-sun-you-should-have-warned-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-105941542446808292</id><published>2003-07-28T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T14:03:44.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-art-more art-boredom and photoshop, what a beautiful relationship...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/105941542446808292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=105941542446808292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105941542446808292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105941542446808292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/07/art-more-art-boredom-and-photoshop.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-105905827600726464</id><published>2003-07-24T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T10:55:45.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-carry this picture for luck kept in a locket tucked in your coller close to your chest make it a secret shown to the closest friends and meet me at quarter to 7 the sun will still shine then at this time of year we'll head to the inlet and we'll share a bottle there and color the coast with your smile it's the most genuine thing that i've ever seen i was so lost but now i believe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/105905827600726464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=105905827600726464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105905827600726464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105905827600726464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/07/carry-this-picture-for-luck-kept-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-105905807116772649</id><published>2003-07-24T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T10:55:58.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-i guess it's luck, but it's the same hard luck, you've been trying to tame maybe it's love, but it's like you said, "love is like a role that we play." but, i believe in you so much i could die for the words that you say but, I believe in you so much i could die from the words that you say but, you're chasin' the ghost of a good thing haunting yourself as the real thing it's getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/105905807116772649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=105905807116772649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105905807116772649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105905807116772649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-guess-its-luck-but-its-same-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-105816356229107895</id><published>2003-07-14T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T02:19:22.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-as you drive away, i wonder what you're thinking inside, the thoughts that you never reveal to me. i watch your car grow smaller and i think how nice it would be to share a bowl with you and have another late night conversation, comfortable in the dark of my room. as i shake the image of me and you yawning away the early morning hours, i realize that i previously ruined any chance of that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/105816356229107895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=105816356229107895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105816356229107895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105816356229107895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/07/as-you-drive-away-i-wonder-what-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-105777421317239966</id><published>2003-07-09T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T14:17:24.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>get me free from the ups and downs (title format ® Alicia Merritt)-you want the latest? well. i hang out with alicia. i work. i sleep. i hang out with jack every now and then. i see katy sporadically. i see jason and corey even less. in that order. it's not exactly how i want it, but it's all i have.-i suppose my routine has plusses and minuses, i'm hardly ever at home, definite plus. i get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/105777421317239966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=105777421317239966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105777421317239966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105777421317239966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/07/get-me-free-from-ups-and-downs-title.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-105753519128018837</id><published>2003-07-06T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T04:14:30.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my name is bryan. your moms name is bryan.(editors note: do i have to change my password or some shit? if you're going to blog for me, 1... let me know. 2. make it funny. 3. your mom.)editors response: stop being a girl and maybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/105753519128018837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=105753519128018837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105753519128018837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105753519128018837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/07/my-name-is-bryan.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-105700931138144408</id><published>2003-06-30T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T17:42:37.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-the science of selling yourself shorti’ve come to my senses that i’ve become senselessi could give you lessons how to ruin your friendshipsevery last conviction i smoked them all awayi’ve drank my frustrations, down the drain, out of the wayso i sit and wait and wonderdoes anyone else feel like mesomeone so tired of their routinesand disappearing self esteemsi’ll sing along with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/105700931138144408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=105700931138144408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105700931138144408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105700931138144408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/06/science-of-selling-yourself-short-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-105635162933114638</id><published>2003-06-23T03:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T03:02:33.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-i sit inside myself,melancholy overwhelms.perhaps i cant live with you,upset and angry.or maybe i just needto stop listeningto all this emo,lyrics of love lostand misunderstandingseems to be speaking to me.sometimes my escapemanipulates music so i canfeel the pain of othersdeeper than my own,melodic angstcan never erase it all.inebriated i rot,alone in the dark,thinking of you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/105635162933114638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=105635162933114638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105635162933114638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/105635162933114638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-sit-inside-myself-melancholy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-95190681</id><published>2003-06-02T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T11:37:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-if all robert frost learned from life is "it goes on", then why do you try to hang on to me?-i'm far from perfect and i'm the one who always screws things up.-if you miss me that much, talk to me sometime-explosions in the sky is my new favorite band.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/95190681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=95190681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/95190681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/95190681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/06/if-all-robert-frost-learned-from-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-95024385</id><published>2003-05-29T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T11:46:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This paint has been tasting of leadThis room where I sit, and these songs I am listening to, they are spinning, spinning, spinning, like those old school records.So spin spin spin spin with me.Itch in circles circles circlesand right about nowwe're so fucked upfucked fucked fucked fuckedNo serioulsy, its all going in circles, and lines allow for change but cirlces are never ending. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/95024385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=95024385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/95024385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/95024385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/05/this-paint-has-been-tasting-of-lead.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-94979505</id><published>2003-05-28T03:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T03:52:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-I'd rather be swirling random particles bumping into each other rather than confined by a set of defining, yet necessary boundries.If you've seen Waking Life, you'd understand that.-So yet another blog vacation, it seems I only do it now when I'm forcefully reminded... Another month, and my life has changed. Instead of staying home on the weekdays, going to work and dreading time spent at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/94979505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=94979505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/94979505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/94979505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/05/id-rather-be-swirling-random-particles.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-92921174</id><published>2003-04-20T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T01:50:18.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-in rebuttal to aliciaSo long sweet summer I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your raysSo long sweet summerI fell into you  Now you’re gracefully falling awayHey thanks Thanks for that summerIt’s cold where you’re goingI hope that your heart’s always warmI gave you the bestI gave you the best that I hadYou passed on the letters and passed on the best that I hadSo long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/92921174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=92921174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/92921174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/92921174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/04/in-rebuttal-to-alicia-so-long-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-92348870</id><published>2003-04-10T04:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T04:47:29.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-why didn't i know of mall monkey's before?Like this.and this.-that is all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/92348870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=92348870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/92348870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/92348870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/04/why-didnt-i-know-of-mall-monkeys.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-92131119</id><published>2003-04-07T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T01:45:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right click and save as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/92131119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=92131119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/92131119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/92131119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/04/right-click-and-save-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-91924100</id><published>2003-04-03T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T12:47:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations, Bryan!Your IQ score is 129At the same time, we compared your answers with others who have taken the test, and according to the sorts of questions you got correct, we can tell your Intellectual Type is an Inspired Inventor.The first thing we can tell you about that is you've got a great balance between verbal and mathematical skills, and a strength in coming up with ideas. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/91924100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=91924100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/91924100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/91924100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/04/congratulations-bryan-your-iq-score-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-91902235</id><published>2003-04-03T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T03:35:56.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-You need to laugh. I hope you have a broadband connection. It'll help...The ParlorYet Another Switch Ad Parody (This one is by far the best)-Humored enough? Good. Because the world is going to end. Tomorrow. Didn't you know a major event is happening? It's the signal for the return of christ. Alicia said so. :) I really haven't heard any religious fanaticism lately. It'd be nice I think. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/91902235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=91902235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/91902235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/91902235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/04/you-need-to-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-91490433</id><published>2003-03-27T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T12:33:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-I was reading Forest's blog (Soul-Crusher's Zope Ass Site, man I never get tired of that Zope joke, I'm sure it's been used by his colleagues all to often) recently, and damn, everyone finds time to do this shit almost everyday....-You know I have to do it. So skip this part if you like, Or tread through my blatant fanboyism....The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker gives me that funny feeling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/91490433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=91490433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/91490433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/91490433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-was-reading-forests-blog-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-91133602</id><published>2003-03-21T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T12:21:48.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>audblog audio post</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/91133602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=91133602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/91133602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/91133602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/03/audblog-audio-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-90091112</id><published>2003-03-03T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T04:33:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-what up sluts? my girlfriend's phone is busy. i'm listening to lucky boys confusion, they're really good, i might have to burn a cd. you might be asking, since when did i get a girlfriend? i don't know, a while ago, you know i don't write about real life shit anymore...-so yeah, i met this girl, as guys tend to do. and i thought she was the cat's meow, and she thinks i'm the bee's knees. (side</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/90091112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=90091112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/90091112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/90091112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/03/what-up-sluts-my-girlfriends-phone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-89957379</id><published>2003-03-01T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T11:27:34.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God damn it, I did it again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/89957379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=89957379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/89957379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/89957379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/03/god-damn-it-i-did-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-89799082</id><published>2003-02-26T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T17:36:39.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-wow, maybe instead of blogging about stupid shit i do on a daily basis, i'll just post links to comics that i feel represent some sort of opinion of mine..kinda like this one...-nah, i'll get back to the regular shit later, scouts honor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/89799082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=89799082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/89799082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/89799082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/02/wow-maybe-instead-of-blogging-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-89599655</id><published>2003-02-23T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T10:11:36.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ownt.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/89599655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=89599655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/89599655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/89599655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/02/ownt.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-89449885</id><published>2003-02-20T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T14:42:21.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-yeah yeah, big fat fuckin blog jerk. keep us waiting like that, how the fuck could i do something so horrible?it's not like alicia is the only who reads this anyways :P-so how did our protagonists grand adventure come to a gripping conclusion? well, sleeping was how the end started... sleeping until like 5 o clock or some shit. by the time we got outside to retrieve my wallet from brad's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/89449885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=89449885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/89449885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/89449885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/02/yeah-yeah-big-fat-fuckin-blog-jerk.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-88964140</id><published>2003-02-12T04:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T04:20:52.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-walking around a city that is about 20 degrees with wind and shit blowing your ass around wouldn't seem like a hip thing to do. i mean, that shit is cold. well, it's not so bad with your best friend and the prospect of finding your own place to live. even when your toes are about to frostbite into severe toe hypothermia. actually seeing the inside of a place would have been nice. when a real </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/88964140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=88964140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/88964140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/88964140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/02/walking-around-city-that-is-about-20.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-88901502</id><published>2003-02-11T03:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T03:31:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-ok ok...-so my trip, did it deem itself as a blog worthy adventure? well shit, i was reading lord of the rings and that mother fucker can't even compare.like all great adventures, our hero's starts with a departure. i guess that departure was at 5:30 in the morning to Norfolk's fine Greyhound establishment. dirty, cold, full of suspicious characters of all types... whatever, i got my tunes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/88901502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=88901502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/88901502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/88901502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/02/ok-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-88899931</id><published>2003-02-11T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T02:21:52.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-all that is gold does not glitter.not all those who wander are lost.-i guess i went to pittsburgh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/88899931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=88899931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/88899931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/88899931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/02/all-that-is-gold-does-not-glitter.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-88697848</id><published>2003-02-07T04:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T05:01:07.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-jacki'm so unsureuncertain and i'm lost.usually i know it allbut now my intuition fails me.what to doto saywhat lines to respectwhich to cross.it's all a blursome muddled, mixed upclusterfuck that leaves metimid and bewildered.i thought i knew it allbut when it comes to girlsi don't know you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/88697848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=88697848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/88697848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/88697848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/02/jack-im-so-unsure-uncertain-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-88356500</id><published>2003-01-31T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T21:11:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-So when was the last time you created a videogame? Oh yeah, never.Unreal II is getting hammered and it's just not fair. So I think I'll take a stand, a stand I say, against the giants of IGN and GameSpy. Will anybody read this stand? Will they hear my proclamations of injustice? No, but I like to think they will. Maybe some poor soul will stumble upon this after searching "warez" "unreal 2" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/88356500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=88356500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/88356500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/88356500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/01/so-when-was-last-time-you-created.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-87420079</id><published>2003-01-14T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T10:17:12.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-all that i have, is finally over. good knocking again. i've given the chance, do it all over. to lose her again. sleep tight, never you mind. lonely hearts, breakin tonight...never i dared had i been close to sober, is out of my head. back of my mind, if i only had shown her, she'd be mine again. sleep tight, never you mind. lonely hearts breakin tonight...-so um. an update. life still sucks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/87420079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=87420079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/87420079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/87420079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/01/all-that-i-have-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-87043679</id><published>2003-01-06T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T23:44:17.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-i love itwhen you kill mebecauseit makes melove you moreit's like somealarm, reminderthat revivesthose bittersweetemotionsthe kind thatrips your gut outand shoves itin your faceand makes youwonderhow could ihold on for more?-you got my mind againyou fuckin snatched itclaimed itand monopolizedmy limited concentrationdrugs can't sufficethe break in melancholy,much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/87043679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=87043679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/87043679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/87043679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2003/01/i-love-it-when-you-kill-me-because-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-86753505</id><published>2002-12-31T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T12:15:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-he's smoked out, in the back of the van. says he's held up, with holding on and on and on and on and on...-what the hell is this. i just blogged like 2 days ago. well don't get used to it bitches :) Raspberry chocolate oranges can be confused for raisins late at night, the taste is almost identical. Weird.-Almost any emo/depressed/angry/profound point can be made quoting a single line from a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/86753505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=86753505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/86753505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/86753505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/12/hes-smoked-out-in-back-of-van.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-86630517</id><published>2002-12-28T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T13:22:43.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-*ahem* sorry about that... well not really. If you were actually upset because of my blogging absence, read someone else's or something, I have trouble to get into...-Well more like diving head first into it... So yeah. If you haven't heard by now, I think I saw an editorial on the experience in some tabloid mag at the supermarket, I took way too many shrooms than a person should their first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/86630517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=86630517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/86630517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/86630517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/12/ahem-sorry-about-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-84688733</id><published>2002-11-17T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T22:29:58.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-most of the world is made of concretemost everyone else lives your lifeloosely adapted from slow motion fighting.-i wish i was closer friends with the old kellam punks. i went to a show at which andrea stood me up, bitch :P pretty much all the old kids i used to talk to in shcool were there. adam hansen and his coolness, jimmy and his coolness, bobby burgess and his coolness, boone and his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/84688733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=84688733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/84688733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/84688733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/11/most-of-world-is-made-of-concrete-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-84041923</id><published>2002-11-04T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T23:25:11.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-if you didn't know it after all my ranting and exclamations of superiority, catch 22 is indeed, amazing. so i went to that show. not with meghan like i truly did want to, but with corey and jason. i got really stoned and forgot that i had overdrawn my debit account and had my PIN locked, so we missed the first 2 bands just driving around. we got there just as catch 22 was setting up. it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/84041923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=84041923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/84041923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/84041923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/11/if-you-didnt-know-it-after-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-83353324</id><published>2002-10-22T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T11:01:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Men In Hats-exactly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/83353324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=83353324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/83353324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/83353324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/10/men-in-hats-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-83097166</id><published>2002-10-16T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T00:14:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-I came to a simple conclusion a long time ago. People said "No... That's not true..." Well you're fucking wrong. And I'm right. As usual. The conclusion you ask?I fuck eveything up-No matter what it is, what I do, it gets fucked up. I am one of the smartest people I know. Yet I dropped out of high school. I fucked that up. I had a semi decent relationship with my parents. Now they can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/83097166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=83097166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/83097166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/83097166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/10/i-came-to-simple-conclusion-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-82940290</id><published>2002-10-13T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T12:41:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-Matt Skiba and Kevin Seconds Split. Ten acoustic tracks in which all instruments are done by the one artist himself, unless otherwise noted. (Must have played each seperately while listening to the pre-recorded track, damn) Matt Skiba is from Alkaline Trio, Kevin Seconds is from.... none other than 7 Seconds. But anyways. It's green, has a little cartoon picture of each guy with a big X on their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/82940290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=82940290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82940290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82940290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/10/matt-skiba-and-kevin-seconds-split.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-82821919</id><published>2002-10-10T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T22:41:51.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-There's a giant hole in my heart. But all I have to do is fill it up with alcohol. It closes all the holes, it hides all my boredom and subdues my restlessness. It enhances my personality but makes me order three orders of buffalo wings when I would normally have just one. It forces me to bob my head to songs I really really hate. And it makes me want to strike somone at the bar who orders two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/82821919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=82821919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82821919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82821919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/10/theres-giant-hole-in-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-82501976</id><published>2002-10-04T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T14:41:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-my step dad found a liter and a half of tequila and a bottle of scotch in my room.my room is entirely torn up. i have to clean it all up. i'm high as fuck. it was free, compliments of finding a well used ratchet head from one of my old skool ghetto bowls. alicia, you remember. you had the pretty soft blue pen one :). so yeah.-my mom asked me if was depressed. she really meant it too. she said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/82501976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=82501976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82501976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82501976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/10/my-step-dad-found-liter-and-half-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-82342631</id><published>2002-09-30T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T21:59:13.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-on a cheerier? note. kinda. I bought a Reel Big Fish CD. Titled 'Why Do They Rock So Hard?' Well, there's a lot of songs on this CD I haven't heard yet, amazing eh? But I got it used at Volume, along with a Modest Mouse pin and a Get Up Kids pin (again... grrr...) Man I'm rambling. So the point is, this CD had like a post-it note on it. And said post-it note said "Why Do They Rock So Hard? Give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/82342631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=82342631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82342631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82342631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/09/on-cheerier-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-82342167</id><published>2002-09-30T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T21:49:02.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes these fantasies come true,and now the whole thing misses me.Held down by fishing wire and glue,to be the best we couldn't be.Up on the roof with the whole world at our feet...Is this everything you thought it'd be?What you waited for religiously,just know I wouldn't hate you if you tried.Old times make heroes out of fools,now the whole thing misses me.Right at the breaking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/82342167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=82342167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82342167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82342167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/09/sometimes-these-fantasies-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-82147435</id><published>2002-09-26T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T11:15:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-Another blog vacation, but nothing really to post on. Let's see here... I still go to school. I still go to work. I still sit at home and talk to my faraway friends wishing I was with them. Hoo fucking ray. Since there's nothing tangible to really post upon, I shall rant about meaningless garbage. Enjoi. :D-Alicia saw Catch 22 this past tuesday. I didn't. That's all I have to say about that...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/82147435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=82147435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82147435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/82147435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/09/another-blog-vacation-but-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-81438957</id><published>2002-09-11T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T00:12:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-I'm sure you know tomorrow is September 11th. How come. Because nobody, and I mean nobody will let you forget. When I sign onto EnterTheGame, my choice IRC netowrk, it reminds me to join #9-11 to remember those who died and let terrorists all over know that we will never forget, and we WILL win. Give me a fucking break. Let's show those terrorists by inviting every immature asshole kiddie on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/81438957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=81438957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/81438957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/81438957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/09/im-sure-you-know-tomorrow-is-september.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-81334682</id><published>2002-09-08T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T21:26:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-so been a while... it's always been a while for me. what's new. i wrecked my fucking car. my fucking perfect wonderful car is trash. it was my fault, i'm an idiot. i'm not hurt or anything, at least physically. it totally screwed my life over. i don't go anywhere. i sit at home and hate my fucking worthless life. kinda like i'm doing right now. i don't go anywhere, i sit at home waiting for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/81334682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=81334682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/81334682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/81334682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/09/so-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-79183423</id><published>2002-07-20T04:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-21T02:09:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we can wait for the wind to blowor give me a look so coldit gives me chillsand ends the summer warmy eyes rollaround and over againfalling downdizzy with sunstrokei'll be thereand i'll try to identifytry to look through the gray skies in your eyesand pick up everything you left behindcross your fingersand pray for winteri'll be therepainting the town your favorite colorguess i'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/79183423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=79183423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/79183423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/79183423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/07/we-can-wait-for-wind-to-blow-or-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-79142555</id><published>2002-07-19T04:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T04:50:18.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to too much emowrapped up in lonlinessnobody to talk tonobody that caresall i ever wanted was somebodyall i ever got was rejectioni’m fucking sick of it allnot the fucking bandi’m sick of you tooi’m tired of being the nice guyfed up with being the friendstop defining who i amwhat the fuck do you knowi think i’ll go watch a movie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/79142555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=79142555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/79142555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/79142555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/07/listening-to-too-much-emo-wrapped-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-78409671</id><published>2002-07-01T03:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T03:25:03.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - tired yet refined:..:music - New Amsterdams - Lonely Hearts:.-Yeah, don't ask about the mood thing, I was trying to be clever. I really gotta stop taking these blog vacations. It tends to leave me having to write a multitude of pages of what's happened in my oh-so busy and captivating existence... Alicia says long blogs are boring, as aforementioned. Too fucking bad.-Shit, what has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/78409671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=78409671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/78409671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/78409671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-77482011</id><published>2002-06-07T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T12:21:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - lookin fer akshun:..:music - Catch 22  - It Takes Some Time:.-Looking for that perfect blog to accompany your breakfast of raisin toast and cranberry splash juice? Too shy to go out and carouse the blog scene? Well then stranger your ass is mine. Been too damn long eh? What's the wurd on dat Va Beach scene you ask? Gained some age, lost a friend, saw a show, basic daily happenings in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/77482011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=77482011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/77482011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/77482011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-76907443</id><published>2002-05-23T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T22:25:49.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - anywhere but here:..:music - farse - blueprint 2 a downfall:.-Yeah that's the song i posted below. I am in love with it. Perhaps because it's my life at the moment. To the motha fuckin T. I just can't get it together for the ladies. Another fuckin reject. Why, because I can't make a first move, and she found someone that can. Excuse the fuck out of me if you knew we liked each other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/76907443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=76907443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/76907443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/76907443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-76901611</id><published>2002-05-23T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T19:44:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cue the footWell you start at the start and you end at the endThere’s this little glitch you don’t seeWell I’m sat down here all by myself and I’m cold as can beEver since you said that you were thinking of leavingWell I’ve tried to stop but I just can’t help myself looking backLook Kick backKick backBddddddd backBetter watch out I’m looking backAt you all alone with no hope or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/76901611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=76901611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/76901611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/76901611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/05/cue-foot-well-you-start-at-start-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-76674984</id><published>2002-05-17T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T18:40:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - bored out of my freakin sweating ass skull:..:music - G Love and Special Sauce - Cold Beverages:.-It's fucking roasting, my mom is sick, and I'm really understanding the plot to Throw Momma From the Train now... My day has consisted of doing whatever mundane chore she can scheme. Ice chips but no water, small glass of water but no ice, the rest of my day has been spent driving her to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/76674984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=76674984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/76674984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/76674984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/05/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-76600544</id><published>2002-05-15T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T21:49:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - groovin:..:music - Busta Rhymes - Break Ya Neck:.-Well stomp on raccoons and shove a pitchfork up mah nostril, if I'm not blogging again. So where the hell have I been you might ask? What sort of adventures has our hero gotten into since we last followed his daring escapades? Well lean a little ova thisa way, Lemme lay a secret on yo ass...My life still sucks.-And there you have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/76600544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=76600544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/76600544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/76600544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/05/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-10492763</id><published>2002-03-07T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T16:11:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - Wondering why people are in my house:..:music - Weezer - Undone (The Sweater Song):.-I think I had that same song in a previous blog. Or maybe it was a blog in a previous life. Or maybe it was in a life in a previous blog. Or MAYBE I AM INSANE.-I don't know why I did that. Nor do I care. I'm not posting a lot now. I have shit to do, like my hair for example. My hair needs doing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/10492763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=10492763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10492763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10492763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-10451014</id><published>2002-03-06T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-06T10:30:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - groggy:..:music - Goldfinger - Fuck You and Your Cat:.-What's up with this philosophical trend in all of these blogs lately? I would get into that, but I don't have deep rooted, long thought processed philosophies. I'm a very scientific person who needs to be shown absolute proof of something before I consider it being rational. Being an athiest doesn't help that much either. I for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/10451014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=10451014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10451014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10451014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/03/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-10336088</id><published>2002-03-03T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T14:57:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - Dread filled excitement:..:music - Sugarcult - Hate Every Beautiful Day:.-I think I'll stop trying to write with angst and emotion. It just seems to add to my friend's ammunition cache, stockpiled and waiting to be unleashed on me in all of it's satirical glory. So maybe I'll take a very dry, bland, matter-of-fact tone with all of my blogging this point on.-I woke up today. It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/10336088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=10336088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10336088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10336088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/03/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-10275166</id><published>2002-03-01T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-01T15:25:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - frustrated:..:music - Luigi humming nervously:.-So I'm playing this Luigi's Mansion deal, my mom let me rent a game for being good? Question mark for what the fuck is she talkin about. It was the only decent game they had. It's actually a fun little ghostbusting romp. I know I'm havin fun. You suck up ghosts and treasure throughout a mansion filled with little suprises and everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/10275166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=10275166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10275166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10275166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/03/blog-post_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-10088989</id><published>2002-02-24T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-17T19:31:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - jonesin' fo dat triznits, wanting to be drunk:..:music - H2O - Guilty by Association:.-For the record, Cinnamon Toast Crunch is the greatest cereal concotion to grace a balanced breakfast. And Taquitos are perhaps the perfect mexican munchies that can be ready in 2:17 on Medium-High to High power.-What did I do today, I pulled a Ferris Bueller at work and got away with it. I love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/10088989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=10088989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10088989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10088989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-10025937</id><published>2002-02-22T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-22T22:20:39.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - I dunno:..:music - Catch 22 - Bloomfield Ave.:.-Umm.. I dunno what to say. On account of I just don't know anymore. It's like... I dunno fuck it. Sometimes I wish I could fade out of existence and like be gone. I just really wish I knew what others think of me. It's like everyone's on the inside and I'm stuck with my nose pressed against the window. I have one side of the story when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/10025937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=10025937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10025937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10025937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/02/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-10011887</id><published>2002-02-22T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-22T14:28:39.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - Actually happy:..:music - Aphex Twin - Outside (Violin Solo):.-All impossibilities are by definition, illogical. All that exists in the universe are varying probabilities. What leads me to such a profound conclusion?-Yesterday morning. Same dependable wake up call from John. It's like a feckin Motel 6. Oh well, he's a lonely guy that like to smoke trees, something in my possession. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/10011887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=10011887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10011887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/10011887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/02/blog-post_10011887.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-9954722</id><published>2002-02-21T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T03:14:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood -Tired but hyped:..:Music - Sugarcult - Stuck in America:.-Damn not updating for a while leaves one with too much to fucking talk about. Where to begin? I guess chronological is most logical. Flashback time kids. Tuesday.-Let's see, John and I chill for a decent while, with no trees to speak of. Hey it's early, what can ya do? So then it's over to Alicia's and just hanging out. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9954722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=9954722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/9954722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/9954722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/02/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-9866762</id><published>2002-02-18T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T21:50:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - scrapin fo trizzles/annoyed:..:music - MU330 - Fat and Married:.-So I had a huge post for today, thanks Blogger for fucking it up. Any fucking ways, I'll try to remember all that was said...-Last day of the whole Open Campus ISEAP thing today. All that stands in my way is the GED this Saturday, at 8 in the motha fuckin morning I might add. Oh well, at least I'll be a high school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9866762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=9866762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/9866762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/9866762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/02/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-9774811</id><published>2002-02-15T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-15T19:41:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - regular (if that exists):..:music - Feeder - High:.-I just realized that there are far too many songs that could be described as "the story of my life". I need to narrow my choices down, right now I can come up with 4 or 5 off hand. I think I'll petition my favorite band to do a 20 minute compilation of all these tunes and just listen to that from now on.-Mike and his little punker </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9774811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=9774811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/9774811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/9774811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/02/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-9767919</id><published>2002-02-15T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-15T15:37:52.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - smug:..:music - Various sounds of dying in violent videogames:.-No work today, not because I'm off but because I made enough excuses up not to go. I love being lazy, I could use the money but I feel like I could just use the free time to waste more. I dunno, my priorities are fucked. And I think the spelling of that was too, who cares. More smoking up with Alicia and Jon, I need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9767919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=9767919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/9767919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/9767919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/02/blog-post_9767919.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337222.post-9749058</id><published>2002-02-15T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-17T19:33:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:mood - bored and just like "bleh":..:music - Catch 22 - Bloomfield Ave.:.-So yeah it's like Thursday night and I'm bored and coming down... I think coming down is the worst part of the high, I need a drug that keeps me up all the time. I don't like getting all depressed and listening to emo and writing poetry in MS Word that has jumbled confusing meters about bitch slapping and death... My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9749058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337222&amp;postID=9749058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/9749058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337222/posts/default/9749058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnpunk.blogspot.com/2002/02/blog-post_9749058.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144781910847341884</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
