<?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-3175525723323780306</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:50:23.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinkmap Trails</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Henry Kristofferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04931433999619566233</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175525723323780306.post-3267945813170309251</id><published>2007-04-15T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:21:23.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed reaction.</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I've gotten to a point in my life where I have to make a decision about my love for someone.  I  was really EMO a couple of days ago and I'm having a relapse of it today [last night].  One of my good friends told me that you cannot a "ho" into a "housewife" ... which is very true.  I've been with James for over 2 years now.  I can safely say that I'm happy being unhappy, but that's a complete oxymoron.  Mike and a couple of friends spent the night and I got totally drunk to spill my drama onto them.  I already told Matt on Thursday night, but I just couldn't tell Ray and his "BF" with a straight face.  All of them told me that I should see a couples therapist, but I'm like "Why?"  The strange thing is that I help other people before I help myself.  I cast this wall in front me, but it's so hard to take it down - Mr. Alcohol did that.  I really would like to go on vacation alone somewhere and relive my life a whore.  There are so many guys who want me out there ... I can't leave what I have now.  Even though I'm financially stable with a roof over my head all everything is falling into place, I am still not happy.  I don't know what it is going to take me make me happy again.  Do I backstab James?  I've been hurt before many times, but I don't want Jim to suffer that heartache.  Another thing is that he's completely new to the whole "gay relationship" thing.  Shit, I'm his FIRST BF!  How scary is that?  Do I just keep living in unhappiness? [sighs] ... help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175525723323780306-3267945813170309251?l=thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3267945813170309251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175525723323780306&amp;postID=3267945813170309251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/3267945813170309251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/3267945813170309251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/2007/04/delayed-reaction.html' title='Delayed reaction.'/><author><name>Henry Kristofferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04931433999619566233</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-3175525723323780306.post-5033163617235042654</id><published>2007-03-29T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:56:59.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends update - Chris and Steve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/RgvbqXCVZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tlkY0djy9J4/s1600-h/STEVELEFTCHRISRIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/RgvbqXCVZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tlkY0djy9J4/s400/STEVELEFTCHRISRIGHT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047369328183568306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steve and Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    These are my friends ... Steve and Chris.  Such a cute couple, no?  Well, there was some drama between Steve, Chris, and Matt.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Matt is a flirt and a very social guy.  Matt was talking to Steve aeons ago and Matt wanted to meet Steve.  In doing so, Matt's ex-BF, Joe wasn't too keen on meeting and therefore plans fell though.  Steve was distraught of the whole deal and I had a party a couple of months ago where we would all meet.  Which was a rocking party already from the get go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Joe was perturbed of the whole deal and Joe was standoff-ish from meeting Steve which fueled the fire of Matt and Steve not meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Not a problem.  As the night progressed on from drinking, eating, and playing video games ... Joe wanted to leave due to Matt's "eyes" on Steve.  Which at first, I don't blame him.  Mind you readers, I'm not a jealous person.  So, it was James, Chris, and Steve left ... Chris and Steve took our guest bedroom and James and I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ... since then, it's all been history.  From other weekends at our place to going to the museum and fancy restaurants ... it's all been good, but there needed to be some closure ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ... Read below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;So I was talking to Joe last night about a bunch  of stuff including you and Steve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;Joe's opinion was for me not to talk to you about  this but my opinion is otherwise since I feel like we've become better friends  now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;So here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;I know you and Steve are involved to whatever  extent. I'm interested in sleeping with Steve but not if he's dating you or if  you would get jealous. In the mean time... I'm just avoiding the whole situation  until there's more clarity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;So I just thought you deserved to know where my  head is at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris responded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I'm glad that you did say something and I've kinda known for a  little while... Secrets don't seem to fare well at Jon's house and at times it  has been an uncomfortable position to be in. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;That said, I have never felt that it was my place to interfere in the  issue as it's basically between Steven and youself, as well as because our  status hasn't been formalized.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now I'll be open with you about how I feel... I really like Steven and  I want to see where things go with him in terms of a relationship.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Finally, I really do appreciate you emailing me me about this and  while trying not to sound too cheesy, it means a lot that you took my feelings  into consideration.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;/rambling&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Christopher-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just glad that all worked out ... but, there might be more drama later ... which I hope doesn't happen.  Steve and Chris really make a cute couple though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discussed with Chris and Rick [which I haven't introduced yet] the current situation with Matt.  They said that I'm going over my head ... I do agree that with them, but, I'm hesitant - I just care too much.  Matt went to NJ to meet with a bear couple, but I don't know what his intentions are.  It's kind of weird yet erotic - for all you gay bear readers and fag hags ... I think you know what I thinking right?  I totally forgot what the bear couple looks like ... SHIT!  I want to keep him close for the emotional side that needs attention, but I dont' want to keep him that close for the sole reason I might do something wrong.  Afterwards, the 4 of us [James included] has dinner at Asian Bowl which was the BOMB ... and went home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I didn't have any really strange dreams last night/this morning - strange ... I wish I was more of a beefy musclebear - but, I don't.  After losing 60 pounds, I still don't feel great.  One day ... I'll be 180 pounds again ... one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175525723323780306-5033163617235042654?l=thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/feeds/5033163617235042654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175525723323780306&amp;postID=5033163617235042654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/5033163617235042654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/5033163617235042654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends-update-chris-and-steve.html' title='Friends update - Chris and Steve'/><author><name>Henry Kristofferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04931433999619566233</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/RgvbqXCVZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tlkY0djy9J4/s72-c/STEVELEFTCHRISRIGHT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175525723323780306.post-3908489595330860480</id><published>2007-03-29T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:57:00.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends update - Matt.</title><content type='html'>There's a reason why I don't give out my name - there was a blog that I had a long time ago when I was an angry bitter bitch ... I used to cut people down for the smallest and pettiest reasons.  I have surpassed that, but I have to explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that I delve into people's personalities and lifestyles, I prejudge people.  I personally don't think that's a bad thing, but I don't know.  Most of my intuitions are right on point, but I don't let that veer me off my course with friends.  I think of it has a hurdle that I have to overcome to gain their favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/RgvMiHCVZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/9icwODQHEME/s1600-h/941698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/RgvMiHCVZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/9icwODQHEME/s400/941698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047352693775230882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   My friend Matt ... who lives in Phildelphia has been committed to his partner, Joe for 6 years has just recently broken up with his boyfriend.  I have been there supporting him throughout the process.  He's been taking it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I yearn for him which hardens my heart for my true love, James ... my partner for 2 years.  Here's a summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: Well, when you and James hugged me - we both kind of pressed our crotches together ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... and I almost died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: But, you and I know that will never happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: You're such a tease and I hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: Like ... I wanted to grab you on the dance floor and just like sensual touch you like I did James while we were on the dance floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: The worse thing is that ... [sighs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... I envision a lot about you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... but, that's OK ... I couldn't tell you that stuff ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... it would defeat my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: if only i had a taste for your kind. :( :( :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: LOL ... it's OK ... no hard feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I don't know how to tell you this though ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... you're like everything I want in a BF.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: You have the looks, the body .... the personality ... everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I just don't know if you can cook ... and play a musical instrument beside the skin flute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... the way you danced on the dance floor was priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: Why am I telling you this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: However - you and I both know that we CAN be both slutty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: i CAN cook... but i usually don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: and i used to play the piano, clarinet, saxaphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: but i don't anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... [sighs[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... ]cries]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: You have rhythm ... which is a doubleplusgood in my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: aww you liked my dancin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: If I could only touch you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... but, my emotions and raging lust for you would take over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: But, I respect you for who and what you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: You're not just a piece of meat to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I truly love James 110% and I cannot lose what I have with James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... James is my soulmate and I would just die if I did something to hurt him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: My friend David - who came over from Ohio ... I was completely in love with him too and he's an emo-betch ... and me being so matronly - he spend a week with us last year ... and he was crying one night and I comforted him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... one thing led to another and I made out with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... I kind of jerked him off too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... but, I didn't finish - we felt so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... I didn't have the heart to tell James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: But, I knew that if I didn't tell him that I wouldn't tell him at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: So, when I told him ... it was like a rock fell off my shoulders ... and I told him that I would never do that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I keep asking him that if pushing the envelope on how much I talk about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: He's cool with it, but he doesn't want to see/hear the same thing over again that I did with David.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: sometimes i wonder what he can handle in that regard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I know - he's a noob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: but i don't know your relationship so it's not my place to say stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: ya know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I know ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: But, I can't have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I wish I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I don't know how much James likes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: But, he's kind of reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: well i want to be honest with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: i don't think i'd do a 3some either ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: By all means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: That's understandable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... [dies a little]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: better you die a little now than a lot later ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: That's true - I really love our friendship and I really want to be there for you and all of my friends ... I just don't want to fuck it up, ya know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: well i'm fairly difficult to annoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I figured that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: Can I tell you something that's on my blog about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: if you'd like :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: There's a poll between you and James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I listed your traits and James' traits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: uh huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... which I can't tell you - but, they are factual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: .... the ongoing poll consists of who should I marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... the title: "WHO MAKES A BETTER HUSBAND."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: wowz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... so far, James is way in the lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I know little of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I know little of you - that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: Meaning - if you can be a dad[that's why I asked you that question] ... income, living style, clothing ... etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: .... but, it's inconclusive because, I don't have a full run down of you yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: Which in due time - I might get if you are willing to "share the wealth" ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: ... as of 8AM this morning ... James: 58%, you: 42%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henry: One of my readers said, "'Matt sounds like a great guy, however, I don't know his anything about his living style and other favorite things." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: Another person said, "Henry, James and you should always stay together - you are both in harmony with each other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't let Mike mess your mind up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mike has a lot of the qualities and thingajiggies that you are looking for, but James is the right guy for you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your lust for Mike will pass, just like when you had your times with David."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt: sounds like you have a great reader base.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry: I have over 600+ people who read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think that you get the jist of going on with Matt  I have to comment about the highlighted portion above in the conversation that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to get to know more about Matt, but I  know that my emotions are going to take over and just want me to yearn for him even more.  Can someone explain to me what I should do?  The good thing is that he's doesn't live near me.  It's like my heart is shattered it two.  Any advice readers out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175525723323780306-3908489595330860480?l=thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/feeds/3908489595330860480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175525723323780306&amp;postID=3908489595330860480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/3908489595330860480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/3908489595330860480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends-update.html' title='Friends update - Matt.'/><author><name>Henry Kristofferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04931433999619566233</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/RgvMiHCVZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/9icwODQHEME/s72-c/941698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175525723323780306.post-7714164593155941521</id><published>2007-03-29T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T06:29:37.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is about my past weekend with some friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     ... I had this crazy dream where a lamb, a cow, a pig, and a chicken were  attacking me and I had to cast my totems to veer them off me ... after I killed  them and picked up their spoils ... I skinned them and I made a leather sash  called "Belt of Fogo de Chao" which gave +3 seconds to eat anything I had in  stock.  For example, if I ate a Spongy Morel which one regains 554 health in 24  seconds ... it would only take me 18 seconds to complete that.  How strange is  that?  Also, when I went back to bed a 6AM ... I had this dream that I was being  chased by ninjas that were throwing Chinese firecrackers that dealt 6 HP instant  damage if the firecracker was within 3 feet of me.  What is my  problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175525723323780306-7714164593155941521?l=thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/feeds/7714164593155941521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175525723323780306&amp;postID=7714164593155941521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/7714164593155941521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/7714164593155941521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/2007/03/other-dream.html' title='Other dream.'/><author><name>Henry Kristofferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04931433999619566233</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-3175525723323780306.post-2846412247253263191</id><published>2007-03-29T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T06:24:24.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's dream.</title><content type='html'>I need people's comments on this ... I don't know what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... anyway ... I  had this strange dream that I was swimming and I drowned and I saw God at the  Gates of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... God asked  me, "Why should I let you enter the Kingdom of Heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... I replied,  "Because, I want to fuk all the bears and cubs that who are missing out on  Earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... God said  whole-heartedly, "Girl, you're not the only one!"  God ripped his tabard off and  bared his hot chest and grabbed my new set of paws and said, ... "You're new  name is Furry Fairy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... I  confusingly said, "Ummmmm ... what about 'Pounding Panda  Princess'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... God said,  "Furry Fairy, your name is chosen by the Bear Elders who sit around my throne in  my den.  We [God and the Bear Elders] have been waiting for you for a very long  time.  We were looking to replace our last Furry Fairy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... I asked,  "Why?  Did something happen to him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... God said,  "The last Furry Fairy wasn't as fun as you.  We have been watching you and we  know that you are very social and matronly.  It's been a long time since we've  had someone who cares a lot about his cubs and makes sure that everyone's  well-being is in the green."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... Puzzled, I  said ... "Just like in The Sims 2, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... God  answered, "Yes, definitely ... the virtual city of Bear Valley and it's citizens  that you have created have come to life here - we are bestowing the powers that  be in the Kingdom of God onto you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... I  questioned, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... God said,  "Because, I need to move on ... my Silver Daddy, Wisdom Whitehair is telling me  to do so, I'm his bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... Confused, I  said ... "OK, YOU GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    ... [moment of  silence]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... I asked my  last question, "So, what about James, Matt, Erin, Chris, my family ... everyone  that I've created ... they are still alive!  How can I control them here if I'm  dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... God said  while patting me on the back ... "For thou art a fairy, if you want them to join  you here in the Kingdom of Heaven, you have the power to kill them, control  them and grant them any power you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... Snickering,  I said ... "Any power that I want ... and I can control  them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... I woke up  ... 6:53 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="340202814-28032007"&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...  hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175525723323780306-2846412247253263191?l=thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/feeds/2846412247253263191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175525723323780306&amp;postID=2846412247253263191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/2846412247253263191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/2846412247253263191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/2007/03/tuesdays-dream.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s dream.'/><author><name>Henry Kristofferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04931433999619566233</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-3175525723323780306.post-9062707702105887420</id><published>2007-03-29T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:57:00.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm only dreaming ... am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/Rgu9HnCVZ5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/69Yy2ICSKSM/s1600-h/Akio_Takamori_Sleeping_Man_with_Glasses_2003_437_88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/Rgu9HnCVZ5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/69Yy2ICSKSM/s400/Akio_Takamori_Sleeping_Man_with_Glasses_2003_437_88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047335745834280850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to post most of the dreams that I've had in the last couple of weeks, however - must warn you some of the dreams are explicit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... this is just a forewarning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175525723323780306-9062707702105887420?l=thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/feeds/9062707702105887420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175525723323780306&amp;postID=9062707702105887420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/9062707702105887420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/9062707702105887420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-only-dreaming-am-i.html' title='I&apos;m only dreaming ... am I?'/><author><name>Henry Kristofferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04931433999619566233</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/Rgu9HnCVZ5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/69Yy2ICSKSM/s72-c/Akio_Takamori_Sleeping_Man_with_Glasses_2003_437_88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175525723323780306.post-2142032326133033683</id><published>2007-03-28T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:57:00.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And there was a beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/Rgs-FHCVZ4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HGaJfbHN-XA/s1600-h/headless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/Rgs-FHCVZ4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HGaJfbHN-XA/s400/headless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047196064907880322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my readers - I got a little anxious today, so I decided to change my name and change my identity.  That's not me in the picture.  If you don't know who I am by now, you have some serious catching up to do.  If you would like to know, just ask me.  I'll tell you who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post my processes here.  Forgive me, it had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Henry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175525723323780306-2142032326133033683?l=thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/feeds/2142032326133033683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3175525723323780306&amp;postID=2142032326133033683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/2142032326133033683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175525723323780306/posts/default/2142032326133033683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmaptrails.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-there-was-beginning.html' title='And there was a beginning.'/><author><name>Henry Kristofferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04931433999619566233</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2PgvnUCN2k/Rgs-FHCVZ4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HGaJfbHN-XA/s72-c/headless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
