<?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-6412058045700633607</id><updated>2012-01-31T06:35:06.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closeted Only Child</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to vent about anything and everything.


(I have to apologize in advance for my writing, I SUCK at it)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-3324480128597633726</id><published>2008-08-05T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:18:39.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Week Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Thursday - My girls took me out for a be-lated birthday dinner at the &lt;a href="http://www.yardhouse.com//flash/default.asp"&gt;Yardhouse&lt;/a&gt;. It was cool because one of my friends husband knows the GM, so once we sat down all kinds of appetizers came out and restaurant is GREAT they have about 100 kinds of beer on tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - JR and I went out to the gay bars out in WeHo. We got our drinks and surveyed the bar, like every other guy there. Stood around, JR introduce me to some of his friends and then I saw them. A few girls that I went to high school with that I still talk to every now and then. So they came over and were in SHOCK and very excited. One of the girls ask me "So are you?" I told her I was, which she said thats great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I need to tell my closes friends before they find out from other sources.  Which leads me to tomorrow, I am meeting with one of my closes friend for happy hour, and I am going to tell her the news. Surprising right now I am not nervous and don't really care that they know, I hope that doesn't change tomorrow. I think I am ready to step out of the closet to get some air...haha. Well anyways wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3324480128597633726?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3324480128597633726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3324480128597633726&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3324480128597633726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3324480128597633726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/08/eventful-week-pt-2.html' title='Eventful Week Pt. 2'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5761068658648377556</id><published>2008-08-03T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:02:11.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Week</title><content type='html'>Tuesday - came back from NYC and as soon as I get home, I am welcome with an earthquake. It has been a while since we had one, and this one lasted a little longer than normal. It started with a shake then it rolled from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - my bosses and few other co-workers took me out for a be-lated birthday lunch (I had my birthday in NYC). There were a lot of us,  and it was great to talk to everyone out of work. So I was at one end of the table talking with my boss and we got to talking about different restaurants and she recommended one on Melrose she says and I quote "It's down the street from the Abbey, you know where that is right?" So at this point I am pretty sure she knows I'm gay, oh btw she is gay as well. Then we got to talking about my trip to NYC and she ask me what neighborhood and visited, she then ask if I visited Greenwich Village and just to make she knows I'm gay, I also added that I visited HK and Chelsea (other gay NYC neighborhoods). So I am pretty sure at this point she knows I am gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Night - one of our friend plays in the NHL and since the season is over, he came home for a few weeks before he has to go back to training camp. So we all met up for dinner, something that we have not done in a LONG time, meet up as an entire group that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday to come, to lazy to type anymore and I'm sure you are tired of reading it. A hint of whats to come.....on Friday I was outed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5761068658648377556?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5761068658648377556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5761068658648377556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5761068658648377556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5761068658648377556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/08/eventful-week.html' title='Eventful Week'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-1132713058805253281</id><published>2008-07-31T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:28:57.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Been a Long While</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a very long time since I last posted anything on here. I’ve just been SUPER lazy lately…haha. Well I got back from NYC this past Tuesday, and I wanted to give a shout out and a BIG thank you to my boys &lt;a href="http://ihavetoadmitit.blogspot.com/"&gt;K &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.guppieblog.com/"&gt;Jay&lt;/a&gt; in NYC for showing me around town. I had a GREAT time; it was so much fun checking out all the bars and clubs in NYC. And thank you to Jay for letting me crash at his place for a few days.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SJI8OX8Mm2I/AAAAAAAAAog/B5z8sWd61io/s1600-h/ratatouille-thank-you-notes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SJI8OX8Mm2I/AAAAAAAAAog/B5z8sWd61io/s320/ratatouille-thank-you-notes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229308334972902242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-1132713058805253281?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1132713058805253281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1132713058805253281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1132713058805253281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1132713058805253281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-has-been-long-while.html' title='It Has Been a Long While'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SJI8OX8Mm2I/AAAAAAAAAog/B5z8sWd61io/s72-c/ratatouille-thank-you-notes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-7780401339054190105</id><published>2008-06-26T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:23:50.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SGND6H7bFMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/9Paz-XSzJ80/s1600-h/102954439_989a4ea37b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SGND6H7bFMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/9Paz-XSzJ80/s320/102954439_989a4ea37b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216087459264926914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight is book and ready to go, I am heading to NYC in the end of July. I'm really excited only been there once, for like a day while I was in high school, so that does not really&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-7780401339054190105?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/7780401339054190105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=7780401339054190105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7780401339054190105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7780401339054190105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/06/nyc.html' title='NYC!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SGND6H7bFMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/9Paz-XSzJ80/s72-c/102954439_989a4ea37b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-7986462693903472984</id><published>2008-06-22T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:27:07.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday was rather eventful. I went to work a little earlier than normal, because I wanted to bake some cheesecakes for one of my closes friends’ housewarming, she just bought a house. It has been EXTREMELY hot here the past few days, so her party didn’t start till late afternoon, but it was still hot. Anyways when I got there put the cheesecakes in the fridge, did my rounds of saying hi to everyone, her and her husbands family. I was chatting with our other close friend in front of the house, we were just catching up on things, she currently has guy problems. And at one point she asked “So what’s new with you, dating anyone?” Of course I gave my usual answer but then thought to myself this is the PERFECT moment to come out to her, because it was just her and I. We continued chatting for a while longer and the whole time I kept on saying to myself this would be the perfect time I should do now, but of course I couldn’t find my balls and didn’t. Oh well next time for SURE, I hope…haha. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We hung out till 11 or so, before I headed home. As soon as I got home JR called me up and ask if I wanted to go WeHo, and since it was warm/hot out still (90 degrees) and I didn’t feel like staying in I headed out. I didn’t know what was up but there were SOOO many people at the Abbey and a lot of them were HOT guys. We hung out there for while talked to some Austrian guys and a pretty hot chick but then decided to go next door to a club/bar called Here and that is where it happened. One of JR friend was there so we were circling around the place looking for him and then I ran into a good friend from college, a girl. A group of us had taken a class in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; together. So we were pretty close and I am pretty sure she had no idea until she saw me last night. Initially I didn’t want her to see me, but then I told JR and he asked who and I said fuck it, so I went up to say hi and she seemed very excited to see me. So she, JR and I made plans to go out sometime next week, and she was going to invite another friend of ours, girl also, it should be fun, I’m excited.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So yesterday I was VERY close to coming out to one of my closes friend, but I did come out to a good college friend, I think I’m making progress, slowly but surely….lol. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-7986462693903472984?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/7986462693903472984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=7986462693903472984&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7986462693903472984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7986462693903472984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/06/eventful-saturday.html' title='Eventful Saturday'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5805223251739504173</id><published>2008-06-04T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:21:12.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought about it</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I had a wedding to go too. And that morning I was talking with my mom, she was asking what time was the wedding, what time I was leaving etc. Then she asked what time I was going to start getting ready because I have to shave (I had a very light 5 o'clock shadow that I thought looked pretty good...haha), shower and what not. I said I wasn't going to shave, she was surprise and said "how are you going to get a girlfriend with that hair". At that point I was SOOOO tempted to say it doesn't matter because I don't want a girlfriend. But of course I didn't say anything, just laughed it off and walk away. I think that would have been a good moment to tell her or at least hinted at something, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5 o'clock shadow sorta looked like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SEeTb3V1J7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/3JmPNQCM4O4/s1600-h/luke_macfarlane_530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SEeTb3V1J7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/3JmPNQCM4O4/s200/luke_macfarlane_530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208293600998533042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5805223251739504173?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5805223251739504173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5805223251739504173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5805223251739504173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5805223251739504173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/06/thought-about-it.html' title='Thought about it'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SEeTb3V1J7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/3JmPNQCM4O4/s72-c/luke_macfarlane_530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-2803838148376181331</id><published>2008-05-22T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:09:11.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY weather</title><content type='html'>What was up with the weather this week? So on Monday and Tuesday it was around 98 - 100 degrees. And this morning it started off fine, kinda cloudy kinda sunny but then around 3 o'clock it all change. Out of no where it started pouring rain and I mean hardcore, it rained so hard so fast that the streets were flooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got home I was SHOCK to see the lawn covered in what looked to be like snow, but it was hail, a good 3 or so inches of it. And in another city 45 minutes away from me there were several tornado's that touch ground, flipping over a train car in the process. Oh and yesterday it was extremely windy.  It has been a CRAZY week, weather wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Some pictures of the hail storm that people took and sent in to a local news station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDdMgq84NSI/AAAAAAAAAno/O9vriav58XI/s1600-h/James_M_BaldwinPark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDdMgq84NSI/AAAAAAAAAno/O9vriav58XI/s200/James_M_BaldwinPark.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203712018619053346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDdMg684NTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/HMRjZb8kPF8/s1600-h/James_M_BaldwinPark4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDdMg684NTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/HMRjZb8kPF8/s200/James_M_BaldwinPark4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203712022914020658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDdMhK84NVI/AAAAAAAAAoA/iSQlGaUSDRI/s1600-h/Peter_G_BaldwinPark6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDdMhK84NVI/AAAAAAAAAoA/iSQlGaUSDRI/s200/Peter_G_BaldwinPark6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203712027208987986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDdMhK84NUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/tZQ59e6A0kg/s1600-h/Peter_G_BaldwinPark4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDdMhK84NUI/AAAAAAAAAn4/tZQ59e6A0kg/s200/Peter_G_BaldwinPark4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203712027208987970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the tornado that touch ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDZbz684NRI/AAAAAAAAAng/9S1Dq4Khgak/s1600-h/capt.7784d6778e4f42c697fc4dcb44190826.socal_weather_la116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDZbz684NRI/AAAAAAAAAng/9S1Dq4Khgak/s200/capt.7784d6778e4f42c697fc4dcb44190826.socal_weather_la116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203447367029241106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-2803838148376181331?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/2803838148376181331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=2803838148376181331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2803838148376181331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2803838148376181331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-weather.html' title='CRAZY weather'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDdMgq84NSI/AAAAAAAAAno/O9vriav58XI/s72-c/James_M_BaldwinPark.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-2479833538343245820</id><published>2008-05-21T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:34:18.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Waiters</title><content type='html'>I don't know what has been going on but the last few times I've gone out to eat, I have encountered some very hot waiters. It all started last Thursday when I took my cousin out for her birthday. We went to a restaurant in Beverly Hills called the &lt;a href="http://www.porterhousebistro.com/"&gt;Porterhouse Bistro&lt;/a&gt;. Not only was the the food GREAT all the waiters that I notice were SOOO hot. I had to be careful not to stare to much, didn't want to get caught by my cousin now...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this past weekend we went out again to a different restaurant and again the guy taking our order was soooo damn freaking hot. I don't know what it was about this guy but I could not stop staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on Monday I went out to lunch with the bosses and a few other co-workers and  it happen again, we got a very cute waiter.  This guy was so adorable and I don't know if it was just me but I kinda sorta got a vibe from him. I don't know how good my gaydar is but I swore I heard the alarms go off...lol. Throughout our lunch I stole a few glances here and there. He even caught me staring a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back to these places, great food and best of all GREAT eye candy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDPPxiX80YI/AAAAAAAAAnY/EyxQcQvtXzE/s1600-h/1356967213_7ff8621d6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDPPxiX80YI/AAAAAAAAAnY/EyxQcQvtXzE/s200/1356967213_7ff8621d6a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202730444490854786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-2479833538343245820?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/2479833538343245820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=2479833538343245820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2479833538343245820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2479833538343245820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-waiters.html' title='Hot Waiters'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SDPPxiX80YI/AAAAAAAAAnY/EyxQcQvtXzE/s72-c/1356967213_7ff8621d6a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-3669325071094932387</id><published>2008-05-03T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:23:44.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Road Trip</title><content type='html'>This weekend I am heading out to Las Vegas. One of my cousin's birthday is coming up, so we decided to celebrate it in Vegas. I'm excited, haven't been there in a while and plus I LOVE the outlets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3669325071094932387?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3669325071094932387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3669325071094932387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3669325071094932387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3669325071094932387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/05/mini-rode-trip.html' title='Mini Road Trip'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-6312336186581938963</id><published>2008-05-02T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:17:44.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got me a "Big Hunk"</title><content type='html'>I just got be a "Big Hunk" and tasted good too. Check him out...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grizzly_lightning/1339095115/"&gt;Big Hunk&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-6312336186581938963?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/6312336186581938963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=6312336186581938963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6312336186581938963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6312336186581938963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/05/got-me-big-hunk.html' title='Got me a &quot;Big Hunk&quot;'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8610400285505405927</id><published>2008-04-28T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:14:44.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Nervous</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow is my big presentation that I have to do, to update other teams on some of the things that we have been working on. I was not to nervous because I have done tons of presentation in COLLEGE, but that was school completely different environment . This is the real world and some of the people tomorrow are VERY educated and will be watching everything I do and say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot to mention there are going to be around 75  or so people there.  Sure I'm not nervous....LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SBaEgOTzESI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zFWNfx4HFeQ/s1600-h/482738009_de9b14f969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SBaEgOTzESI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zFWNfx4HFeQ/s200/482738009_de9b14f969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194484909350261026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8610400285505405927?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8610400285505405927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8610400285505405927&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8610400285505405927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8610400285505405927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-nervous.html' title='Getting Nervous'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/SBaEgOTzESI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zFWNfx4HFeQ/s72-c/482738009_de9b14f969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5468477204104514926</id><published>2008-04-23T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:34:21.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Scientists Isolate Christian Gene</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCzbNkyXO50&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCzbNkyXO50&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5468477204104514926?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5468477204104514926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5468477204104514926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5468477204104514926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5468477204104514926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/04/gay-scientists-isolate-christian-gene_23.html' title='Gay Scientists Isolate Christian Gene'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-3386928340616806716</id><published>2008-04-18T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:37:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift for Me</title><content type='html'>Since I have never really buy anything expensive for myself, I figured why not and plus I have been wanting a new watch for a while now so this was the perfect opportunity. I had been doing research online on a watch that is different from the one that I currently have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up finding a few that I liked, but never had to time to go into the stores to try them on.  So a few days ago I finally had some time and after about a few hours of walking around the entire mall and trying on every watch that I found online, I finally made my decision.  Of course this is the most expensive item (to wear) that I have ever bought, but whatevers its a one time buy and I'll wear it to work everyday so it's totally worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3386928340616806716?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3386928340616806716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3386928340616806716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3386928340616806716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3386928340616806716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/04/gift-for-me.html' title='A Gift for Me'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-7114086272783100384</id><published>2008-04-14T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:08:42.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought about it...</title><content type='html'>Ever since my friends and I graduated college it has been REALLY hard for us to get together, even for a quick dinner. With everyone either going back to school, working or busy with their boyfriends or husbands. On the RARE occasion we do get together it's pretty much playing catch up with everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday we had one of those rare dinner's, it was just me and my girls (yes, all those who I consider my closest/best friends are all girls...haha). During dinner, I thought to myself this would be the perfect time to come out all of them are right there and I would get it done and over with in one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I came to my sense and realize how crazy that would be to come out to all of them at once. First of all I would not be able to handle the pressure with everyone there at the same time and would probably run out of the restaurant like a little bitch...haha jk. Secondly I figure what's the point it really makes no difference if they know or not, I hardly see them and I don't want things to be awkward when we do get together. That's my excuse, for now, and I'm sticking to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-7114086272783100384?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/7114086272783100384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=7114086272783100384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7114086272783100384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7114086272783100384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/04/thought-about-it.html' title='Thought about it...'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8707418038001913305</id><published>2008-04-09T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:31:51.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about the hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fBQnqf4ejQM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fBQnqf4ejQM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8707418038001913305?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8707418038001913305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8707418038001913305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8707418038001913305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8707418038001913305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-about-hands.html' title='All about the hands'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-7861592258889033402</id><published>2008-03-29T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:42:31.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog about, but I wanted to give a shout out to the boys that were in town last week, K and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Troy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. It was awesome hanging out and being able to hit up the bars/clubs with a group of guys.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Troy, I had a blast going to see Margaret Cho with you and David. I laugh so much my stomach started to hurt.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ihavetoadmitit.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-pics-from-getty-museum.html"&gt;K&lt;/a&gt;, I never knew the &lt;a href="http://www.getty.edu/"&gt;Getty’s&lt;/a&gt; (aka Guy-ty) was such a great place to guy watch, never again will I see the Getty’s the same way….LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-7861592258889033402?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/7861592258889033402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=7861592258889033402&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7861592258889033402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7861592258889033402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-1668397806328697755</id><published>2008-03-18T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:25:37.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited!!!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention this on Sunday, but I am EXTREMELY excited that my alma mater has made it into the NCAA Basketball Tournament for the first time in  30 years. We probably don't have much of a chance to make it pass the first round but it's still exciting to just make the tournament, but I am hoping for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R998bushQ5I/AAAAAAAAAnI/_V6w06pZ0ic/s1600-h/08MBBsplashpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R998bushQ5I/AAAAAAAAAnI/_V6w06pZ0ic/s320/08MBBsplashpage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178994912332432274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-1668397806328697755?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1668397806328697755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1668397806328697755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1668397806328697755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1668397806328697755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/03/excited.html' title='Excited!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R998bushQ5I/AAAAAAAAAnI/_V6w06pZ0ic/s72-c/08MBBsplashpage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-3474137095353668923</id><published>2008-03-16T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:42:28.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are officially off the market</title><content type='html'>Seeing how the housing market is so great these days, my parents have decided to take our house off the market and now the house is full once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we decided to put the house on the market so my parents figure, to make the house more presentable and easier for buyers, they decided to move in with my aunt, she has an edition added to her house. So my parents, aunt and uncle (who lives with us) cleared out the house and left only my room. Even there I took all the big items over to the new house and just left things that I use/need.  That left the entire house all to myself and for a whole year I lived alone, which was GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few offers, none that we liked, and a year later this past January my parents moved back and now, as of today, my aunt and uncle also moved back. So things are back to the way it was before a full house and I love it don't get me wrong, but boy how I miss living alone....LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3474137095353668923?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3474137095353668923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3474137095353668923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3474137095353668923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3474137095353668923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-are-officially-off-market.html' title='We are officially off the market'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-3921437200808623387</id><published>2008-03-04T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:28:10.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new hottie in town!!!</title><content type='html'>While reading the sport section of the paper today, I was reminded of the trade that my team (the Angels) made this off season. And now there is another hottie in town who is also a pretty damn good pitcher as well (42 wins the past three seasons, for those who are interested…haha). The new pitcher is Jon Garland.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was a fan of him when he was with the White Sox, cause he’s a hottie; oh also because he’s good pitcher as well…LOL. But still hottie or not, I’m very excited for this baseball season.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R84gh64HFfI/AAAAAAAAAm4/186KPz7IQI8/s1600-h/384511494_2c10225226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R84gh64HFfI/AAAAAAAAAm4/186KPz7IQI8/s200/384511494_2c10225226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174108789007652338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R84gha4HFeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/a7mmYuaUMZ0/s1600-h/capt.4cd43761fd1847fb9576dc8a4fc2ef30.angels_brewers_spring_baseball_azpc104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R84gha4HFeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/a7mmYuaUMZ0/s200/capt.4cd43761fd1847fb9576dc8a4fc2ef30.angels_brewers_spring_baseball_azpc104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174108780417717730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R84ghK4HFcI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SIf4GbpZAE0/s1600-h/shootout2006_garland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R84ghK4HFcI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SIf4GbpZAE0/s200/shootout2006_garland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174108776122750402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R84ghK4HFdI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZH1zJapsHio/s1600-h/capt.deec50dffafd4a98bcdbbc2259f22dd6.angels_spring_baseball_azer101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R84ghK4HFdI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZH1zJapsHio/s200/capt.deec50dffafd4a98bcdbbc2259f22dd6.angels_spring_baseball_azer101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174108776122750418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3921437200808623387?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3921437200808623387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3921437200808623387&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3921437200808623387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3921437200808623387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-hottie-in-town.html' title='A new hottie in town!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R84gh64HFfI/AAAAAAAAAm4/186KPz7IQI8/s72-c/384511494_2c10225226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5922779434077227875</id><published>2008-02-27T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:53:14.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Work Today</title><content type='html'>I donated blood today and as those of you who have donated or tried to donate before, knows that you have to fill out questions and one of those question is for male only; asked if you have had sex with another male. So that got me thinking does that mean WHEN I start to having sex with men I can no longer give blood, how fucked up is that and also how awkward would that be if they ask when was the last time you had sex with a man or something like that...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in the day we had a guy, that was SOOO freakin hot, come to present some things (he stetted up a booth and had info) . I could not stop staring he had blond hair, blues eyes, tall, built, just soo hot. And even though he was wearing a shirt and tie (which made him look even hotter) you can tell he works out; he had nice arms, shoulders, pecs etc... I tried my best to look at his name tag and found out his name was Craig, but could not see his last name. I didn't want to stare to much because I know he caught me looking a little to long a few times and gave me a slight smile. (yeah I know wishful thinking...lol) But later I found out that he usually comes once a month so I can't wait for next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5922779434077227875?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5922779434077227875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5922779434077227875&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5922779434077227875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5922779434077227875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/02/at-work-today.html' title='At Work Today'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-4040815701944790287</id><published>2008-02-21T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:36:38.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when...</title><content type='html'>Just when I said I had nothing going on, last night the help did not come in and he didn't let us know in time, so that meant my dad had to stay up all night with no sleep and I tried to help him the best I could. But since my dad was working over night meant my mom had to come in earlier and she would need my help. So I got home from helping my dad at around 1am and I had to be up to help my mom at 6am. I helped her for a few hours then went to my new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got there my boss told me that my new laptop finally came in so I was excited about that and I was super busy at work as well didn't have much time to sit down and when I did sit down it was for a 3 hour meeting. After I got off that job I went straight back to my parents so my mom can go home and get some rest, she was there all day and have not been feeling well these past few days. So I just got home and realize that between the two jobs, I have worked about 16 hours today. It was a LONG day...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-4040815701944790287?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/4040815701944790287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=4040815701944790287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4040815701944790287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4040815701944790287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-when.html' title='Just when...'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5179448912841924549</id><published>2008-02-20T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:20:30.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing!!!</title><content type='html'>I really have nothing blog worthy going on right now. All I do is work then once I get off the new job I go to the old job for a few hours. Nothing exciting to report, sadly 97% of the people that I work with are women, so I have no crushes going on at work, which I guess is a good thing...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5179448912841924549?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5179448912841924549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5179448912841924549&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5179448912841924549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5179448912841924549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing.html' title='Nothing!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8600793650917647866</id><published>2008-02-06T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:57:22.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Tuesday Night</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay guys, I've been busy with work and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways last Tuesday, Chris (a blog reader) was in town so him, JR and myself decided last minute to go to a bar/club called &lt;a href="http://mjsbar.com/"&gt;MJ's&lt;/a&gt;. We got there around 10:30 and there was a line, can you believe that on a Tuesday night. While waiting in line, there was a guy in front of us that I thought was pretty cute, although JR and Chris had their own opinions...lol.  Once we got in, the first thing we notice were the go go dancers on small stages through out the club. That was my first time being that close to male go go dancers. So we got our drinks and made are rounds around the place a few times. And eventually ended up on the dance floor, now this is where it gets interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dance floor is where we see the cute guy from the line, so JR and Chris were pushing me to go up to him and dance and/or talk to him. As we slowly made our way towards him, I did not have the balls to go up to him what so ever. So after a few minutes of me not doing anything, but just randomly dancing, we started to leave the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As JR and Chris were leaving a guy came up to me and started dancing all up on me, so I was like alright and went with it. Then his friend came and started dancing with us as well, I eventually was sandwich between the two of them. We dance/grind up on each other for a while before the friend in front of me went to dance with another friend and I was left with the one behind me. That is when it started getting a little hot, as we were dancing he took my hand and put it on his crotch. So since my hand was there what is a guy to do but squeeze and rub it, through his pants of course. Then I squeeze his ass for a while, he held my hand for a bit and then took it back to his package. Oh and while all this was going on down there we were still dancing and he was biting my ear and also had his other hand up my shirt. We did that for a while and I eventually turned around so that we were face to face and then it just happened, we started kissing right there on the dance floor, he bit my ear for a little then went back to kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually stopped, he told me his name (David), then told me to wait there while he went to look for his friends, I told him I had to go look for my friends as well and we went our separate way, so that was my first man kiss, didn't think it would happen that way, I at least thought I would know the guys name first but ehh oh well...haha. And that was my Tuesday night, last week, how was your Tuesday night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8600793650917647866?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8600793650917647866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8600793650917647866&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8600793650917647866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8600793650917647866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-tuesday-night.html' title='Last Tuesday Night'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5752159588288051165</id><published>2008-02-03T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:22:41.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes the girls go crazy!!!</title><content type='html'>After I got out of work today I went to the Kenneth Cole store to get their cologne.  But I could not decide between the Kenneth Cole Reaction or Kenneth Cole Black. So I ask the sales guy, who was pretty cute, which one does he prefers.  And right away he said Kenneth Cole Reaction he said and I quote "It makes the girls go crazy" and went on saying that he has seen ladies go into the store just to smell it. While he was saying this I was thinking to myself; "Is there anything that makes the boys go crazy"...haha. So I ended up getting the Reaction because we all know how much I want the ladies to go crazy around me...lol. But I still like the Black so I will probably end up getting that one as well, I hope that one will make the boys go crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5752159588288051165?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5752159588288051165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5752159588288051165&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5752159588288051165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5752159588288051165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-makes-girls-go-crazy.html' title='It makes the girls go crazy!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8848895192155747134</id><published>2008-01-30T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:13:01.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning I attended a meeting at work, it had nothing to do with my project, but I went to introduce myself because I will be working with some of these people and also to observe how meetings are run. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So as I expected I was the only guy there but surprisingly a few of the women were around my age, compared to the meeting I had last week where they were all pretty old. Through out the meeting they kept on mentioning another guy about his duties and that he is going to be late for this meeting and what not. Then I thought to myself “alright there is another guy I hope he is cute”…haha but I really like the guys name; Jomari, it was on the hand outs.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thirty minutes into the meeting in comes Jomari and to my surprise he was pretty cute. Young (early 20’s) Filipino guy, slim with a nice build and sat right across from me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At one point during the meeting we caught eye and he gave me a slight smile with a little nod, since I’m new and he knows everyone else.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought it would have been difficult for me to pay attention since I didn’t get home until 3 am and was up by 7 am, but the meeting was pretty interesting and of course it helped that he sat right in front of me…haha &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I will post about the events that occurred last night, hopefully by tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t anything as intense as others…lol (*cough &lt;a href="http://ihavetoadmitit.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-much-to-discuss.html"&gt;K&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gayjay.blogspot.com/2008/01/337-real-world-blogger-edition.html"&gt;Jay&lt;/a&gt; cough*), but it was still fun, involved a little kissing and groping…haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8848895192155747134?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8848895192155747134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8848895192155747134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8848895192155747134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8848895192155747134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/01/meeting-cutie.html' title='Meeting Cutie'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8470470944653979500</id><published>2008-01-27T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:49:23.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I am so tired right now. Yesterday morning I was woken up at around 6 am, I had to go into work to help my mom because my dad could not get up, everytime he gets up he would get very dizzy and also said his head feels heavy. This is getting us a little worried because it is very unlike him to get like that. So yesterday afternoon I took him to urgent care and the doctor prescribed him some meds, hopefully they will help. After we got back from the hospital, I went back to work to help my mom with some things so she won’t have to do it, before I headed out for the night.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a HORRIBLE night to go out. It started out as a nice beautiful day, the sky was clear the sun was out, then 6 o’clock rolls in and bam clouds minutes later it started raining and didn’t stop for the rest of the night. I’ll post about the night later. But I just wanted to give a shout out to Chris and say sorry that your first experience in LA was so bad, but it was nice to meet you. Hopefully we can hang out one more time before you leave.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I got home this morning around 4 am and had to be at work at 7 am. We were hoping that my dad would feel better to come into work this morning, but he wasn’t 100% and we didn’t want to take any chances of it getting worst so I said I would come in. That is why I am so tired right now at work; I am going on less than 3 hour sleep. End vent….haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R50mOFMACJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/hof4yrHc1qA/s1600-h/5tired349089068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R50mOFMACJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/hof4yrHc1qA/s320/5tired349089068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160322771388991634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8470470944653979500?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8470470944653979500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8470470944653979500&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8470470944653979500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8470470944653979500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R50mOFMACJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/hof4yrHc1qA/s72-c/5tired349089068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-6492579658366064493</id><published>2008-01-19T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T09:48:38.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happened Again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went in for a health screening for my new job. I was sitting in the waiting area for my name to be called along with three other women. So the nurse comes out glances at me as she walks by, goes up to the three women and says my name. I had a feeling that was going to happen because I was there before the other ladies, so when I stood up and said thats me, she was shock and gave me a huge smile as though to say you are not what I was expecting...haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say my name is distinct, but when people see it; what they are expecting is something very different than what they get...lol. It always makes me laugh to see peoples reactions, and this has happen to me multiple times though out college and especially in a doctor/hospital setting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-6492579658366064493?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/6492579658366064493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=6492579658366064493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6492579658366064493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6492579658366064493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/01/happened-again.html' title='Happened Again'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5312874445229274086</id><published>2008-01-15T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:10:20.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want a New Labtop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For a while now I have wanted a new lab top. The one I currently have is old, outdated heavy, ugly; the list goes on…haha. So I have been debating between a Dell and a MacBook (I know the answer that many of you will say…lol). But I still can not decide, until today, when I saw &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookair/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Now I am leaning a little more towards an Apple but the price is a little steep and I also want to see what it looks like in person first. Hopefully they will have it at the Apple Store. Then I will make my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5312874445229274086?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5312874445229274086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5312874445229274086&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5312874445229274086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5312874445229274086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-new-labtop.html' title='I Want a New Labtop'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5495688938362837189</id><published>2008-01-14T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:20:33.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, I finally got the phone call that I have been waiting for. Last week I had another interview with a company that I had interviewed with before, but this was for a different position and today they called me back and offered me the job. My expected start date is Feb. 4, but they are trying to get me in sooner. I am really excited and a little nervous I hope I can live up and exceed their expectations of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5495688938362837189?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5495688938362837189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5495688938362837189&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5495688938362837189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5495688938362837189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5712728967911046613</id><published>2008-01-07T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:37:10.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support Gay Marriage</title><content type='html'>I was searching YouTube for this song and I came across this video. It's a good video and plus I like the song, which I think fits perfectly with the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Rc0SfLxl4E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Rc0SfLxl4E&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5712728967911046613?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5712728967911046613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5712728967911046613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5712728967911046613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5712728967911046613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/01/gay-marriage.html' title='Support Gay Marriage'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-6525652426000540900</id><published>2008-01-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:18:22.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Blogiversary</title><content type='html'>I just realize on this day one year ago I posted for the first time. I can't believe it has already been a year since I started this blog and that I actually kept it up. I can truly say that this blog as changed my life, although I have not made any progress what so ever with the whole coming out deal. I have met (through emails and AIM) and became friends with some awesome guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all my readers out there, I know my blog is extremely boring so thanks for sticking with me this past year. Hopefully this year will be a little more exciting, but don't hold your breath...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-6525652426000540900?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/6525652426000540900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=6525652426000540900&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6525652426000540900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6525652426000540900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-year-blogiversary.html' title='One Year Blogiversary'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-6447773333851598059</id><published>2008-01-01T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:41:02.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a fun and safe time last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be my year, this is the year that I will FINALLY get a real job, reach my goal weight and/or size (and look freaking hot lol...jk) and come out to EVERYONE and their moms...haha. Ok maybe not everyone, but at least one or two people I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-6447773333851598059?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/6447773333851598059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=6447773333851598059&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6447773333851598059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6447773333851598059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5361706800745022458</id><published>2007-12-29T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:26:15.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just PERFECT!!!</title><content type='html'>After I work out I always go into the sauna for 10-15 minutes and tonight was no different. But when I walked in tonight I saw a very hot guy with the most PERFECT body that I have ever seen in person. His body had a PERFECT amount of muscles his arms, pecks, abs, shoulders, back everything was just beautifully perfect and also had perfectly smooth skin. I have never seen him at the gym before, but you can be sure that I will keep an eye out for him from now on. He was so sexy/hot with a buzz hair cut and that body...I can't get over his body...ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5361706800745022458?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5361706800745022458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5361706800745022458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5361706800745022458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5361706800745022458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-perfect.html' title='Just PERFECT!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-6157053451913790772</id><published>2007-12-28T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:58:58.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Forgot</title><content type='html'>I completely forgot to mention the personal trainer I saw at the Abby. At my gym I always see this personal trainer that I find cute, not hot or sexy but really cute, if that makes any sense. Anyways I always had a feeling that he might be a mo, but it was just a feeling because he does not look or act gay from what I can tell. So I just admire/stare every time I see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night, as we were doing our rounds around the bar, who do I see, thats right the personal trainer(I haven't got close enough at the gym to see his name tag...haha) and I immediately point him out to JR. Of course this was right after the Jake situation and JR was still high off of him so he didn't pay much attention (it's ok, JR I completely understand...lol). I don't know if he saw me, but I hope he did and will remember me the next time I see him at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had completely forgot to mention this and the only reason I remembered is because I just saw him at the time right now working with a client as I was walking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOUT OUT...just wanted to give a shout out to a new blog. &lt;a href="http://comingtotermswithit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coming To Terms With "IT"&lt;/a&gt; He is going through the same things many of us are going through although he has progress much more than I have, which is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-6157053451913790772?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/6157053451913790772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=6157053451913790772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6157053451913790772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6157053451913790772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-forgot.html' title='I Forgot'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5849577742595127595</id><published>2007-12-27T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:48:56.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I finally went to my first gay bar with a fellow blogger. I have been waiting for JR from Nothing Golden Stays to post about it because he sums it up perfectly. So please head over to read his post &lt;a href="http://nothinggoldenstays.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-what-night.html"&gt;Oh, what a night&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5849577742595127595?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5849577742595127595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5849577742595127595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5849577742595127595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5849577742595127595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/12/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8643051482034663008</id><published>2007-12-26T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:37:03.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Parade</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a wonderful and safe Christmas. Since it was fairly warm out here we had a Christmas BBQ, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just got back from decorating floats for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rose_Parade"&gt;Rose Parade&lt;/a&gt;. During high school we use to go every year, but once we all went to college we stop. But now since everyone is done with school we have time to do it again. The float we worked on looks amazing in the drawing and we did lots of detail work today, I can't wait to see the finish product. Oh and one of the local news station was there and as I am typing this, I just saw myself on television, even though it was for like 2 seconds two different times, it still me...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep an eye out for the float I worked on it has dolphins on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some floats I have worked on in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R3NUWlokKJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/JA_mkBPQFMQ/s1600-h/float.l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R3NUWlokKJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/JA_mkBPQFMQ/s200/float.l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148551546050717842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R3NUWlokKII/AAAAAAAAAlY/NuRMagPO9tQ/s1600-h/RIP+Y2K+Bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R3NUWlokKII/AAAAAAAAAlY/NuRMagPO9tQ/s200/RIP+Y2K+Bug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148551546050717826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R3NUW1okKKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3O2rZrRksDo/s1600-h/Eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R3NUW1okKKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3O2rZrRksDo/s200/Eagle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148551550345685154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Worked on her necklace...worked on the computer screen...worked on the flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8643051482034663008?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8643051482034663008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8643051482034663008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8643051482034663008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8643051482034663008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/12/rose-parade.html' title='Rose Parade'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R3NUWlokKJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/JA_mkBPQFMQ/s72-c/float.l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-1325062799600974540</id><published>2007-12-19T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:47:03.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new smell...</title><content type='html'>After I got out of work tonight, I decided to go to Macy's to look around to see if there was anything good on sale. When I happen to walk by the men fragrances counter and since I have been wanting to get a new cologne, this was perfect.   I need a new smell because I'm getting tired with the one I use. So after circling the counters a few times I was finally able to narrow my choices down to 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are: &lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=9258&amp;amp;PseudoCat=se-xx-xx-xx.esn_results"&gt;Acqua Di Gio&lt;/a&gt; (Thanks K), &lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=131287&amp;amp;PseudoCat=se-xx-xx-xx.esn_results"&gt;Kenneth Cole Reaction&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=102983&amp;amp;CategoryID=30181&amp;amp;LinkType=EverGreen"&gt;Kenneth Cole Black&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=194074&amp;amp;CategoryID=30161&amp;amp;LinkType=EverGreen"&gt;Nautica Voyage&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=227946&amp;amp;CategoryID=30161&amp;amp;LinkType=EverGreen"&gt;Guess Man&lt;/a&gt;. I like them all so which one do you guys recommend I should get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh while I was circling the counters. I walked by these two ladies and one of them said to her friend "Oh smell him, he smells good" they both look at me, I just laugh and smile back. Then she turns back to her friend and says "Go smell him, I don't know what he's wearing but when he walked by it smelled really fresh." The funny thing is I wasn't wearing any cologne...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-1325062799600974540?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1325062799600974540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1325062799600974540&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1325062799600974540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1325062799600974540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-smell.html' title='A new smell...'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8973993227517386131</id><published>2007-12-19T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:09:48.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Sweater Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last Saturday my friend was having her first annual Ugly Sweater Christmas Party at her place, she just bought a house. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But this was not an ordinary Ugly Sweater Christmas Party; we had to follow one of the three criteria: &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 – Wear a beautifully ugly Christmas sweater&lt;br /&gt;2 – Bring a bottle of wine or any other form of alcohol&lt;br /&gt;3 – Donate $10, she is running in the LA Marathon and the money will go to Aids Foundation&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since I did not find any ugly sweaters and was too lazy to make one and I already donated, I decided to bring a bottle of wine. I had two bottles of wine and a bottle of vodka, which from a distance looks like wine, it was green vodka so I brought that just because it looked more Christmassy. Oh and since that day I just happen to baking cookies for another friend, because she was going to a cookie party, I didn’t even know those exist. But anyways I baked a little extra to take to the party along with my bottle of vodka. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The party started at 8, I got there around 9ish and of course I’m like the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; person there. She had wanted to make the party “classy” so there was a wide variety of cheese and crackers, hence why she wanted everyone to bring wine, to bad I didn’t. But it didn’t matter because there were TONS of wine and as the night progress and more people showed up there were also a few cases of beer, which came in handy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of the sweaters people were wearing were wonderfully ugly, a few of my friends didn’t find anything in the guys section so they got sweaters from the women section, it was hilarious. Eventually the party went outside in the freaking cold (it was around 45 degrees, yes that is freaking cold for us Southern Californian) where the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beer_Pong"&gt;Beer Pong&lt;/a&gt; tournament was being held, so much for the “classy” party. I teamed up with a friend of my friend, he was pretty cute and we chatted through out the night to bad was TOTALLY straight…haha we went up against two of my girl friends and yeah we kicked there asses, so they had to drink all of our beers as well. After a few rounds of that we went back inside to have more cheese, crackers and wine. Then everyone started playing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kings_%28drinking_game%29"&gt;Kings&lt;/a&gt; and enjoying each others company, many in a drunken state. Just like the good old college days…lol.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eventually everyone started to leave and only a few of us were left, so we started to help her clean up. It was a brand new house after all and we didn’t want to leave a mess. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was gathering up the bottles of wine and found out that we finished around 22 bottles with 6 or so half full and also finished around two cases of beer. It was one very “classy” party…lol.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh and there were a few cuties, but all I could do was look from time to time, many of my friends were there after all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8973993227517386131?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8973993227517386131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8973993227517386131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8973993227517386131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8973993227517386131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/12/ugly-sweater-christmas-party.html' title='Ugly Sweater Christmas Party'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-1745830051776049864</id><published>2007-12-13T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:53:29.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning I was on my way to pick up my new glasses. While waiting at a stop light I happen to look over to the car next to me, which happen to be a girl driving, pretty cute too if I swung that way…haha and what she did took me by surprise, she waved and smiled at me. I was in complete SHOCK never in my ENTIRE life as that ever happen to me. Her window was rolled down but mine was up, so I couldn’t hear what she was saying, so I just smiled and waved back but then the light turned green so we went our way. I wished it would have been a hot guy cause then I would have screwed the green light and would have rolled down my window…lol &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then I was thinking she must have not been wearing her glasses, either that, or she needs a stronger prescription for her contacts because things like that just don’t happen to me…lol.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Btw I LOVE my new &lt;a href="http://oakley.com/pd/1160/2307"&gt;glasses&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-1745830051776049864?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1745830051776049864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1745830051776049864&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1745830051776049864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1745830051776049864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/12/shock.html' title='Shock!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-4953014014817259397</id><published>2007-12-10T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:28:00.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>During my little cousins birthday party yesterday my cousin’s wife had mention that she needed to baked 6 dozen cookies for Wednesday and didn’t know how she is going to find the time and place to baked them, their house is being remodeled. So I offered to bake them for her. So now I have to bake 6 dozen cookies tomorrow so she can pick them up tomorrow night.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you hadn’t already notice I enjoy baking, it takes my mind off of things in life…lol&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R14Dsf7oZYI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bophVKvmemE/s1600-h/dave_mirra_milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R14Dsf7oZYI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bophVKvmemE/s200/dave_mirra_milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142551887524423042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-4953014014817259397?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/4953014014817259397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=4953014014817259397&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4953014014817259397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4953014014817259397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/12/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R14Dsf7oZYI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bophVKvmemE/s72-c/dave_mirra_milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-7100570413876325480</id><published>2007-12-09T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:32:37.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing!!!</title><content type='html'>I have done absolutely NOTHING lately, so I don't have a thing to post.  The only thing remotely interesting I've done is baked a few cakes for my little cousin's birthday today. Yeah I know my life is pathetic...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**EDIT: This is a picture of the cakes I made (from scratch if I may add....lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R1zrRf7oZXI/AAAAAAAAAlA/6nrPQsWag2E/s1600-h/cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R1zrRf7oZXI/AAAAAAAAAlA/6nrPQsWag2E/s200/cakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142243560412177778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-7100570413876325480?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/7100570413876325480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=7100570413876325480&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7100570413876325480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7100570413876325480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing.html' title='Nothing!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R1zrRf7oZXI/AAAAAAAAAlA/6nrPQsWag2E/s72-c/cakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8035968402391909426</id><published>2007-11-30T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:51:30.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's RAINING!!!</title><content type='html'>It is FINALLY raining here and I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R1BboFcDHrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/RadoWmMR3VI/s1600-R/ss_raining_men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R1BboFcDHrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/3rEb4MhU0qU/s200/ss_raining_men.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138707919042453170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8035968402391909426?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8035968402391909426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8035968402391909426&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8035968402391909426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8035968402391909426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-raining.html' title='It&apos;s RAINING!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R1BboFcDHrI/AAAAAAAAAk4/3rEb4MhU0qU/s72-c/ss_raining_men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-1299523789207258735</id><published>2007-11-25T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:10:33.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>To those of you who celebrate turkey day, I hope everyone had a good one. Although everything went very well with the Thanksgiving dinner I prepared, I was very disappointed with my turkey. Every year I take pride in my turkey being very moist and juicy, but that was not the case this year. I don't know what happen I did the exact same thing I do every year, the only thing that was different was that I finish a little to early so it sat around for a good hour. At least the whole turkey wasn't dry just the breast, but nothing a little gravy couldn't fix. Other than that problem the dinner went great, I got everything made that I wanted to even had time to mix up a few martini's for the family...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Thanksgiving my cousin's and I always go shopping, this year I didn't get very much just a pair of jeans and a few shirts. But the one thing that I have been wanting were a new pair of prescriptive glasses and I finally got them. I got some Oakley's glasses, although I wanted black frames these are close enough. I wanted something different from the glasses I have now which are sliver. Another thing that I love about these glasses is the case that it came in, it is a metal case. Can't wait to get the lens for them.&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R0pwFFcDHnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PQoIxns1EBs/s1600-h/457efdb5b2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R0pwFFcDHnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PQoIxns1EBs/s200/457efdb5b2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137041557630951026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R0pwFVcDHoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jspvHEZzSdw/s1600-h/421f59a6abb5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R0pwFVcDHoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jspvHEZzSdw/s200/421f59a6abb5f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137041561925918338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R0xde1cDHqI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yphJ-N-qLyY/s1600-h/457efdb5b2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R0xde1cDHqI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yphJ-N-qLyY/s200/457efdb5b2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137584059245076130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R0xdelcDHpI/AAAAAAAAAko/G5ci7mC4VzA/s1600-h/421f59a6abb5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R0xdelcDHpI/AAAAAAAAAko/G5ci7mC4VzA/s200/421f59a6abb5f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137584054950108818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;           * These are the glasses that I got and thats the case called the "metal vault" that it came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-1299523789207258735?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1299523789207258735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1299523789207258735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1299523789207258735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1299523789207258735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/11/disappointed_25.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/R0pwFFcDHnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PQoIxns1EBs/s72-c/457efdb5b2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5899409793646691995</id><published>2007-11-20T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:10:44.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the past few days I was and still am, back on my 12 hour work day and DAMN my  parents and I are getting really tired. And I have to cook Thanksgiving dinner in a few days as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5899409793646691995?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5899409793646691995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5899409793646691995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5899409793646691995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5899409793646691995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/11/ugh.html' title='UGH!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-2422480459404315056</id><published>2007-11-12T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:13:39.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Weight</title><content type='html'>Friday was my last day with the crazy work hours, so once I got off I went to dinner with some friends. While going through the menu I notice they had a new drink, Pomegranate Mojito. After seeing that I got a sudden craving for one. It was really good, but after a few rather big cups I started to "feel it". Not buzz or anything but just the feeling when you began to feel the alcohol setting in (if that makes any sense). I was in COMPLETE shock, this was the first time since I've lost weight that I went out drinking, haven't gone in a long ass time. Before, with the extra weight, I could hold my alcohol very well, it takes a lot to get me buzz. But I guess it's another consequence of losing weight,  I am now sadly a light weight...drinker that is...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RziXWltRKcI/AAAAAAAAAj4/IsimM0aGioA/s1600-h/150941622_0c32773089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RziXWltRKcI/AAAAAAAAAj4/IsimM0aGioA/s200/150941622_0c32773089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132018189723576770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**It's not a pic from our dinner, but thats exactly the size of the ones I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6412058045700633607-2422480459404315056?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/2422480459404315056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=2422480459404315056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2422480459404315056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2422480459404315056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/11/light-weight.html' title='Light Weight'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RziXWltRKcI/AAAAAAAAAj4/IsimM0aGioA/s72-c/150941622_0c32773089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-524039067565593644</id><published>2007-11-06T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:28:11.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tired!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the past few days I have been working 10-12 hour shifts. Our employee is sick so that means my dad has to take over the grave yard shift. So if I don’t work more hours my parents will NOT have any time to rest what so ever (yes it’s a family business). I don’t mind working more, if it means my parents can get at least a few hours off a day, but now it is starting to get to me. I am soo tired when I get home; I haven’t gone to the gym in a few days and feel so blahh, I have tons of emails to go through and I am so behind on my blog roll. According to the reader as of this moment I have 40 posting to read. I want to read them all, but when I get home I jump in the shower and knock out. Hopefully our employee gets better soon so everything can go back to the way it was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-524039067565593644?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/524039067565593644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=524039067565593644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/524039067565593644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/524039067565593644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-tired.html' title='So Tired!!!'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-4276367457280154277</id><published>2007-11-04T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:38:53.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the junk in my trunk?</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I had purchase a pair of jeans that, at the time, fitted perfectly. They were very comfortable and were tight at just the right spot to accent the behind. But I haven’t worn them in a while because I have lost more weight since I bought them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Yesterday morning I needed to run some errands before work, so I decided to see how lose they were. As I went to put them on I didn’t even need to unbutton it, they were so lose that I had to wear shorts underneath in attempt to make them tighter, but it didn’t help very much. So I pulled my belt to make them as tight as possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And as I looked in the mirror I notice that my ass is completely GONE, now there are just pants. With the weight lose sadly I have also lost my junk in the trunk; I guess that is the consequences of losing weight…haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12HAZnjGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Eb7kxNY8Pzw/s1600-h/B_p2223812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12HAZnjGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Eb7kxNY8Pzw/s200/B_p2223812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128885413383474274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12HQZnjHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Adzq4IyRPJM/s1600-h/Burbank---1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12HQZnjHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Adzq4IyRPJM/s200/Burbank---1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128885417678441586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12GQZnjFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/jh0TvSXyrnQ/s1600-h/1%2B%2838%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12GQZnjFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/jh0TvSXyrnQ/s200/1%2B%2838%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128885400498572370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12wAZnjKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/XC3wK0MHlaA/s1600-h/P5176103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12wAZnjKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/XC3wK0MHlaA/s200/P5176103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128886117758110882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12vwZnjJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/2HI7lje1quo/s1600-h/nix14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12vwZnjJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/2HI7lje1quo/s200/nix14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128886113463143570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12vgZnjII/AAAAAAAAAjg/rKEeJImlias/s1600-h/butts43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12vgZnjII/AAAAAAAAAjg/rKEeJImlias/s200/butts43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128886109168176258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-4276367457280154277?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/4276367457280154277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=4276367457280154277&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4276367457280154277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4276367457280154277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/11/wheres-junk-in-my-trunk.html' title='Where&apos;s the junk in my trunk?'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Ry12HAZnjGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Eb7kxNY8Pzw/s72-c/B_p2223812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-986980946823801338</id><published>2007-10-28T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T17:54:26.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nordstrom Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I at Nordstrom buying a shirt (on sale of course…haha) and I had notice the guy at the register and thought he was pretty cute. Although what he was wearing I found pretty interesting/wrong, he was wearing a t-shirt with a vest over it and that didn’t look right, but maybe it’s just not my style. Well he asked if I was doing alright and if I needed any help, since the shirts I was looking at were right next to the registers and he was being nice. So I found the shirt that I wanted and took it up to the register and I pulled out my credit card, which is an Angels Baseball card. Once he saw it he said “Ahh the Angels” so I asked who his team is, he said the Yankees, so we were talking about everything that was going on with the team for a few minutes. And while we were chatting he was SLOWLY buttoning up the shirt and folding it neatly to put into the bag, if course I didn’t mind it gave me more time to stare at him…haha. But what I found interesting was that he actually walked around the counter to hand me the bag, and I notice before with other customers he would hand it over the counter. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To bad at that point my cousin came and was rushing me to go, so I couldn’t chat with him anymore, but it was fun for the good 5 or 10 minutes he was cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-986980946823801338?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/986980946823801338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=986980946823801338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/986980946823801338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/986980946823801338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/10/nordstrom-cutie.html' title='Nordstrom Cutie'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5441894982334203388</id><published>2007-10-28T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T17:47:23.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourist</title><content type='html'>Apparently last week my cousin in-law husband had a conference in a city 2 hours away from me, so she came with him, since her jobs allows her to take her work with her. Anyways on Friday they decided last minute to come visit us since it’s the first time her husband been to California, they live in Washington D.C. It was still early in the day and the family is going to get together for dinner, so we had a good few hours to kill. I asked them what they wanted to do/see, they didn’t care and since this was his first time here I figure we would do the touristy thing. So we went to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kodak_Theater"&gt;Kodak Theater&lt;/a&gt; walked around there had some really good cream puffs and people watch for a while (always fun to do). Then went next door to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grauman%27s_Chinese_Theatre"&gt;Grauman's Chinese Theatre&lt;/a&gt; to look and all the hand and foot prints, took tons of pictures with the stars along the sidewalk, then went to the souvenir store where they picked up some shot glasses. It was sort of fun, I’ve never done that before I really felt like a tourist…haha.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RyUr9gZnjCI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6yG52NRAlY8/s1600-h/CD0113-0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RyUr9gZnjCI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6yG52NRAlY8/s200/CD0113-0087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126552086500576290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RyUsQgZnjDI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-SHv9zqipsw/s1600-h/GraumansChineseTheatre-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RyUsQgZnjDI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-SHv9zqipsw/s200/GraumansChineseTheatre-s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126552412918090802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RyUsjgZnjEI/AAAAAAAAAjA/No-SvbVBEe8/s1600-h/hollywood_stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RyUsjgZnjEI/AAAAAAAAAjA/No-SvbVBEe8/s200/hollywood_stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126552739335605314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5441894982334203388?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5441894982334203388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5441894982334203388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5441894982334203388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5441894982334203388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/10/tourist_28.html' title='Tourist'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RyUr9gZnjCI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6yG52NRAlY8/s72-c/CD0113-0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-9186765235677166043</id><published>2007-10-26T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:23:08.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>InterviewSS</title><content type='html'>Today and yesterday has been very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got a call from a company that I had interviewed with MONTHS ago, but didn't get the job because they wanted to hire someone internally who already knew the system. Since my friend works there, she gave me the heads up on the position opening and set me up an interview for Monday. And this position is better than the one I previously interviewed for. So of course I was excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then today I received a phone call from an organization that I had interviewed with two &lt;a href="http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-it-went.html"&gt;months&lt;/a&gt; ago, I really wanted to work for but didn't get the job. I had applied for another position and this time the recruiter called, as appose to last time when it was a mass email. He said that he thinks I would be good for this position and since he already knows me we can skip the whole application filling out process because he is going to pull out my app from the last time. So I have another interview on Tuesday. I think this is a REALLY good sign that he actually called and remembers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, both places I have interviewed before and I am interviewing with the same people. But a second or third person maybe at each interview, so that is making me kind of nervous to be interviewed by multiple people. Hopefully it all goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-9186765235677166043?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/9186765235677166043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=9186765235677166043&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/9186765235677166043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/9186765235677166043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/10/interviewss.html' title='InterviewSS'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-9065337278532894154</id><published>2007-10-19T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:05:31.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abs</title><content type='html'>There was a very interesting sight at the gym tonight. So I was doing my thing with some weights and there were HOT two guys next to me, taking turns with weights as well.  While one of the guy was doing his reps out of no where his friend lifts up his shirt and flex his abs in the mirror (there are mirrors along the wall, like pretty much ever over gym)  and says something that I didn't hear because I had my head phones on. And when the guy lifting the weights finish he also lifted up his shirt and flex his abs.  I must say that was a pretty hot sight to have two hot guys comparing abs right in front of me. But if I had abs like they did I would be comparing/showing it off as well. I wonder if they compare anything else....haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RxmoiX2wfQI/AAAAAAAAAiY/P76MFyHnN7Q/s1600-h/pecs103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RxmoiX2wfQI/AAAAAAAAAiY/P76MFyHnN7Q/s200/pecs103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123311359583354114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RxmoiX2wfRI/AAAAAAAAAig/WlrJg--V444/s1600-h/pecs133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RxmoiX2wfRI/AAAAAAAAAig/WlrJg--V444/s200/pecs133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123311359583354130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RxmoTn2wfOI/AAAAAAAAAiI/z2cLWY3Owv4/s200/pecs10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123311106180283618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RxmoTX2wfNI/AAAAAAAAAiA/_qPux74TIAc/s1600-h/pecs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RxmoTX2wfNI/AAAAAAAAAiA/_qPux74TIAc/s200/pecs1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123311101885316306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-9065337278532894154?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/9065337278532894154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=9065337278532894154&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/9065337278532894154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/9065337278532894154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/10/abs.html' title='Abs'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RxmoiX2wfQI/AAAAAAAAAiY/P76MFyHnN7Q/s72-c/pecs103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-2896017688307942419</id><published>2007-10-13T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T18:28:59.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Am Not Gay"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ys9xn60IBXA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ys9xn60IBXA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-2896017688307942419?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/2896017688307942419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=2896017688307942419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2896017688307942419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2896017688307942419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-not-gay.html' title='&quot;I Am Not Gay&quot;'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8559820419834919708</id><published>2007-10-11T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:52:08.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manly</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after I got out of work I headed over to my cousin’s house to help him remove his driveway. When I got there he and a buddy of his were hacking away at the concrete using a jackhammer and sledgehammer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I jumped right in and started loading the broken pieces into a wheel barrel so I can take it to the rock bin that my cousin had rented.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During one of my numerous trips back and forth to the rock bin, while going up the ramp it popped up, so I ran right into the end of the ramp and hit my shin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right after it happen when I run my hand along my shin I could feel the dip where the wood met my leg, it felt pretty weird.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a while of doing that my cousin friend asked if I wanted to try the sledgehammer since he needed a little break from that. So I agreed to take over the job, it took me a few try’s before I got the hang of it, but once I did it was fun. I don’t know what it was but using a 16 pound sledgehammer to break up concrete felt pretty damn good (it made me feel so manly…lol) and was also great workout. But now I am so sore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rw620n2wfMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OPk4YjbvWdQ/s1600-h/159613721_3d4bfbf340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rw620n2wfMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OPk4YjbvWdQ/s320/159613721_3d4bfbf340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120230841534938306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8559820419834919708?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8559820419834919708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8559820419834919708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8559820419834919708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8559820419834919708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/10/manly.html' title='Manly'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rw620n2wfMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OPk4YjbvWdQ/s72-c/159613721_3d4bfbf340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-2926816417329785874</id><published>2007-10-10T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:42:26.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA: A Guide to Homosexuality</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdKKcUD8EeQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdKKcUD8EeQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-2926816417329785874?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/2926816417329785874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=2926816417329785874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2926816417329785874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2926816417329785874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/10/public-service-announcement-guide-to.html' title='PSA: A Guide to Homosexuality'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-6863487404757315317</id><published>2007-10-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:56:12.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial</title><content type='html'>Last week I was talking with one of my close friend sister-in-law and she had said that she was in a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt;.  This came as a complete shock to me because I knew she was no actress or anything. I sort of didn't believe her, but she really had no reason to lie to me. So this morning I get up, turn on the TV and the first commercial I see is who, you guess it was my friend sister-in-law. It is pretty cool to see someone you know on TV. I can't wait to talk to her again and get all the details, such as; how did she get the job, was she discovered walking down the street and what was the pay etc...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping an eye out for the commercial again, but I doubt I'll ever see it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-6863487404757315317?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/6863487404757315317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=6863487404757315317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6863487404757315317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6863487404757315317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/10/commercial.html' title='Commercial'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-1480554917635525408</id><published>2007-10-04T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:55:19.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night, before I went to the gym, I went by my best friend’s house to drop off some stuff for her aunt. She has been extremely busy at work so I haven’t seen or spoke to her in almost a month. As soon as I walked in the first thing she said/ask was did you lose more weight and that just made my day. Anyways we were chatting for a bit catching up with what is going on with each others lives and if we have spoken to anyone else, apparently all my friends are super busy. And at one point during convo I was REALLLY tempted to just come out to her right then and there. Over the past few months I have been contemplating coming out to her and last night would have been the perfect moment, but I didn’t. Sometimes I just want to be out already so I can just chill and relax when I’m around my friends. Then other times I get freaked out at the idea of someone knowing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a side note, I hope your feeling better &lt;a href="http://ihavetoadmitit.blogspot.com/"&gt;K&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-1480554917635525408?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1480554917635525408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1480554917635525408&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1480554917635525408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1480554917635525408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/10/tempted.html' title='Tempted'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-3737762715010985936</id><published>2007-09-28T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T17:00:59.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been thinking and I think I have pretty much outed myself to my best friend last week.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Background:&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago the aunt of my best friend, her husband was leaving for the navy. So they were having a going away dinner and my friend had asked me to make a few deserts for them. So I made a tiramisu, chocolate chip calzones and chocolate pistachio biscotti. A few weeks later I was at my friend’s house and her aunt came over, said thank you and that they really loved it. She also mentioned that when her husband comes back they are going to renew their vows and wanted the biscotti for give a ways. She asked me if I am able to make around 200 or so cookies and I said sure.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She emailed me asking if I had any ideas on how to pack the cookies to give them away. So last week I made some cookies and packed them a few different ways for her to choose from and they turned out really cute…haha.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that got me thinking, what normal “straight” guy would make cookies and pack them all cute and crap. So if my friends had been questioning about me, and I don’t know if they have, I think I have pretty much confirmed it. I maybe looking too much into it, but I can’t help it. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3737762715010985936?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3737762715010985936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3737762715010985936&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3737762715010985936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3737762715010985936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-thinking.html' title='Been Thinking'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-5261076540075816582</id><published>2007-09-23T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T18:48:04.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Dinner</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to post this a few days ago, but I forgot/was lazy. Anyways on Thursday something happened that I NEVER thought would happen when I started this blog months ago, and that is I met up with a fellow blogger for dinner. I met with Mike from &lt;a href="http://randomthoughtsinmylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Random Thoughts in My Life&lt;/a&gt;. He's a cool guy, dinner was good and after we just walked around the mall for awhile and chatted. It was fun and I hope we can do it again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5261076540075816582?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5261076540075816582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5261076540075816582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5261076540075816582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5261076540075816582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/09/blogger-dinner.html' title='Blogger Dinner'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-2382627046551052285</id><published>2007-09-17T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:56:02.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Viewing and Funeral</title><content type='html'>It was SOOO much harder than I thought it ever would be. I thought I would be able to hold back the tears, but as I approach her it came pouring and could not stop, along with everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-2382627046551052285?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/2382627046551052285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=2382627046551052285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2382627046551052285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2382627046551052285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/09/viewing-and-funeral.html' title='The Viewing and Funeral'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-7675545794689044549</id><published>2007-09-15T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:07:58.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I posted about &lt;a href="http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/sadscared.html"&gt;my friends mom&lt;/a&gt;, who was very sick and in the hospice. Well he just called my right now to tell me that she passed away on Wednesday night. And I don't know how to feel right now. We all knew it was coming and will only be a matter of time, in away I am kind of happy that she has pass and is now free of pain and suffering. She was in SOO much pain and you can totally see it. Even though she was unable to communciate with us you can tell that she was in a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said I don't know what to do or say or feel right now, I've never had someone close to me pass away before (thank god). Of all my friends parents I was the closest with her. The viewing is going to be tomorrow and the funeral is on Monday. I've NEVER been to a viewing and funeral before and I don't know why but I am a little scared, I don't know what to do.  Should I bring something to either and what should I wear, I don't want to wear anything inappropriate and disrespectful but at the same time I don't want to be over dress. (sorry I know its not appropriate to talk about what to wear right now, but I needed something to get my mind off it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-7675545794689044549?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/7675545794689044549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=7675545794689044549&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7675545794689044549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7675545794689044549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/09/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-1129984753924910398</id><published>2007-09-13T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:20:30.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN</title><content type='html'>Today, my cousin and I had planned on going to &lt;a href="http://www.sixflags.com/magicMountain/"&gt;Magic Mountain&lt;/a&gt;. So we were all excited on our drive there, which took like 40 mins. Once we arrived we notice that there were no cars and upon arrival at the gate we realize that they were closed.  We were shocked/piss, I mean come on what freakin theme park closes during they week. But apparently since it is off season they only open Friday, Saturday and Sunday. So since my cousin has these next few days off of work, we are going to try again tomorrow, hopefully they will be open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this weekend I was suppose to go to Vegas, but things didn't work out so the trip is canceled and that makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-1129984753924910398?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1129984753924910398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1129984753924910398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1129984753924910398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1129984753924910398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn.html' title='DAMN'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-2341470384288225012</id><published>2007-09-10T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:09:51.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarterbacks</title><content type='html'>Since, it's the start of a new NFL season here are some quarterbacks that I find pretty cute. In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGjoeIb5I/AAAAAAAAAho/firzLRvRquY/s1600-h/Matt+Leinart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGjoeIb5I/AAAAAAAAAho/firzLRvRquY/s200/Matt+Leinart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108637299039039378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGjYeIb4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/2rUPFy2zk1Q/s1600-h/Matt+Cassel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGjYeIb4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/2rUPFy2zk1Q/s200/Matt+Cassel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108637294744072066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWEUYeIbuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/twwdeNaDEQ4/s1600-h/Carson+Palmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWEUYeIbuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/twwdeNaDEQ4/s200/Carson+Palmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108634838022778594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Leinart...Matt Cassel...Carson Palmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGG4eIb3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/4LJdH5Dla7w/s1600-h/Rex+Grossman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGG4eIb3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/4LJdH5Dla7w/s200/Rex+Grossman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108636805117800306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGGoeIb2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nM3uyDa2gCk/s1600-h/Tony+Romo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGGoeIb2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nM3uyDa2gCk/s200/Tony+Romo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108636800822832994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWFgIeIbyI/AAAAAAAAAgw/L2Ptc49Xo2g/s1600-h/Peyton+Manning+%26+Drew+Brees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWFgIeIbyI/AAAAAAAAAgw/L2Ptc49Xo2g/s200/Peyton+Manning+%26+Drew+Brees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108636139397869346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rex Grossman...Tony Romo...Drew Brees &amp; Peyton Manning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWFgYeIb0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/93P0syuYIS4/s1600-h/Matt+Hasselbeck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWFgYeIb0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/93P0syuYIS4/s200/Matt+Hasselbeck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108636143692836674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGGoeIb1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/R3KghvdHt4Y/s1600-h/Tom+Brady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGGoeIb1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/R3KghvdHt4Y/s200/Tom+Brady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108636800822832978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGj4eIb6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/siUd2W1yETw/s1600-h/Joey+Harrington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGj4eIb6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/siUd2W1yETw/s200/Joey+Harrington.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108637303334006690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Hasselbeck...Tom Brady..Joey Harrington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWE-YeIbxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/a0waDINlBGA/s1600-h/Jeff+Garcia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWE-YeIbxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/a0waDINlBGA/s200/Jeff+Garcia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108635559577284370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWE-YeIbwI/AAAAAAAAAgg/-xqA4ZErDQw/s1600-h/Jake+Delhomme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWE-YeIbwI/AAAAAAAAAgg/-xqA4ZErDQw/s200/Jake+Delhomme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108635559577284354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWE-IeIbvI/AAAAAAAAAgY/boJBhE0oJR8/s1600-h/Eli+Manning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWE-IeIbvI/AAAAAAAAAgY/boJBhE0oJR8/s200/Eli+Manning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108635555282317042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Garcia...Jake Delhomme...Eli Manning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWEUIeIbsI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9yg5qnmKvCY/s1600-h/Ben+Roethlisberger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWEUIeIbsI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9yg5qnmKvCY/s200/Ben+Roethlisberger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108634833727811266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWEUYeIbtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/MSGJ35WuSgI/s1600-h/Brady+Quinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWEUYeIbtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/MSGJ35WuSgI/s200/Brady+Quinn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108634838022778578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWFgYeIbzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/j2HI_RQyjIU/s1600-h/Philip+Rivers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWFgYeIbzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/j2HI_RQyjIU/s200/Philip+Rivers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108636143692836658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Roethlisberger...Brady Quinn...Philip Rivers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-2341470384288225012?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/2341470384288225012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=2341470384288225012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2341470384288225012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2341470384288225012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/09/quarterbacks.html' title='Quarterbacks'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RuWGjoeIb5I/AAAAAAAAAho/firzLRvRquY/s72-c/Matt+Leinart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-4238141869389341838</id><published>2007-09-02T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:02:41.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night my cousins and I decided to go to the beach to grab some dinner. We went to the pier, where there are a bunch shops with a variety of seafood. We ordered a bunch of food and among them were oysters on the half shell. And these things were huge, normally when I have raw oysters I prefer the smaller ones they are usually sweeter and I don’t have to chew them, but these were so big that I had to chew it. Well anyways we were enjoying them and I got stuck with the largest of the bunch and as I was chewing I bit on something hard and thought to myself “ah great I just bit a piece of the shell”. So I spit it out and to my surprise it wasn’t a piece of shell at all but a baby pearl in the making. It was tiny, but no mistaking that it was a pearl, it was perfectly round and had the ivory pearl shine to it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After dinner and my discover, my cousins girlfriend said that some of her co-workers were going to a bar near by and said that there is a live band. So we decided to check it out, when we arrived it looked like a hole in the wall bar (my favorite type) but there were NO one outside the door, we were all thinking that it’s going to dead so we drove around to the other side and was shock to see tons of cars and a bunch of people outside, apparently the entrance is through the back…haha.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once inside, to my surprise it was FREAKIN hot, but there were TONS of hotties all over the place. The crowd seemed to be older college kid’s type and once we got some drinks (which were dirt cheap, the way I like it), found my cousins girlfriend co-workers and just hung out waiting for the band to comeback on stage. While the band was on their break they are blasting 80’s music, it was pretty cool we were just rocking to it, ll the while I kept looking around the room because like I said so much eye candy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the band came back on stage I notice that one of the guitar guys was really cute. He had a different look to him, he looked sort of old, but sort of young (if that makes any sense). I don’t know but he was really cute and I just stared at him for the rest of the night. After performing a few songs, which were really good, I was surprised again because apparently this was a special night and it was karaoke night with the live band. So people started going on stage, all were sing 80’s music some were good, some were bad and others made you want to jump off a cliff. In the end of the night I had a great time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh and btw as we were leaving the bar at around 2 AM it was a nice and warm 85 degrees outside. Much cooler than it is right now, as I type this post it is a toasty105 degrees. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-4238141869389341838?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/4238141869389341838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=4238141869389341838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4238141869389341838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4238141869389341838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/09/surprised.html' title='Surprised'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-2928379268081453845</id><published>2007-09-01T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:01:33.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Armani Underwear</title><content type='html'>Where do I apply to get the job of the guy in the plaid shirt in this &lt;a href="http://www.armaniexchange.com/jump.do?itemID=5&amp;itemType=LANDING&amp;amp;underwear=video"&gt;Armani Underwear&lt;/a&gt; video.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RtkcO4eIbrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/KOMBoLlsLmI/s1600-h/Armani-Escape-7-%28800x600%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RtkcO4eIbrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/KOMBoLlsLmI/s320/Armani-Escape-7-%28800x600%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105142694603681458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-2928379268081453845?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/2928379268081453845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=2928379268081453845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2928379268081453845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2928379268081453845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/09/armani-underwear.html' title='Armani Underwear'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RtkcO4eIbrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/KOMBoLlsLmI/s72-c/Armani-Escape-7-%28800x600%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-4865152972757661631</id><published>2007-08-31T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:02:14.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RtidqIeIbpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/5isfD_Sma38/s1600-h/boy_culture_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RtidqIeIbpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/5isfD_Sma38/s200/boy_culture_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105003524778389138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last nght, more like early this morning I watched a movie called &lt;a href="http://www.boy-culture.com/"&gt;Boy Culture&lt;/a&gt; and I loved it. I don’t know what it was about this movie but I absolutely loved it. Many of you may or may not like it, but I recommend it. I really can’t say what it is but I REALLY loved/enjoyed it, of course it helps that I find the main character, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1744979/"&gt;Derek Magyar&lt;/a&gt;,really hot and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;From the website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOY CULTURE is the candid confession of "X", a wildly successful male escort. After ten years of sex-for-pay, "X" gets romantically entangled with his two hot roommates and a reclusive elderly client, Gregory. But before Gregory will agree to sex, he tells an unsetting love story spanning fifty years and dares "X" to try something he hasn't felt for years: emotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 12px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Based on the critically-acclaimed novel by Matthew Rettenmund, BOY CULTURE takes on issues of sexual mores and emotional risk with a witty and incisive voice, revealing the leap of faith that love demands.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-4865152972757661631?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/4865152972757661631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=4865152972757661631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4865152972757661631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4865152972757661631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/08/boy-culture.html' title='Boy Culture'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RtidqIeIbpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/5isfD_Sma38/s72-c/boy_culture_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-7100264082731047229</id><published>2007-08-29T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:33:54.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddies Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday afternoon, my aunt had asked me to take her to the pre-school because she needed to drop off some paper work for my little cousin. While she was handling her business in the front office, I was carrying my other little cousin around; she is about 10 months old. I was walking around and a lady came up to me and said “Ahh so precious, daddies little girl.” and continued asking me questions about her. So I just answered her questions acting as though I was her father. But this is not the first time that people thought I was the father, it happens all the time when I take out my little cousins.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I got to thinking, I started getting a little depressed/sad. I wonder, in the future, will I ever be able to be a father. I love kids, but just don’t want any right now, because I also love giving them back to their parents after spending a day with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I am just wondering 10-15 years down the line, if I want kids, how is that going to be possible. And I know there is always adoption and what not, but I don’t know what the laws are with gays adopting as well as the effect it will have on the child. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I am still young and don’t need to be thinking about things like this for a while, but I just can’t help it, I really makes wonder. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-7100264082731047229?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/7100264082731047229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=7100264082731047229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7100264082731047229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7100264082731047229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/08/daddies-little-girl.html' title='Daddies Little Girl'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-1755670619086246414</id><published>2007-08-23T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:55:10.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was the last day for a special that was going on at the gym. My mom had recently told me that she wanted to re-join, so I told her of the special and she said to sign her up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now at my gym all of the sales rep are EXTREMELY hot guys with a few alright looking girls, I was hoping to get one of the hotties. And when I arrive I notice that there were only two guys, both really hot, so I was excited…haha.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The guy I got was named Brad, really cute, tall, blonde hair, blues eyes, nicely built. Although I was hoping for the other guy because I swore I’ve seen him in porn, but I’m not complaining about this guy. He was really friendly and talkative, of course that is expected being that he is a sales guy, but we joked around a bit and while he was filling out the forms I couldn’t help stare at him, his eyes were so beautiful. Then he asked porn guy for some help, which is when he came over to the desk we were at. Now I had both hotties standing side by side, so hot. It made my day…….sigh. I love going to the gym.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-1755670619086246414?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1755670619086246414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1755670619086246414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1755670619086246414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1755670619086246414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/08/sales-guy.html' title='Sales Guy'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-4990170561621451193</id><published>2007-08-20T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:51:05.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How it went...</title><content type='html'>Thank You for all those who wished me luck. The interview went very well, it was a group interview/discussion. There were six other people, including myself and two people asking the question. It was a relax environment and I tried my best to speak as much as possible. If I get a second interview, I will hear back at the end of next week so we'll just have to wait and what happen. But I think this job is perfect for me and I REALLY want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the interview the guy told us that there were over 500 applicants that applied for this position and they choose 70 to interview. And out of the 70 they only need 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there and approached the front desk I notice two people answering phone calls, one was a very cute guy, with beautiful light blue eyes, and asked me if I needed anything I told him, which is when he told me to have a seat since I was early. As I was waiting I found out that his name was Alex and he was just helping the front desk for a few minutes and was on his way out to lunch. And as he was leaving he wished me good luck, needless to say that made my day, in addition to getting this job interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-4990170561621451193?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/4990170561621451193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=4990170561621451193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4990170561621451193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4990170561621451193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-it-went.html' title='How it went...'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-1090438295653193261</id><published>2007-08-20T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T02:36:32.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview 3</title><content type='html'>I have another job interview today with an organization that I really REALLY want to work for/be apart of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, because I am going to need it, oh did I mention that I REALLY want this job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-1090438295653193261?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1090438295653193261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1090438295653193261&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1090438295653193261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1090438295653193261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/08/interview.html' title='Interview 3'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-1842831969087084550</id><published>2007-08-17T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T02:44:34.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Candy</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely NOTHING going on in my life worth blogging about, so I figure I can never go wrong with some eye candy, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVmVIeIbXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/In3IcLe-vrw/s1600-h/candy63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVmVIeIbXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/In3IcLe-vrw/s200/candy63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099594666304105842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVmVIeIbWI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iEaHgPaSlG8/s1600-h/candy36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVmVIeIbWI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iEaHgPaSlG8/s200/candy36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099594666304105826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVml4eIbaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/adQE-dBed9M/s1600-h/candy159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVml4eIbaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/adQE-dBed9M/s200/candy159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099594954066914722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVmloeIbZI/AAAAAAAAAao/Rf_Qtzkn_Qw/s1600-h/candy120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVmloeIbZI/AAAAAAAAAao/Rf_Qtzkn_Qw/s200/candy120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099594949771947410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVmloeIbYI/AAAAAAAAAag/ZiBAxkxZ0TM/s1600-h/candy118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVmloeIbYI/AAAAAAAAAag/ZiBAxkxZ0TM/s200/candy118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099594949771947394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVm5oeIbdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1fGLztZYNsc/s1600-h/candy364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVm5oeIbdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1fGLztZYNsc/s200/candy364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099595293369331154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVm5oeIbcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/g2srmOA_GZc/s1600-h/candy351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVm5oeIbcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/g2srmOA_GZc/s200/candy351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099595293369331138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVm5YeIbbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QzMFg9ZcKu0/s1600-h/candy185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVm5YeIbbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QzMFg9ZcKu0/s200/candy185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099595289074363826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVnYoeIbgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sAlhqkhVnpI/s1600-h/candy455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVnYoeIbgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sAlhqkhVnpI/s200/candy455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099595825945275906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVnYYeIbfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5jujtRNVuLI/s1600-h/candy414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVnYYeIbfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5jujtRNVuLI/s200/candy414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099595821650308594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVn3IeIbiI/AAAAAAAAAbw/GJ-_pjTfvSo/s1600-h/candy467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVn3IeIbiI/AAAAAAAAAbw/GJ-_pjTfvSo/s200/candy467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099596349931286050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVn24eIbhI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_u9cXTECV2k/s1600-h/candy456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVn24eIbhI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_u9cXTECV2k/s200/candy456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099596345636318738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVn3YeIbjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1gqbJiKb4Wg/s1600-h/Lookers240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVn3YeIbjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1gqbJiKb4Wg/s200/Lookers240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099596354226253362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVtVoeIbkI/AAAAAAAAAcA/2OFWISbsU2g/s1600-h/ba209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVtVoeIbkI/AAAAAAAAAcA/2OFWISbsU2g/s200/ba209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099602371475435074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVtpYeIblI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Qo1-rPae2CY/s1600-h/jeans335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVtpYeIblI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Qo1-rPae2CY/s200/jeans335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099602710777851474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-1842831969087084550?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1842831969087084550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1842831969087084550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1842831969087084550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1842831969087084550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/08/eye-candy.html' title='Eye Candy'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RsVmVIeIbXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/In3IcLe-vrw/s72-c/candy63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-2329084585084226545</id><published>2007-08-12T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T11:27:08.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Sex Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A law in Faibanks, Alaska, does not allow moose to have sex on    city streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Ventura County, California, cats and dogs are not allowed    to have sex without a permit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Florida it is illegal for single, divorced, or widowed women    to parachute on Sunday afternoons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If a police officer in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, suspects a couple    is having sex inside a vehicle they must honk their horn three times, and wait    two minutes before being allowed to approach the scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Women must address bachelors as master instead of mister, according    to an Illinois state law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A law in Oblong, Illinois makes it a crime to make love while    fishing or hunting on your wedding day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Ames Iowa a husband may not take more than three gulps of    beer while lying in bed with his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A law in Alexandria, Minnesota makes it illegal for a husband    to make love to his wife if his breath smells like garlic, onions, or sardines.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;   &lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Bozeman, Montana, you can't perform any sexual acts in the    front yard of any home, after sundown, and if you are nude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Helena, Montana law states that a woman cannot dance on a saloon    table unless her clothing weights more than three pounds, two ounces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hotel owners in Hastings, Nebraska are required by law to provide    a clean, white cotton nightshirt to each guest. According to the law, no couple    may have sex unless they are wearing the nightshirts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Any couple making out inside a vehicle, and accidentally sounding    the horn during their lustful act, may be taken to jail according to a Liberty    Corner, New Jersey law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During lunch breaks in Carlsbad, New Mexico, no couple should    engage in a sexual act while parked in their vehicle, unless their car has curtains.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Nevada sex without a condom is considered illegal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Cleveland, Ohio women are not allowed to wear patent-leather    shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clinton, Oklahoma, has a law against masturbating while watching    two people having sex in a car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Willowdale, Oregon, no man may curse while having sex with    his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Harrisburg, Pennsylvania it is illegal to have sex with a    truck driver inside a toll booth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hotels in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, are required by law to furnish    their rooms with twin beds only. There should be a minimum of two feet between    the beds, and it is illegal for a couple to make love on the floor between the    beds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Kingsville, Texas, there is a law against two pigs having    sex on the city's airport property. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Tremonton, Utah law states that no woman is allowed to have    sex with a man while riding in an ambulance. In addition to normal charges,    the woman's name will be published in the local newspaper. The man does not    receive any punishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No woman may go in public without wearing a corset in Norfolk,    Virginia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the state of Washington there is a law against having sex    with a virgin under any circumstances. (including the wedding night) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The only acceptable sexual position in Washington D.C. is the    missionary-style position. Any other sexual position is considered illegal.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Connorsville, Wisconsin no man shall shoot of a gun while    his female partner is having a sexual orgasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;**from &lt;a href="http://www.weirdfacts.com/weirdsexlaws.html"&gt;Weird Facts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-2329084585084226545?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/2329084585084226545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=2329084585084226545&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2329084585084226545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2329084585084226545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/08/weird-sex-laws.html' title='Weird Sex Laws'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-5671283426627368206</id><published>2007-08-06T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:48:23.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday night I saw The Bourne Ultimatum and it was great. The movie kept you on edge the whole time and the fight scenes were awesome. And plus all the assassins though out the entire movie were so damn hot and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrbNx2erE7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/aYj28FWQ_6s/s1600-h/000poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrbNx2erE7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/aYj28FWQ_6s/s200/000poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095486284737745842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrbNyGerE8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/kA9yOEWEZH8/s1600-h/D7_5640.jpg_rgb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrbNyGerE8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/kA9yOEWEZH8/s200/D7_5640.jpg_rgb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095486289032713154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrbNyGerE9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/CKxBwH4o4GI/s1600-h/D8_6270r.jpg_rgb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrbNyGerE9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/CKxBwH4o4GI/s200/D8_6270r.jpg_rgb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095486289032713170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my friends and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.sixflags.com/magicMountain/index.aspx"&gt;Six Flags Magic Mountain.&lt;/a&gt;  And it felt as though everyone and their moms were there. The lines for all the good rides were about 2-3 hours long, but we waited and it was well worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many hotties all over the place, it was driving me crazy.  But towards the end of the night the park seems to becomes couple nation, everywhere I look there are couples hugging, kissing, holding hands. It gets me kind of sad because I wish I had someone to do that with, but even if I did we would not be doing that in public.  At the end of the day I had a great time, very tiring but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday was work as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-5671283426627368206?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/5671283426627368206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=5671283426627368206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5671283426627368206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/5671283426627368206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrbNx2erE7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/aYj28FWQ_6s/s72-c/000poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-3136831429305833003</id><published>2007-08-02T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:52:10.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be-Lated Birthday Dinner</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my be-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lated&lt;/span&gt; birthday dinner, which was at &lt;a href="http://www.lawrysonline.com/"&gt;Lawry's&lt;/a&gt; in Beverly Hills.  Every year the football teams that are going to play in the Rose Bowl go to this is the restaurant to see who can eat the most beef, which they call the Beef Bowl they even have a beef bowl cut, I don't even want to imagine how big that cut is, because the cut I had was pretty damn thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this was the BEST prime rib I have ever had.  It was so damn tender and the mash potato, gravy and creamed corn was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; good as well. So if anyone is ever in Beverly Hills, Chicago, Dallas or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas I recommend you try this place and you won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrK_9merE6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/8m0UCiCDydk/s1600-h/tpr_dinner_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrK_9merE6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/8m0UCiCDydk/s200/tpr_dinner_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094345193531577250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3136831429305833003?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3136831429305833003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3136831429305833003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3136831429305833003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3136831429305833003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/08/be-lated-birthday-dinner.html' title='Be-Lated Birthday Dinner'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrK_9merE6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/8m0UCiCDydk/s72-c/tpr_dinner_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-1787330263004127812</id><published>2007-08-01T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:48:53.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Pt.3</title><content type='html'>At the gym there are a handful of guys that I find so hot/sexy/cute. Don't get me wrong there are tons of cute guys, but some just pushes my buttons and I just want to stare. Well last night I got to see one them shirtless. We were in the sauna, and we have been in there at the same time before but he has never taken off his shirt. For some reason last night he did and DAMN, it made my dream come true, partly (full dream to see him naked). His body is ALOT more rip than I had imagined it, so beautiful and tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrDYumerE4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/TEVv-D0YOZY/s1600-h/sauna8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrDYumerE4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/TEVv-D0YOZY/s200/sauna8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093809473670812546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrDYu2erE5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/qyp-saEfNJU/s1600-h/sauna24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrDYu2erE5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/qyp-saEfNJU/s200/sauna24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093809477965779858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrDYumerE3I/AAAAAAAAAZY/bW7xs-FXrKA/s1600-h/sauna2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrDYumerE3I/AAAAAAAAAZY/bW7xs-FXrKA/s200/sauna2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093809473670812530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrDYuWerE2I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YXsKssLVt6g/s1600-h/locker598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrDYuWerE2I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YXsKssLVt6g/s200/locker598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093809469375845218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-1787330263004127812?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1787330263004127812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1787330263004127812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1787330263004127812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1787330263004127812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/08/gym-pt3.html' title='Gym Pt.3'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RrDYumerE4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/TEVv-D0YOZY/s72-c/sauna8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-925290716782290909</id><published>2007-07-29T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:08:42.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to post this a few days ago but i forgot , sorry. I wanted to say thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-925290716782290909?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/925290716782290909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=925290716782290909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/925290716782290909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/925290716782290909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/07/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-8540369993586210979</id><published>2007-07-24T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:00:04.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Gifts for Me</title><content type='html'>So today is my birthday and as a little gift to myself, I decided to post a FEW pics of guys that I would love sometime alone with. So in no particular order, after my number one man,  they are as followed and remember there are many more to go this list, I am to lazy to post them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Leinart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW36GerEfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-de9x5F3hO8/s1600-h/capt.27b143e9440a4a3893f416517f35b179.matt_leinart_celebrity_bowling_cagr114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW36GerEfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-de9x5F3hO8/s200/capt.27b143e9440a4a3893f416517f35b179.matt_leinart_celebrity_bowling_cagr114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090677162611773938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW4J2erEiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TzCP-uo7JNo/s1600-h/Casey+Kotchman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW4J2erEiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TzCP-uo7JNo/s200/Casey+Kotchman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090677433194713634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW4JWerEhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/csjxda07C2I/s1600-h/Brian+Urlacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW4JWerEhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/csjxda07C2I/s200/Brian+Urlacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090677424604779026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW4JWerEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aI9nNCMC8xI/s1600-h/Alan+Ritchson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW4JWerEgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aI9nNCMC8xI/s200/Alan+Ritchson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090677424604779010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey Kotchman....Brian Urlacher....Alan Ritchson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5I2erElI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Kj7UwRAbYtg/s1600-h/Derek+Jeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5I2erElI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Kj7UwRAbYtg/s200/Derek+Jeter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090678515526472274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5I2erEkI/AAAAAAAAAXA/i10i_502drw/s1600-h/Dan+Wells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5I2erEkI/AAAAAAAAAXA/i10i_502drw/s200/Dan+Wells.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090678515526472258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5ImerEjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sC_dym0JIVw/s1600-h/chris+evans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5ImerEjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sC_dym0JIVw/s200/chris+evans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090678511231504946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek Jeter &amp; Alex Rodriguez....Dan Wells....Chris Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5nmerEoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8edVLdvbOp8/s1600-h/Jason+Taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5nmerEoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8edVLdvbOp8/s200/Jason+Taylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090679043807449730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5nmerEnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/rO9Y9QRM1PM/s1600-h/Jason+Statham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5nmerEnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/rO9Y9QRM1PM/s200/Jason+Statham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090679043807449714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5nWerEmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ofiAX80CSPY/s1600-h/Freddie+Ljungberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW5nWerEmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ofiAX80CSPY/s200/Freddie+Ljungberg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090679039512482402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Taylor....Jason Statham....Freddie Ljungberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW6MGerErI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XzNQ32f6h_s/s1600-h/Kasey+Kahne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW6MGerErI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XzNQ32f6h_s/s200/Kasey+Kahne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090679670872674994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW6MGerEqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8WdgN6xKtxI/s1600-h/Josh+Duhamel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW6MGerEqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8WdgN6xKtxI/s200/Josh+Duhamel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090679670872674978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW6L2erEpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/S0Ibfsd4J9E/s1600-h/Jeremy+Bloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW6L2erEpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/S0Ibfsd4J9E/s200/Jeremy+Bloom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090679666577707666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasey Kahne....Josh Duhamel....Jeremy Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW6xGerEuI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/16uynBEViak/s1600-h/Michael+Owen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW6xGerEuI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/16uynBEViak/s200/Michael+Owen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090680306527834850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW6w2erEsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/M5yr91b1deo/s1600-h/KellySlater01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW6w2erEsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/M5yr91b1deo/s200/KellySlater01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090680302232867522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW7LmerEyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/-2gjPyF39r0/s1600-h/Ryan+Reynolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW7LmerEyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/-2gjPyF39r0/s200/Ryan+Reynolds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090680761794368290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Owen....Kelly Slater....Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW7LmerExI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kZwCsJ5IQH0/s1600-h/Ryan+Phillippe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW7LmerExI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kZwCsJ5IQH0/s200/Ryan+Phillippe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090680761794368274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW7LWerEwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YogAz-uzj38/s1600-h/reggiebush1-705542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW7LWerEwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YogAz-uzj38/s200/reggiebush1-705542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090680757499400962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW7LWerEvI/AAAAAAAAAYY/jg1cQgGLY44/s1600-h/Paul+Walker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW7LWerEvI/AAAAAAAAAYY/jg1cQgGLY44/s200/Paul+Walker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090680757499400946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Phillippe....Reggie Bush....Paul Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW97merE1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/G6hADniQmbA/s1600-h/Alex+Smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW97merE1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/G6hADniQmbA/s200/Alex+Smith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090683785451344722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW97WerE0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/nP_d-Nxxj3U/s1600-h/brandon_beemer_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW97WerE0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/nP_d-Nxxj3U/s200/brandon_beemer_2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090683781156377410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW97WerEzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/V44sJVZpRfg/s1600-h/05april_prac4_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW97WerEzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/V44sJVZpRfg/s200/05april_prac4_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090683781156377394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Smith....Brandon Beemer....Andy Roddick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8540369993586210979?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8540369993586210979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8540369993586210979&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8540369993586210979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8540369993586210979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-gifts-for-me.html' title='A Few Gifts for Me'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqW36GerEfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-de9x5F3hO8/s72-c/capt.27b143e9440a4a3893f416517f35b179.matt_leinart_celebrity_bowling_cagr114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8466062212834028220</id><published>2007-07-22T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:12:49.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder...</title><content type='html'>...if my parents suspect anything, since I have never brought home and/or even talk about girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if my close cousins, that I hang out with often, suspects anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if my close friends suspect anything because I have never really talked about girls with them and, like my parents, they have never seen me with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how different my life would be if I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if I will ever meet the right person and be able to live a life with lying to myself and the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if others find me at least somewhat decent looking, because I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how my parents, family and friends would take it when and even if I ever come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...would my parents be as accepting as &lt;a href="http://ithinkimightbegay.blogspot.com/2007/07/coming-out-to-my-parents.html"&gt;Tim's&lt;/a&gt; parents were, CONGRADS Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what it would be like to have brothers and/or sisters, someone that I can talk to, not about this stuff but just about things in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if I will ever have the balls to go to a gar bar or event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how many others out there are in the same situation that I am in and feel the same way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if there really is such a thing as gay vibes, if so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if I give off a gay vibe and can anyone pick up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when will I stop being such a sensitive little beyotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when will I stop giving a f@#$ of what others think of me and start living my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...will I ever be attracted to girls in that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what are people's first impression of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...will I ever meet, in person, with any of the bloggers I have been chatting with for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when will Matt Leinart realize he is gay and becomes my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...will I ever become more talkative because I can't carry a conversation if my life depended on it, doesn't matter if its online, on the phone or in person I suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what life as in store for me in next 5, 10, 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is my 100th post, I never thought I would reach this mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8466062212834028220?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8466062212834028220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8466062212834028220&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8466062212834028220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8466062212834028220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wonder_22.html' title='I Wonder...'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-7122206013268839122</id><published>2007-07-21T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:05:24.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding and Firefighters</title><content type='html'>Last night as I walk into the sauna there were four guys talking about tattoos.  Two of them had tatts on their arms and they were saying that they wanted to get some on their legs. But they didn't know what size it should be or if it hurts and what not. That is when one of the guys notice that I had tattoos on my legs, so they started asking how long did it take and if it hurts. (To those who cares, it hurts behind the knee and when it hits the bone.) Then we started sharing our tattoo stories, it's pretty cool how complete strangers can bond, in all places the sauna, about tattoos. Too bad they weren't all that great looking..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a completely different subject on Thursday, I think it was, a very HOT &lt;a href="http://www.vidocity.com/player.asp?ID=334"&gt;firefighter&lt;/a&gt; came into my work. They were doing their annual check just to make sure everything works correctly.  I had seen them walking by and I was hoping for the hot one to come in, because the others didn't compare to him and to my luck it was the hot one. When I stood next to him, I went up to his shoulders and I am about 5'10" so he must have been over 6'. He had beautiful arms and pecs to go with that frame. I talked with him for a bit and tried my hardest not to stare to much, needless to say he made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqLXWWerEeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yysw_07dBpk/s1600-h/450162908fYujpL_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqLXWWerEeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yysw_07dBpk/s200/450162908fYujpL_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089867307873407458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-7122206013268839122?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/7122206013268839122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=7122206013268839122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7122206013268839122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7122206013268839122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/07/bonding-and-firefighters.html' title='Bonding and Firefighters'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RqLXWWerEeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yysw_07dBpk/s72-c/450162908fYujpL_fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-813870732249991991</id><published>2007-07-18T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:00:55.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;n the Men's Room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXCITABLE:&lt;/b&gt;           Shorts half twisted around, cannot find hole, rips shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOCIABLE:&lt;/b&gt;              Joins friends in piss whether he has to or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CROSSEYES:&lt;/b&gt;           Looks into next urinal to see how the other guy is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIMID:&lt;/b&gt;                      Cannot piss if someone is watching, flushes urinal, comes back  later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INDIFFERENT:&lt;/b&gt;        All urinals being used, pisses in sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLEVER:&lt;/b&gt;                  No hands, fixes tie, looks around and usually pisses on floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIVOLOUS:&lt;/b&gt;           Plays stream up, down and across urinals, tries to hit fly or bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WORRIED:&lt;/b&gt;              Not sure of where he has been lately, makes quick inspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABSENTMINDED:&lt;/b&gt;  Opens vest, pulls out tie, pisses in pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHILDISH:&lt;/b&gt;               Pisses directly in bottom of urinal, likes to see it bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SNEAK:&lt;/b&gt;                    Farts silently while pissing, acts very innocent, knows man in next stall will get blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PATIENT:&lt;/b&gt;                 Stands very close for a long while waiting, reads with free hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DESPERATE:&lt;/b&gt;          Waits in long line, teeth floating, pisses in pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOUGH:&lt;/b&gt;                   Bangs dick on side of urinal to dry it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EFFICIENT:&lt;/b&gt;             Waits until he has to crap, then does both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAT:&lt;/b&gt;                          Backs up and takes a blind shot at urinal, pisses in shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LITTLE:&lt;/b&gt;                    Stands on box, falls in, drowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DRUNK:&lt;/b&gt;                   Holds left thumb in right hand, pisses in pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DISGRUNTLED:&lt;/b&gt;     Stands for awhile, gives up, walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONCEITED:&lt;/b&gt;           Holds two inch dick like a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5ZJ6Ei3pI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Bq0-0Sf9cRU/s1600-h/0718469e65989fd1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5ZJ6Ei3pI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Bq0-0Sf9cRU/s200/0718469e65989fd1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088602655717252754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has anyone ever had this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5Zk6Ei3qI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yHor9wa0gnU/s1600-h/07114694df6c70b23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5Zk6Ei3qI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yHor9wa0gnU/s200/07114694df6c70b23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088603119573720738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Worlds Worst Tattoo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5Z_aEi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gmNoGqeAu7E/s1600-h/07114694f13127132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5Z_aEi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gmNoGqeAu7E/s200/07114694f13127132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088603574840254130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say it's the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5bI6Ei3tI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Ln7ZGfvq8aw/s1600-h/eyetest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5bI6Ei3tI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Ln7ZGfvq8aw/s200/eyetest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088604837560639186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5bJKEi3uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qwpRdygBJbk/s1600-h/masculinebrain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5bJKEi3uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qwpRdygBJbk/s200/masculinebrain.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088604841855606498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5bJaEi3vI/AAAAAAAAAVw/QkFIyllHxWg/s1600-h/zadremoten36la9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5bJaEi3vI/AAAAAAAAAVw/QkFIyllHxWg/s200/zadremoten36la9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088604846150573810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5c9qEi3wI/AAAAAAAAAV4/u1GSVU0scCA/s1600-h/20things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5c9qEi3wI/AAAAAAAAAV4/u1GSVU0scCA/s200/20things.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088606843310366466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5dv6Ei3xI/AAAAAAAAAWA/etRaBVfmMLE/s1600-h/9324619216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5dv6Ei3xI/AAAAAAAAAWA/etRaBVfmMLE/s200/9324619216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088607706598792978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Rules of Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more beautiful the person is who loves you, the easier it is to leave with no hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing improves with age.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you've had it, take it, because it'll never be quite the same again.&lt;br /&gt;Sex has no calories.&lt;br /&gt;Sex takes up the least amount of time and causes the most amount of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;There is no remedy for sex but more sex.&lt;br /&gt;Sex appeal is 50% what you've got and 50% what people think you've got.&lt;br /&gt;No sex with anyone in the same office.&lt;br /&gt;Sex is like snow; you never know how many inches you'll get or how long it'll last.&lt;br /&gt;A man in the house is worth two in the street.&lt;br /&gt;If you get them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow.&lt;br /&gt;Virginity can be cured.&lt;br /&gt;Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Sex is dirty only if it's done right.&lt;br /&gt;It is always the wrong time of month.&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are out, everyone is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Sex is hereditary. If your parents never had it, chances are you won't either.&lt;br /&gt;Sow your wild oats on Saturday night -- Then on Sunday pray for crop failure.&lt;br /&gt;The younger the better&lt;br /&gt;The game of love is never called off on account of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused trouble in Eden.&lt;br /&gt;Sex discriminates against the shy and the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Before you find your handsome prince, you've got to kiss a lot of frogs.&lt;br /&gt;Love your neighbor, but don't get caught.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a hole in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a matter of chemistry, sex is a matter of physics.&lt;br /&gt;Do it only with the best.&lt;br /&gt;Sex is a 3-letter word which needs old-fashioned 4-letter words to convey its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;One good turn gets most of the blankets.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot produce a baby in one month by impregnating nine women.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not commit adultery.....unless in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;What matters is not the length of the wand, but the magic in the stick.&lt;br /&gt;It is better to be looked over than overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;Never say no.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is skin deep; ugly goes right to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;A man is only a man, but a good bicycle is a ride.&lt;br /&gt;Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation; the other eight are unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;Smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Don't do it if you can't keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;There is no difference between a wise man and a fool when they fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Never go to bed mad, stay up and fight ! !&lt;br /&gt;Love is the delusion that one person differs from another.&lt;br /&gt;"This won't hurt, I promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND SO ENDS THE LESSON IN SEX !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikescomputerinfo.com/inteltest.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Intelligence Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    See how smart you are...take the test.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joeschwartz.net/shemale/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Female or Shemale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Can you Tell!!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6412058045700633607-813870732249991991?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/813870732249991991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=813870732249991991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/813870732249991991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/813870732249991991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/07/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rp5ZJ6Ei3pI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Bq0-0Sf9cRU/s72-c/0718469e65989fd1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-4805155823887002778</id><published>2007-07-14T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:26:48.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview and Face Licked</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Thursday I had my interview and it went pretty well, but I don’t think I am going to get the job. Towards the end of the interview she had mention that I am only the second person she interview and has 6 other people. Also the lady that interviewed me is the boss of my friend and my friend told me that there are a few internal people applying for that position as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I figured she would hire someone internally since they already know the system.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is supposed to tell me by next Friday, so we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night I went out to celebrate a birthday of one of my friends. I really wasn’t in the mood so I was just going to go make an appearance buy her a drink and take off, but that didn’t happen. I met up with them at a bar in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; called 4100 Bar on Sunset. The place is pretty small but it was nice, the bar was in the middle surrounded by couches up against the wall all the way around the room. There were tons of people and looking for parking was a pain in the ass, but while I was searching for parking I saw two pretty hot guys holding hands as well as tons of hot guys walking around, so it made looking for parking a bit more fun. Once I got inside and met up with my friends I really lost track of time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cool to hang out with everyone again, since we all pretty much graduated from college everyone is always busy working so we don’t have much time to just hang out. Towards the end of the night the birthday girl, my friend, was pretty wasted and she wanted to take a picture so while posing for the camera she licked my face and then in her drunkenness said it didn’t come out right lets take another one, so this time I felt her tongue on my cheek while posing for the camera. It felt pretty strange because we are close friends but not that close…haha. I had planned on leaving around 12:30 or so but didn’t end up leaving until last call, it was a good thing I went I had a great time. Thanks JR for pushing me to go.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention there were TONS of cute guys sitting at the bar and many of them were chatting pretty close to one another, it could have been the fact that it was loud, but in my mind they were flirting with each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpmTxqEi3oI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2SG3UnikA7c/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpmTxqEi3oI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2SG3UnikA7c/s200/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087259735407910530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't it have been a guy licking my face...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-4805155823887002778?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/4805155823887002778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=4805155823887002778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4805155823887002778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4805155823887002778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/07/interview-and-face-licked.html' title='Interview and Face Licked'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpmTxqEi3oI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2SG3UnikA7c/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-3092724574536378069</id><published>2007-07-11T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:20:00.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night I decided to check out a new gym that had just opened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a bit further from the house so I had to hop on the freeway, while driving on the freeway I saw a figure run by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I was thinking to myself there is no way that anyone would be running across the freeway. So the car a few lanes over flashed his high beam and too much shock it was a guy running across the freeway. I was looking around to see if the guy was running from the cops or anyone, but no one was following him. I mean who the hell runs across the freeway at 11 o’clock at night…just crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a side note I have another job interview tomorrow, so we’ll see what happens. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And if anyone’s company or organization is hiring send the link my way, I would be greatly appreciated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3092724574536378069?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3092724574536378069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3092724574536378069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3092724574536378069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3092724574536378069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/07/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-3578045400962082235</id><published>2007-07-10T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T01:08:32.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hottie Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWa-Fh11I/AAAAAAAAAUg/k1QR1JQKuEI/s1600-h/655787430_db5e691626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWa-Fh11I/AAAAAAAAAUg/k1QR1JQKuEI/s200/655787430_db5e691626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085644163062552402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWbOFh12I/AAAAAAAAAUo/2dpKn9xa6pE/s1600-h/655842794_2b50a5d3a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWbOFh12I/AAAAAAAAAUo/2dpKn9xa6pE/s200/655842794_2b50a5d3a0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085644167357519714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWOeFh1zI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iuLBHTEkkX4/s1600-h/542035740_a75a6d2d69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWOeFh1zI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iuLBHTEkkX4/s200/542035740_a75a6d2d69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085643948314187570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWOuFh10I/AAAAAAAAAUY/EKk0ph-dtK8/s1600-h/655000909_5ba1b13b2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWOuFh10I/AAAAAAAAAUY/EKk0ph-dtK8/s200/655000909_5ba1b13b2e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085643952609154882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWFOFh1xI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HNUXO8uxVl0/s1600-h/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWFOFh1xI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HNUXO8uxVl0/s200/ShowLetter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085643789400397586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWFOFh1yI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Icsvp4oyX5I/s1600-h/ShowLetter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWFOFh1yI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Icsvp4oyX5I/s200/ShowLetter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085643789400397602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3578045400962082235?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3578045400962082235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3578045400962082235&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3578045400962082235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3578045400962082235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-hotties.html' title='Hottie Alert'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RpPWa-Fh11I/AAAAAAAAAUg/k1QR1JQKuEI/s72-c/655787430_db5e691626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-3305649872106341174</id><published>2007-07-06T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:32:16.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back...</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a good 4th of July. I just got back from Laughlin, NV a few hours ago and had a great trip. We got there Wednesday night, checked in and made it just in time to see the fireworks along the river. Once the show was over we meet up with my cousins co-worker and her family and walked around a bit and gambled for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we slept in, woke up had a late breakfast/lunch, checked out the outlets, which sucked, then headed back to the hotel to chill and lounge around for a while. Then my cousin's co-worker called and we headed down to the river, which was awesome, the water was ice cold; no exaggeration it was really cold, but I loved it. They had rented some jet ski's so I had my turn with it and took it up and down the river a few times to cool of, oh did I mention that the temperature was a nice and warm 128 degrees, see the reason why I didn't mind the ice cold water. After a few hours at the river we head back to the nice and air condition hotel cleaned up grab some dinner and gambled the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today we just woke up ate and headed home.  At the end of the trip I lost around a 100 bucks, which is not to bad I guess and I had a blast at the river so it was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3305649872106341174?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3305649872106341174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3305649872106341174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3305649872106341174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3305649872106341174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/07/back.html' title='Back...'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-2057994495938168510</id><published>2007-07-03T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:08:58.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughlin, Nevada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RorQ0eFh1uI/AAAAAAAAATo/GhBniBxwb9M/s1600-h/laughlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RorQ0eFh1uI/AAAAAAAAATo/GhBniBxwb9M/s320/laughlin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083104729289053922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the 4th of July and my cousins and I decided to go to &lt;a href="http://www.visitlaughlin.com/ltourism/index.jsp"&gt;Laughlin, NV&lt;/a&gt; for a few days. I haven't been there in over 10 years so it should be fun, but the only thing is it's going to be a nice and toasty 121 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't been too or heard of Laughlin, it is pretty much a WAY tone down version of Vegas.  It has about six or seven casinos, I think, but the main thing that makes it great is that all of the casinos are all along the Colorado River.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-2057994495938168510?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/2057994495938168510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=2057994495938168510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2057994495938168510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2057994495938168510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/07/laughlin-nevada.html' title='Laughlin, Nevada'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RorQ0eFh1uI/AAAAAAAAATo/GhBniBxwb9M/s72-c/laughlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8517501359217382117</id><published>2007-07-02T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:53:49.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Leinart</title><content type='html'>Just as I was getting over my obsession with this man, it comes right back. Yesterday, I was reading the Sunday LA Times and when I got to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; part of the paper, the sport section, guess who I find on the cover; that's right the love of my life and with almost a full page &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/sports/la-sp-leinart1jul01,1,6486962.story?track=rss"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; to follow. I can never get over this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Roi7W-Fh1qI/AAAAAAAAATI/dHu1TP046vI/s1600-h/capt.0eb4362530734a19895787a735cb76b2.xbox_360__carm105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Roi7W-Fh1qI/AAAAAAAAATI/dHu1TP046vI/s200/capt.0eb4362530734a19895787a735cb76b2.xbox_360__carm105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082518182785308322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Roi7W-Fh1rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m7z_ra3_B6c/s1600-h/73187995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Roi7W-Fh1rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m7z_ra3_B6c/s200/73187995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082518182785308338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Roi7XOFh1sI/AAAAAAAAATY/NGO7rLKI1jE/s1600-h/74388878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Roi7XOFh1sI/AAAAAAAAATY/NGO7rLKI1jE/s200/74388878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082518187080275650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Roi85-Fh1tI/AAAAAAAAATg/h4YBg4rUGOs/s1600-h/23leinart.large1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Roi85-Fh1tI/AAAAAAAAATg/h4YBg4rUGOs/s200/23leinart.large1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082519883592357586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8517501359217382117?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8517501359217382117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8517501359217382117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8517501359217382117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8517501359217382117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/07/matt-leinart.html' title='Matt Leinart'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Roi7W-Fh1qI/AAAAAAAAATI/dHu1TP046vI/s72-c/capt.0eb4362530734a19895787a735cb76b2.xbox_360__carm105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-7040426396241591427</id><published>2007-06-28T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:30:28.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday, I was watching a morning talk show, I forgot which one, but they were doing a show about a couple getting married.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The show as been helping the couple for the last 8 weeks gather everything they need for the wedding and on yesterday’s show was the wedding ceremony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was preparing to go to the airport to pick up my aunt and uncle; they are coming back from my cousin-in-law wedding. As I was driving I started thinking about the whole wedding ordeal and I started to get depress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it is not because I won’t get to experience the whole wedding thing, but it is because my parents will never be able to see their only son have that experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then when I got out of work, got home to find everyone watching a video of the wedding that my uncle took, I watched it for a bit then it started getting a little awkward for me because I started thinking that I am never going to have that experience and nor will my parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And what makes it worst is that my cousin is only two years older than I am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-7040426396241591427?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/7040426396241591427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=7040426396241591427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7040426396241591427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/7040426396241591427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/weddings.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-2804401735661324612</id><published>2007-06-26T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:32:26.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Harry</title><content type='html'>I use to think Prince William was hot, but now not so much, and the reason is his little brother. Prince Harry came out of no where and surpass his older brother in hottness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RoHX8uFh1gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/neMgcoT-Wd0/s1600-h/PrinceHarryMSH08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RoHX8uFh1gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/neMgcoT-Wd0/s200/PrinceHarryMSH08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080579292813972994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RoHYNOFh1iI/AAAAAAAAASI/QqiJmpptHTI/s1600-h/PrinceHarryMSH16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RoHYNOFh1iI/AAAAAAAAASI/QqiJmpptHTI/s200/PrinceHarryMSH16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080579576281814562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RoHZ4OFh1oI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BHWhLYm4ZpU/s1600-h/2chelsyharSPLASH_450x311-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RoHZ4OFh1oI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BHWhLYm4ZpU/s200/2chelsyharSPLASH_450x311-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080581414527817346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RoHaCeFh1pI/AAAAAAAAATA/EhxM374oEGw/s1600-h/PrinceHarryMSH09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RoHaCeFh1pI/AAAAAAAAATA/EhxM374oEGw/s200/PrinceHarryMSH09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080581590621476498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RoHYduFh1kI/AAAAAAAAASY/KaHWmxX_v5U/s1600-h/happyprinceharry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RoHYduFh1kI/AAAAAAAAASY/KaHWmxX_v5U/s200/happyprinceharry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080579859749656130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-2804401735661324612?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/2804401735661324612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=2804401735661324612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2804401735661324612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/2804401735661324612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/prince-harry.html' title='Prince Harry'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RoHX8uFh1gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/neMgcoT-Wd0/s72-c/PrinceHarryMSH08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-6627090471505192281</id><published>2007-06-25T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:22:38.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brady Quinn</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://boifromtroy.com/"&gt;Boi From Troy&lt;/a&gt; for the link to this video of &lt;a href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid958779278/bctid958480212"&gt;Brady Quinn&lt;/a&gt;. DAMN the body on this man and who is this lucky girlfriend that he talks about in the vid. Must be nice to be young and have a body like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rn97Ck4mqqI/AAAAAAAAARw/XDcZuVz5jF8/s1600-h/bradyquinn20060702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rn97Ck4mqqI/AAAAAAAAARw/XDcZuVz5jF8/s320/bradyquinn20060702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079914188888255138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-6627090471505192281?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/6627090471505192281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=6627090471505192281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6627090471505192281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6627090471505192281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/brady-quinn.html' title='Brady Quinn'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rn97Ck4mqqI/AAAAAAAAARw/XDcZuVz5jF8/s72-c/bradyquinn20060702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-3454476368119810677</id><published>2007-06-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:44:08.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to my friends nephew's birthday party.  At the party were a few of my friends co-worker and there was one guy that I found very cute.  We all got to talking and I found out that he was half Asian and half Italian. I was shock because that is a combo that I have never seen and it was a very good mix. After hours of sitting around, chatting, watching the kids play and of course TONS of food, all the co-workers left and so did my eye candy for the day. But it was nice just to have my close friends there so we could chat and catch up with everything that is going on in each others life.  As we were chatting I thought to myself how different would this conversation be if they all knew. In the end it was a very relaxing and fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on an unrelated subject, can you find the dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rn67ME4mqpI/AAAAAAAAARo/TZuVh5FyEFw/s1600-h/find_the_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rn67ME4mqpI/AAAAAAAAARo/TZuVh5FyEFw/s320/find_the_dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079703245864479378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3454476368119810677?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3454476368119810677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3454476368119810677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3454476368119810677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3454476368119810677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/Rn67ME4mqpI/AAAAAAAAARo/TZuVh5FyEFw/s72-c/find_the_dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-87616376012543693</id><published>2007-06-21T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:37:54.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Thanks to JR over at &lt;a href="http://nothinggoldenstays.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nothing Golden Stays&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me, punk.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, I don't want to be a bastard so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;List eight things about yourself. At the end of the post, tag and link to eight other people. Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been tagged, and asking them to come read the post so they know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I      played the violin from 4&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; grade up until senior year of high      school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I am      very self conscious about myself and ALWAYS worried about how people      perceives me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;People      are always wrong when guessing my nationality. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;When      people read my full name, they are shock to see me because I am not what      you expect to see with that name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I have      been working since I was 13 years old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;My      biggest pet peeves are people talking with their mouth full and chewing loud      with their mouth open.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I don’t      know squat about cars, but give me a frying pan and we’ll talk, LOVE      cooking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I have      lost around 15 lbs in the last month in a half.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;This is where I am going to rebel against the rules and not tag anyone else, since everyone seems to already have been tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-87616376012543693?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/87616376012543693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=87616376012543693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/87616376012543693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/87616376012543693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagge.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-6018810141030645107</id><published>2007-06-21T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T01:10:59.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Seven Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To find the age range you are "allowed" to date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Youngest: Divide your age by two and add seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oldest: Subtract seven from your age and multiply by two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For example, if you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--coloro:#0000FF--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Youngest: 23/2 = 11.5, 11.5+7 = 18.5&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest: 23-7 = 16, 16*2 = 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-6018810141030645107?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/6018810141030645107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=6018810141030645107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6018810141030645107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6018810141030645107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-seven-rule.html' title='Two-Seven Rule'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-744867310127277339</id><published>2007-06-19T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:30:40.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi and Tennis</title><content type='html'>For the past few days I have been craving sushi and since one of my cousin's is in town, we decided to go to dinner at our favorite sushi restaurant, &lt;a href="http://www.kabukirestaurants.com/"&gt;Kabuki&lt;/a&gt;. Dinner was great as always and on my way home another cousin called to see if I wanted to play tennis and I of course said yes. It was a great way to burn off the delicious sushi dinner. And in honor&lt;br /&gt;of my tennis tonight I have the following to offer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjS-E4mqhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4hzqceVNU7Y/s1600-h/15hhe2v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjS-E4mqhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4hzqceVNU7Y/s200/15hhe2v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078040543765113362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjTIk4mqiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/u9030AL2vnM/s1600-h/68107356nb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjTIk4mqiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/u9030AL2vnM/s200/68107356nb8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078040724153739810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjUAU4mqkI/AAAAAAAAARA/P143rl0k1Pw/s1600-h/normal_Andy+Roddick+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjUAU4mqkI/AAAAAAAAARA/P143rl0k1Pw/s200/normal_Andy+Roddick+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078041681931446850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjTy04mqjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_R6pmkXc8k8/s1600-h/rgc6ls5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjTy04mqjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_R6pmkXc8k8/s200/rgc6ls5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078041450003212850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjXdk4mqnI/AAAAAAAAARY/utHE_ve9BSU/s1600-h/36a4e20f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjXdk4mqnI/AAAAAAAAARY/utHE_ve9BSU/s200/36a4e20f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078045482977503858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjUAk4mqlI/AAAAAAAAARI/v4AQ_NCQwkk/s1600-h/Tursunov01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjUAk4mqlI/AAAAAAAAARI/v4AQ_NCQwkk/s200/Tursunov01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078041686226414162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-744867310127277339?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/744867310127277339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=744867310127277339&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/744867310127277339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/744867310127277339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/sushi-and-tennis.html' title='Sushi and Tennis'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnjS-E4mqhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4hzqceVNU7Y/s72-c/15hhe2v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-3165166428635522791</id><published>2007-06-18T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:33:53.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Science of Gaydar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/33520/"&gt;The Science of Gaydar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to K for this link. It is very interesting and kind of true, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RndNsE4mqdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/atIHSKpCsaA/s1600-h/gaydar070625_1_560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RndNsE4mqdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/atIHSKpCsaA/s200/gaydar070625_1_560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077612524504263122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RndNxE4mqeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VvnGjO-QCW8/s1600-h/gaydar070625_2_560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RndNxE4mqeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VvnGjO-QCW8/s200/gaydar070625_2_560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077612610403609058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RndN5k4mqfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/a-3J8N1lEWs/s1600-h/gaydar070625_3_560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RndN5k4mqfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/a-3J8N1lEWs/s200/gaydar070625_3_560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077612756432497138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RndOBk4mqgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iik96nIpLzc/s1600-h/gaydar070625_4_560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RndOBk4mqgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iik96nIpLzc/s200/gaydar070625_4_560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077612893871450626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-3165166428635522791?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/3165166428635522791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=3165166428635522791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3165166428635522791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/3165166428635522791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/science-of-gaydar.html' title='The Science of Gaydar'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RndNsE4mqdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/atIHSKpCsaA/s72-c/gaydar070625_1_560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-6629450486374915171</id><published>2007-06-15T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T12:01:24.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidney Crosby</title><content type='html'>Remember when you were 18 and would shoot around a hockey puck shirtless while a photographer takes your picture. Ahhh life must be tough to be 18, a bad ass hockey player and to have a body like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnLfPE4mqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PNELmC0BbiE/s1600-h/Sidney_Crosby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnLfPE4mqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PNELmC0BbiE/s200/Sidney_Crosby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076365180102158754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnLfcE4mqbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Tz3vW6CSZ_k/s1600-h/crosby1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnLfcE4mqbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Tz3vW6CSZ_k/s200/crosby1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076365403440458162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnLfkE4mqcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t4NtIXMgjh8/s1600-h/sidneycrosby2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnLfkE4mqcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t4NtIXMgjh8/s200/sidneycrosby2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076365540879411650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozGTPwnOrNc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozGTPwnOrNc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-6629450486374915171?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/6629450486374915171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=6629450486374915171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6629450486374915171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6629450486374915171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/sidney-crosby.html' title='Sidney Crosby'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnLfPE4mqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PNELmC0BbiE/s72-c/Sidney_Crosby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-1102737141047428879</id><published>2007-06-14T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T02:35:28.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics Pt.4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnEHAk4mqXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kKvqs0NE76c/s1600-h/2f7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnEHAk4mqXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kKvqs0NE76c/s200/2f7b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075845961505745266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnEGmk4mqVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/28cJFHKQHMs/s1600-h/sw8712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnEGmk4mqVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/28cJFHKQHMs/s200/sw8712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075845514829146450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnEG0k4mqWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hjISXWwWWYA/s1600-h/sw8910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnEG0k4mqWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hjISXWwWWYA/s200/sw8910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075845755347315042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnEK_U4mqYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kjGKhrSY_pM/s1600-h/b530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnEK_U4mqYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kjGKhrSY_pM/s200/b530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075850338077419906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnEGdU4mqUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OhwmJRUdCBw/s1600-h/a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnEGdU4mqUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OhwmJRUdCBw/s200/a5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075845355915356482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6412058045700633607-1102737141047428879?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/1102737141047428879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=1102737141047428879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1102737141047428879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/1102737141047428879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-pics-pt4.html' title='Random Pics Pt.4'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RnEHAk4mqXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kKvqs0NE76c/s72-c/2f7b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-341915508401044870</id><published>2007-06-12T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:16:08.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad/Scared</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I found out that a good friend of mine, mom has breast cancer, was treated and recovering. But a few weeks ago I found out that she was back in the hospital, I have been meaning to visit her but never got the chance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he called me and said that his mom is now in a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hospice_care"&gt;hospice&lt;/a&gt; and was letting me know so I can say my good bye. When I heard this I just froze, I didn't know what to do or say. What do you say in a situation like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after work today I am going to visit her at the hospice. I am scared becuase I do not know how to handle this situation and extremely sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-341915508401044870?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/341915508401044870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=341915508401044870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/341915508401044870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/341915508401044870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/sadscared.html' title='Sad/Scared'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8008704500091507415</id><published>2007-06-10T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:20:42.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Road Trip</title><content type='html'>This pass Wednesday was one of my cousins birthday and we had plans on going out to a club last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But on Friday his sister called and said we are scratching the club idea and instead taking a little road trip to the state line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The state line is between &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:State&gt; and &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nevada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; and is about 30-40 minutes way from Vegas. They have a bunch of designer outlets and a few casinos as well.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I got out of work and met up with my cousins and a few other people we headed out there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It usually takes about two and half to three hours depending on how you drive and we got there in pretty decent time took us about two hours and forty five minutes. We got there around 10:30 pm and walked around, drank a bit and gambled till about 4:30 am, which is when we decided to head home. Got home a little after 7, at this point I have been awake for over 24 hrs, so I &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;slept for few hours and now I am back at work again, running on only a few hours of sleep. It’s been a busy 24 hrs, but sure was fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8008704500091507415?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8008704500091507415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8008704500091507415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8008704500091507415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8008704500091507415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/mini-road-trip.html' title='Mini Road Trip'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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-6412058045700633607.post-6634332992625150478</id><published>2007-06-06T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:58:29.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducks 2007 Stanley Cup Champion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RmeXME4mqOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HvqsDLVLBZo/s1600-h/teemu_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 54px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RmeXME4mqOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HvqsDLVLBZo/s400/teemu_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073189738981533922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been a Ducks fan ever since I understood the sport of hockey, which was around 1996. And after being their fan all these years through the good times and the bad, mostly bad, they are now the first team ever in California to be &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nhl/recap;_ylt=Atk17d_EAPFGddfOEj0mbqx7vLYF?gid=2007060625"&gt;Stanley Cup Champions&lt;/a&gt;. I am so excited words can't describe it. GO DUCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RmfImE4mqPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/THk29gstLG4/s1600-h/team_getty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RmfImE4mqPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/THk29gstLG4/s400/team_getty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073244061727893746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-6634332992625150478?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/6634332992625150478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=6634332992625150478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6634332992625150478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/6634332992625150478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/ducks-stanley-cup-champion.html' title='Ducks 2007 Stanley Cup Champion'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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/_FbhHwJ2QwVE/RmeXME4mqOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HvqsDLVLBZo/s72-c/teemu_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-8490676193574911879</id><published>2007-06-06T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:35:45.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Football Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDsHvq6juEY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDsHvq6juEY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-8490676193574911879?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/8490676193574911879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=8490676193574911879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8490676193574911879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/8490676193574911879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-football-thing.html' title='It&apos;s A Football Thing'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412058045700633607.post-4231907949558290988</id><published>2007-06-04T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:06:23.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Anxiety</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's a real problem or not, but it is with me. Everytime I watch a sporting event, especially if one my teams (Angels, Ducks and Trojans)are in the finals, I get EXTREMELY nervous before and during the game to the point where I can't eat or drink anything. I know it's dumb but I can't help myself, it's a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially right now I am freaking out because all the Ducks need is one more game and they will win the Stanley Cup for the first time. Even though the game is not until Wednesday, I am nervous and freaking out already and I can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412058045700633607-4231907949558290988?l=closetedonlychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/feeds/4231907949558290988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6412058045700633607&amp;postID=4231907949558290988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4231907949558290988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412058045700633607/posts/default/4231907949558290988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetedonlychild.blogspot.com/2007/06/sports-anxiety.html' title='Sports Anxiety'/><author><name>Closeted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680623701269064314</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
