<?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-8524223465962239712</id><updated>2011-09-30T09:33:56.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchors Away.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-8638153226331942741</id><published>2010-01-06T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:28:20.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its only been a few months</title><content type='html'>Hello blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI&lt;br /&gt;-I love my life&lt;br /&gt;-Snowboard Sponsorship? In the making&lt;br /&gt;-College? Maybe&lt;br /&gt;-Moving in with Alan &amp;amp; Devo? Stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in All, shits goin good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-8638153226331942741?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/8638153226331942741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-only-been-few-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/8638153226331942741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/8638153226331942741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-only-been-few-months.html' title='Its only been a few months'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-1170821530671691017</id><published>2009-11-23T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:46:18.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey assnugget!</title><content type='html'>text me sometime please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still consider us friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-1170821530671691017?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/1170821530671691017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-assnugget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1170821530671691017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1170821530671691017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-assnugget.html' title='hey assnugget!'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-4879094763132359630</id><published>2009-11-16T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:59:31.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once in a while</title><content type='html'>you gotta say what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hyped on going to edmonton with you today.&lt;br /&gt;good music, good weed, and great fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-4879094763132359630?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/4879094763132359630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/once-in-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/4879094763132359630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/4879094763132359630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/once-in-while.html' title='once in a while'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-1180285785817176873</id><published>2009-11-09T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:41:44.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck hahaha</title><content type='html'>I just realized how fucking hilarious this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really? why in sweet fuck would I think of Salt Lake over everywhere else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;better yet,&lt;br /&gt;why couldnt I just say I was from red deer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaaaaat the flyyyinggg shitfuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-1180285785817176873?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-6086163941421327715</id><published>2009-11-09T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:38:12.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Lake City? Fuck why am I a retard drunk.</title><content type='html'>Of course..I would meet a girl who's worth my time and effort&lt;br /&gt;and notices that I'm a decent human being.'&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea how the fuck to tell her im really not from SLC.&lt;br /&gt;Because " I was drunk and thought it would be funny" isnt a good enough reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well. she'd probably leave me anyways..seems to be the passing trend these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-6086163941421327715?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/6086163941421327715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/salt-lake-city-fuck-why-am-i-retard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6086163941421327715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6086163941421327715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/salt-lake-city-fuck-why-am-i-retard.html' title='Salt Lake City? Fuck why am I a retard drunk.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-5309722519152860153</id><published>2009-11-08T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:50:05.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you really know how to make a guy feel like a champ!</title><content type='html'>/Feeling wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-5309722519152860153?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/5309722519152860153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-really-know-how-to-make-guy-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/5309722519152860153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/5309722519152860153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-really-know-how-to-make-guy-feel.html' title='you really know how to make a guy feel like a champ!'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-2565170099665435575</id><published>2009-11-08T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:49:58.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCfuck yourself...supersized.</title><content type='html'>One day, Maybe You Will Understand Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Right Now? You Got Nothin.&lt;br /&gt;Absolute Shit TBH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good luck with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-2565170099665435575?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/2565170099665435575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/mcfuck-yourselfsupersized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/2565170099665435575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/2565170099665435575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/mcfuck-yourselfsupersized.html' title='MCfuck yourself...supersized.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-2120494515398843331</id><published>2009-11-07T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:17:46.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizing; _________________________ RooLs!</title><content type='html'>- I dont give two fucks about you...either of you.&lt;br /&gt;- Salt Lake? WTF. I couldn't just be sober? and not a re tarrddddd&lt;br /&gt;- Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;- /Win.&lt;br /&gt;- You made me think everyone was so shitty...but you were hiding your true self from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/bitchd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-2120494515398843331?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/2120494515398843331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/realizing-rools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/2120494515398843331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/2120494515398843331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/realizing-rools.html' title='Realizing; _________________________ RooLs!'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-4108350352972649091</id><published>2009-11-06T16:14:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:14:57.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shlap in da faaaaaceeeeee</title><content type='html'>good thing I was fine before you,&lt;br /&gt;and I plan on being even better after you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-4108350352972649091?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/4108350352972649091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/shlap-in-da-faaaaaceeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/4108350352972649091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/4108350352972649091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/shlap-in-da-faaaaaceeeeee.html' title='shlap in da faaaaaceeeeee'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-3806193757701067589</id><published>2009-11-05T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:27:49.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here goes nothin</title><content type='html'>fuuuuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-3806193757701067589?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/3806193757701067589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-goes-nothin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3806193757701067589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3806193757701067589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-goes-nothin.html' title='here goes nothin'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-1606669220607546968</id><published>2009-11-03T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:30:14.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In love with the east coast.</title><content type='html'>You.&lt;br /&gt;You and I?&lt;br /&gt;You and I.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. You and I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is real, And not some game I'm playing with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh the wonderful human mind.&lt;br /&gt;It is quite the device?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so fucked on my meds right now, and Imogen Heap just keeps making me loose it a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im not here in the morning I want some people to know a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I didnt get over this for a reason. But we had that conversation already. I love you, and would do anything for you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;-You're my brother. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;-I couldn't have done this without you.&lt;br /&gt;-You saved me from ending my life..And you didn't even know it..Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want you to be here, and Be mine. Come back to me?&lt;br /&gt;p.s To the Moon and Back Babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-1606669220607546968?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/1606669220607546968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-love-with-east-coast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1606669220607546968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1606669220607546968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-love-with-east-coast.html' title='In love with the east coast.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-3912901571021648905</id><published>2009-11-02T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:06:11.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk driving.</title><content type='html'>Stop making me want this to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really fucking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going against my gut, but I know that I will never have what I expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Final goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-3912901571021648905?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/3912901571021648905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/drunk-driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3912901571021648905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3912901571021648905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/drunk-driving.html' title='drunk driving.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-7278320894413745324</id><published>2009-11-02T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:40:35.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark My Words. We're Taking Over The World.</title><content type='html'>im going to go out on a limb here, and say that you calling me,&lt;br /&gt;and making me cry, combined with the awful dream I had about you and I,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made today the worst.&lt;br /&gt;I am so mad that everytime I feel like im letting this go,&lt;br /&gt;It keeps coming up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just erase you from my memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-7278320894413745324?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/7278320894413745324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/mark-my-words-were-taking-over-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7278320894413745324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7278320894413745324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/mark-my-words-were-taking-over-world.html' title='Mark My Words. We&apos;re Taking Over The World.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-6685437957456168565</id><published>2009-11-01T15:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:53:27.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating a Book.</title><content type='html'>Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually makes me cry to know how well you take things like that, and how you dont make me feel like a complete shit-tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now 10000% understand why you're my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-6685437957456168565?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/6685437957456168565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/eating-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6685437957456168565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6685437957456168565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/11/eating-book.html' title='Eating a Book.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-6572205646220826532</id><published>2009-10-31T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:36:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA! TAKE THAT!</title><content type='html'>Somehow; I managed to not be a puss, and actually approached a female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, it ended in flames..she got really offended when I told her she looked very nice in her sailor costume..Apparently she was a pirate...WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...Love is never found in parking lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-6572205646220826532?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/6572205646220826532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/ha-take-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6572205646220826532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6572205646220826532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/ha-take-that.html' title='HA! TAKE THAT!'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-6897663118370686342</id><published>2009-10-30T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:56:40.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we would look great dead/</title><content type='html'>It's nights like these that kill me inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly going to sit around and think of the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;And ruin myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-6897663118370686342?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/6897663118370686342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-we-would-look-great-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6897663118370686342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6897663118370686342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-we-would-look-great-dead.html' title='I think we would look great dead/'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-1871919750848395661</id><published>2009-10-29T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:26:23.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to my best friend, and cody knopf/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Supcdmr5FvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ph0hKAHi98Q/s1600-h/schuylar+croom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398228767027566322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Supcdmr5FvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ph0hKAHi98Q/s320/schuylar+croom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To any who don't know, This is myself, and Schuylar Croom of 'He Is Legend'.&lt;br /&gt;Now, not many people realize, that this was a huge deal. He has been one of my biggest ( if not the biggest ) musical inspirations, as a vocalist, and a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally had the chance to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-1871919750848395661?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/1871919750848395661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-to-my-best-friend-and-cody-knopf.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1871919750848395661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1871919750848395661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-to-my-best-friend-and-cody-knopf.html' title='Thanks to my best friend, and cody knopf/'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Supcdmr5FvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ph0hKAHi98Q/s72-c/schuylar+croom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-8888981222199526938</id><published>2009-10-29T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:46:09.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...</title><content type='html'>I actually just realized that the past 5 girls I have met, who showed any interest in me, were wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome..great confidence booster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just take a bag of roofies with me. THEN i may have a chance at falling in love. even if it is only for an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-8888981222199526938?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/8888981222199526938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/8888981222199526938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/8888981222199526938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow_29.html' title='wow...'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-7484408907749592598</id><published>2009-10-29T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:04:39.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over this.</title><content type='html'>these long dances with depression are starting to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't do this alone anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-7484408907749592598?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/7484408907749592598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7484408907749592598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7484408907749592598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-this.html' title='over this.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-7754271264733789990</id><published>2009-10-29T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:23:09.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>I really hope this is just a dream. I'm giving up. once again? fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;im over it. i realized that I wont ever catch a moment of your attention.&lt;br /&gt;i will never be the one who makes you smile. i wont even be the one who makes you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face it, im not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least realizing it feels better then forcing myself to think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already feel us falling apart, and it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;There's this deep feeling inside of me, and its telling me to pull you closer.&lt;br /&gt;I told you enough that you know im toast without you,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow I feel like soon you might be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, since my blogs are always bipolar.&lt;br /&gt;im actually considering leaving..not for school, not for anything or anyone..just packing up and going away..far away.&lt;br /&gt;and finding someone to love me..who won't give me false hope, or continuously fuck me over..much like every girl who has ever walked into my life has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god. schuylar croom.&lt;br /&gt;that was the greatest moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;meeting my biggest vocal inspiration was probably the best thing that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;and he was interested in me. he talked to me about what I want to do. and he said something that hit me like a bag full of bricks, and that stuck with me like gum under a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I hope one day I get this excited to shake YOUR hand "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as I lay here, writing this to...well...kacie seeing how shes the only person reading this.&lt;br /&gt;i hope your day gets better.&lt;br /&gt;because I cant be happy unless you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-7754271264733789990?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/7754271264733789990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7754271264733789990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7754271264733789990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-1662972606930556065</id><published>2009-10-28T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:04:02.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too good to be true.</title><content type='html'>This is sincerely killing me.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm praying I don't go&lt;br /&gt;until you're done with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, open your fucking eyes and see what the fuck is waiting for you to pick it up of the fucking street. when you're all alone I hope you see what you kept tossing asside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-1662972606930556065?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/1662972606930556065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-good-to-be-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1662972606930556065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1662972606930556065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='too good to be true.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-6337544794058969666</id><published>2009-10-25T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:03:03.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow..</title><content type='html'>I havent done this in so long..i forgot how much this keeps me calm, and positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-6337544794058969666?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/6337544794058969666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6337544794058969666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6337544794058969666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html' title='wow..'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-7522505184964335515</id><published>2009-10-25T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:11:22.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in the Body of a Man Defeated.</title><content type='html'>I Really just want to blog about everything right now. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;. Having a Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;. Staying in RD for a while longer&lt;br /&gt;. New Car this week?&lt;br /&gt;. Snowboard Season&lt;br /&gt;.Maylene....Oh my fucking god.&lt;br /&gt;.MJ movie&lt;br /&gt;.Getting Paid&lt;br /&gt;.You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;.The situation I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;.Staying in RD.&lt;br /&gt;.Being back in debt.&lt;br /&gt;. RIP Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;. Debt.&lt;br /&gt;. Lies.&lt;br /&gt;. Your situation.&lt;br /&gt;. Lonliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really want right now is to be feeling the same as I did all summer.&lt;br /&gt;I was Happy. I had no stress, or any worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im worried constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Im sick to my stomache.&lt;br /&gt;Im apparently not seriously ill, but what the fuck do they know.&lt;br /&gt;For all I care, my body could be slowly deteriorating from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;And it wouldnt shake me the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;Every ounce of confidence in my body has left.&lt;br /&gt;The positivity has escaped, and the negative has erased everything.&lt;br /&gt;I cant fucking stand this.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody rescue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-7522505184964335515?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/7522505184964335515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/trapped-in-body-of-man-defeated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7522505184964335515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7522505184964335515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/trapped-in-body-of-man-defeated.html' title='Trapped in the Body of a Man Defeated.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-1750339042551058612</id><published>2009-10-25T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:40:59.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend.</title><content type='html'>Dear you.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with you this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;You always know how to make me not feel like shit..which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you do transfer to rdc..and get a place with me..because I love calling you my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Because you understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-1750339042551058612?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/1750339042551058612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/diamonds-are-girls-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1750339042551058612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1750339042551058612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/diamonds-are-girls-best-friend.html' title='Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-3120880191370998338</id><published>2009-10-25T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:58:23.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of Your Life...huh kid?</title><content type='html'>Wow. not much else I can say. Last night was amazing. That was the last..and probably the best show we played, We went into it ready to party, and did just that.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are my family. I would give anything to re live the times we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see what you all turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've told you I didnt want to be apart of this. You know you're breaking me apart with every word you say.&lt;br /&gt;- I am so grateful for having you with me. I lost you once, and every second we hang out, I cherish it that much more. You're always going to be my brother. Nothing can break this apart.&lt;br /&gt;- It makes me so fucking mad that you make me feel this way..and you're not trying to. Even after I told you how I felt...I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;- You are my best friend. You are Always in my heart, and I will never let you fall. My arms are forever reaching out, ready for you.&lt;br /&gt;- I have yet to meet you, but I pray that you don't suck.&lt;br /&gt;- Im sick of you.&lt;br /&gt;- I love you.&lt;br /&gt;- Please...Love me too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-3120880191370998338?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/3120880191370998338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-of-your-lifehuh-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3120880191370998338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3120880191370998338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-of-your-lifehuh-kid.html' title='Time of Your Life...huh kid?'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-1988025199849652588</id><published>2009-10-24T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:34:03.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sink 'em In.</title><content type='html'>I hate how all it took was me to finally tell you what I wanted from her. and you were trying to convince me to have the complete opposite. As my closest guy friend, I expect you to know I cant fucking do that to anyone. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;You'll Get It Soon Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ive Been Lookin For You On The Horizon."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-1988025199849652588?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/1988025199849652588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/sink-em-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1988025199849652588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1988025199849652588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/sink-em-in.html' title='Sink &apos;em In.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-2737166476518273017</id><published>2009-10-22T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:59:12.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh. why does this make me feel so fucking shitty.</title><content type='html'>Thanks Devon/Erin for finding a semi-compatable girl for me.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope shes not a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the fact that I needed someone else to find me a date, is 100% fucking pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I just start a Plentyofish account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FuckMe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is probably the best; Not to mention the worst Idea that I have ever had"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-2737166476518273017?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/2737166476518273017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh-why-does-this-make-me-feel-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/2737166476518273017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/2737166476518273017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh-why-does-this-make-me-feel-so.html' title='ugh. why does this make me feel so fucking shitty.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-2196681897500673779</id><published>2009-10-22T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:29:05.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery Fucking Loves Me, And I Love Her Too.</title><content type='html'>I couldnt even tell you how happy I am for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but happiness always comes with a price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-2196681897500673779?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/2196681897500673779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/misery-fucking-loves-me-and-i-love-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/2196681897500673779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/2196681897500673779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/misery-fucking-loves-me-and-i-love-her.html' title='Misery Fucking Loves Me, And I Love Her Too.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-3415863202300373515</id><published>2009-10-21T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:11:46.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give it up son, you'll never be anything more then traffic through the door.</title><content type='html'>the worst thing ever, is knowing that only one thing could turn my mood right now,&lt;br /&gt;and Its the one thing im never going back to again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-3415863202300373515?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/3415863202300373515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-it-up-son-youll-never-be-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3415863202300373515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3415863202300373515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-it-up-son-youll-never-be-anything.html' title='give it up son, you&apos;ll never be anything more then traffic through the door.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-4619917902075802909</id><published>2009-10-21T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:56:07.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Heart Condition is Commonly Known as Shattered.</title><content type='html'>This should probably make me so happy..but it makes me the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;I knew this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;Once Again Calder You Fucked Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't come as an immediate surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Kelowna seems like a much better idea.&lt;br /&gt;Away from everyone, and everything.&lt;br /&gt;I can sit in my house, ponder, write and be alone.&lt;br /&gt;and get used to it, because thats probably what its gonna be like&lt;br /&gt;for the next 70 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey,&lt;br /&gt;I've realized it, and I'm over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-4619917902075802909?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/4619917902075802909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/his-heart-condition-is-commonly-known.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/4619917902075802909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/4619917902075802909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/his-heart-condition-is-commonly-known.html' title='His Heart Condition is Commonly Known as Shattered.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-8263132238098802237</id><published>2009-10-20T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:23:42.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>i really wish i wasnt having mixed emotions about this.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be over it. because it isnt getting anywhere, and I'm just stressing myself over it.&lt;br /&gt;Im simply not cut out for that, and you are probably better off that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying positiveabout this. Im not beating myself up over this. I swear. I promised myself I wouldnt do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its absolutely horrible. Over the Past week, I've been having really deep dreams. About disaster's that I've always been afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;But what's worse, is I'm having feelings like I did before the "accident". I know I swore to myself that I wouldnt try to do that again..but It's starting to make more sense every morning. Maybe I need someone..Maybe I need something...&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have is a bestfriend, a guitar, some paper, and a heart full of emotion's waiting to be screamed out in an empty room. or my vehicle. or the side of a road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a casket,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-8263132238098802237?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/8263132238098802237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/8263132238098802237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/8263132238098802237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-6801974419613695801</id><published>2009-10-20T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:20:11.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>week 2..</title><content type='html'>Things are starting to feel not so shitty...well work wise anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck everything else and its need to fall apart on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least you're someone i can count on to pick up the pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-6801974419613695801?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/6801974419613695801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6801974419613695801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6801974419613695801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-2.html' title='week 2..'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-3941190397103203251</id><published>2009-10-19T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:31:03.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learn to love like me. like me. learn to love me.</title><content type='html'>I still don't understand how this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off self.&lt;br /&gt;dont keep doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could i would give myself a black eye every time I did this.&lt;br /&gt;By day 3 I would have no more eyes to be black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would much rather something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-3941190397103203251?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/3941190397103203251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/learn-to-love-like-me-like-me-learn-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3941190397103203251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3941190397103203251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/learn-to-love-like-me-like-me-learn-to.html' title='learn to love like me. like me. learn to love me.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-2494105314133315873</id><published>2009-10-19T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:31:53.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST LET THE MUSIC, SPEAK FOR ITS FUCKING SELF!</title><content type='html'>I could really use another night of falling asleep watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;Fml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-2494105314133315873?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-169898772604641200</id><published>2009-10-19T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:20:46.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I seriously didnt think i would ever say this.</title><content type='html'>I am fucking done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calgary, if i drop my life to move back, you better have something better for me then this place has to offer me now. and if shit doesnt turn around for me. i have no problem fucking off and getting as far away as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. cheer the fuck up. i believe in you. and i know this will turn out exactly how you want it to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-169898772604641200?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/169898772604641200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-seriously-didnt-think-i-would-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/169898772604641200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/169898772604641200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-seriously-didnt-think-i-would-ever.html' title='I seriously didnt think i would ever say this.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-6355047787091510048</id><published>2009-10-18T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:35:11.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK P L A G I A R I S M</title><content type='html'>The sweet scent of our once powerful embrace, is finally fading from my cold lifeless lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-6355047787091510048?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/6355047787091510048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/fuck-p-l-g-i-r-i-s-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6355047787091510048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6355047787091510048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/fuck-p-l-g-i-r-i-s-m.html' title='FUCK P L A G I A R I S M'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-2152066441663620789</id><published>2009-10-18T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:02:54.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Lights</title><content type='html'>Well I suppose I could review my weekend in Calgs.&lt;br /&gt;So friday I drove down, and to be completely honest, Highways cause my brain to wonder into places where it should not go..and dark highways are no exception. The only thing keeping me sane was the light pounding bass, and crystal clear vocals, compliments of YOUAREAWEAPON, combined with the slow, constant flow of smoke thanks to my good friend peter jackson.&lt;br /&gt;How was I to have any expectations. I was coming for a sole reason..One I kept hidden to avoid guilt from my second party.&lt;br /&gt;As I held the wheel steady on that dark path, which leads to endless possibilities, There was a single thought on my mind. You. Everything surrounding me kept pounding the image of you into my head.&lt;br /&gt;What seemed like days later, I finally arrived. Cracked a beer, and prepared myself for a night full of adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Loco Lou's sounded like a good idea, until I peered into the window and saw a copius amount of abercrombie/aeropostale polo's, almost overwhelming my wax denim/cotten vneck clad self.&lt;br /&gt;Once I got in the doors and saw that they had Big Rock on tap, My eyes light up like the 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Pint down, and I was then introduced to a shit-disturber...FUCKMYLIFE. Not only was I allergic to 2/3rds of the ingredients to this shot, my worst enemy (Sambuca) a.k.a the ONLY liquor that triggers my emotions like a fucking on button, was present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily enough, I avoided balling my eyes out, and somehow made it home in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the highlight of my week. Nothing is better then falling asleep next to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of your relation to that person, or how either feel about the other, It simply turned everything going through my mind into a positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, saturday...you and I slept until 5. Fuck our lives haha.&lt;br /&gt;We visited my cousin, and then back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I needed to make a stop to remember a friend...and We embarked on the journey to visit her memorial.&lt;br /&gt;We took a wrong turn, and ended up infront of my first home..where I was introduced to the world of love, hate, family, foes, and beauty in destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This opened my eyes. and in my mind, I realized, that no matter what wrong decisions you make in life, You are NEVER as far away from home as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we passed a red lobster, and decided a dinner date was needed. So we got back to sait, cleaned up and drove to BP's on 17th.&lt;br /&gt;After a nice, quiet dinner, we made the trip home.&lt;br /&gt;As an ender to our visit, we cuddled up, and watched Juno.&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up this morning and left to say goodbye to my father at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;I was pulling out of the parking lot, and Realized I still hadnt seen ashlynn's plantation..&lt;br /&gt;So I made my way to fish creek, and there it was..staring at what was left for you to be remembered by, made me cry and scream louder then ever before. The pain brought me to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was finally physically and emotionally stable enough to walk away, I got into my car, and decided I needed the longest route home possible. I finally made it to the highway, and then you offered the one thing I needed the most..condolance. So I came back, had a smoke, and another hug goodbye. And then It was done. Tears fell from my eyes the moment i closed my car door. Too much at One time to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in alll..this weekend did nothing but clear my head, and remind me that there are important things in my life, that I need to keep close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have left for now is, wow.&lt;br /&gt;and to someone, you will never know this is to you...&lt;br /&gt;I want is you to notice me.&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a single, solitary moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-2152066441663620789?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/2152066441663620789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/city-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/2152066441663620789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/2152066441663620789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/city-lights.html' title='City Lights'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-6881013905836150800</id><published>2009-10-18T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:15:02.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me just one more everlasting breath.</title><content type='html'>DECISIONS.&lt;br /&gt;-Audio Engineering? = Move to bc.&lt;br /&gt;-History Major= calgs.&lt;br /&gt;-Possible touring opportunity? = dream of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;-work until i can comfortably move, and see where I end up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each comes with its own positives and negatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some assistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-6881013905836150800?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/6881013905836150800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-just-one-more-everlasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6881013905836150800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/6881013905836150800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-just-one-more-everlasting.html' title='Give me just one more everlasting breath.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-7563556374465899413</id><published>2009-10-18T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:11:31.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And to the ones who are forever burned into my soul.</title><content type='html'>Im at the point where I would do anything to turn your life around. ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;Which is a crazy thing to say, but Im pretty sure I would. Even if it took me dropping my life, and moving to be with you every waking moment.  Even if it meant me laying my heart on the table for you to take and prove to yourself that you will have the life you dream of. If it meant me losing everything. I would do it. You're more important then you will ever know. and I cant stress how much I want you to wake up every day, with that smile on your face that could pierce the sky. and turn every cloud into sunshine. That would turn snow into gold. That would turn destruction into beauty. That would turn chaos into peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find true, selfless love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-7563556374465899413?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/7563556374465899413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-to-ones-who-are-forever-burned-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7563556374465899413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7563556374465899413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-to-ones-who-are-forever-burned-into.html' title='And to the ones who are forever burned into my soul.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-3301472660038515682</id><published>2009-10-18T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:04:23.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the ones who I hold close to my heart.</title><content type='html'>Fuck. Seeing that made my heart sink into the deepest of places. I miss you now more then i ever thought i could. I wish I had a chance to say goodbye, and for you to know how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where your heart lies, I will always be found. This is more then you could ever dream of, This is pure."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-3301472660038515682?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/3301472660038515682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-ones-who-i-hold-close-to-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3301472660038515682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3301472660038515682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-ones-who-i-hold-close-to-my-heart.html' title='To the ones who I hold close to my heart.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-3350780654558423515</id><published>2009-10-16T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:32:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im sorry i fail/ fml</title><content type='html'>well shiiiit.&lt;div&gt;i finally started a job...fuuuuuuck ya. p.s kacie i hate your keyboard because i cant spell anything right the first time. dont throw sharp objects at her car..btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beer = calder sick = hilarious = not remembering ANYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s this is already fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-3350780654558423515?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/3350780654558423515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sorry-i-fail-fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3350780654558423515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3350780654558423515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sorry-i-fail-fml.html' title='im sorry i fail/ fml'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-5763338685022738520</id><published>2009-10-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:38:09.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhhhhhh SHIT</title><content type='html'>Love nights like these. hanging out with old best friends, is unreal. i missed that.&lt;br /&gt;Im stoked on this week,&lt;br /&gt;Today: Hangout with kacie, then turkey round 2.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Start work at RDE; Wings, and hangout with kayla&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Night off, Playing at the vat&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:Snowboarding? WHAAAT?&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Getting paid (i hope) paying back nick for my blackberry&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: COP?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-5763338685022738520?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/5763338685022738520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohhhhhhhh-shit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/5763338685022738520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/5763338685022738520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohhhhhhhh-shit.html' title='Ohhhhhhhh SHIT'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-732443524769114074</id><published>2009-10-11T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:20:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Already..wow.</title><content type='html'>Over this place..well not so much the place, but seeing 4 ex girlfriends every weekend in the same room=bummer and a half.&lt;br /&gt;but im pretty sure im going to miss you..and it sucks..but i guess i was expecting that,&lt;br /&gt;it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW youre amazing. one of my best friends. i trust you with everything, and know that you will never judge me. or lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love It.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-732443524769114074?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/732443524769114074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/alreadywow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/732443524769114074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/732443524769114074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/alreadywow.html' title='Already..wow.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-5588960063686312762</id><published>2009-10-10T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:01:52.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>You finally speak up, after how long of me trying to get through to you?&lt;br /&gt;Not impressed my dear. You need to put me someplace on your list of priorities that isnt the very bottom. Until then, forget about it. Im done trying to keep anything in production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and to you, that really fucking hurts. but its not your fault. I can already see this turning out really badly.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH YEAH last night was fucked. 3 ex girlfriends in 1 room. NOT FUCKING COOL. especially when one tries to get some dude to fight you. bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-5588960063686312762?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/5588960063686312762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/5588960063686312762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/5588960063686312762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally_10.html' title='FINALLY.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-118463088001559151</id><published>2009-10-08T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:40:49.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D.E.A.R.Y.O.U</title><content type='html'>I cant fucking believe you.&lt;br /&gt;You lead me to belive that we had something,&lt;br /&gt;something worth fighting for,&lt;br /&gt;and now? you want NOTHING to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want things to change? Start a fucking conversation once.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something worth hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont just fucking ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a warning to some other people.&lt;br /&gt;im not afraid to cut you out of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-118463088001559151?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/118463088001559151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/dearyou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/118463088001559151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/118463088001559151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/dearyou.html' title='D.E.A.R.Y.O.U'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-3685014857332816155</id><published>2009-10-08T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:42:03.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once apon a time, I wanted you to be mine.</title><content type='html'>So, I finally got a job. Its About Fucking Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best day of my life, Minus one thing thats still on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why, But its fucking annoying. I dont want to feel this way about someone, when its clearly not how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some advice would be nice,&lt;br /&gt;or simply, a solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-3685014857332816155?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/3685014857332816155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-apon-time-i-wanted-you-to-be-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3685014857332816155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/3685014857332816155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-apon-time-i-wanted-you-to-be-mine.html' title='Once apon a time, I wanted you to be mine.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-971679281732598142</id><published>2009-10-07T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:17:20.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last straw.</title><content type='html'>im sick of people saying they're "always here for you" then not following through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, im sick of having to put forth all the effort to make something work.&lt;br /&gt;i always find myself the one making the phone call, or sending the first message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to anyone, and everyone who wants me to ever be there, this is youre chance to step up.&lt;br /&gt;minus a single person. because she actually makes the same effort as i do. im pretty sure you know who you are, if not ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-971679281732598142?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/971679281732598142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-straw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/971679281732598142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/971679281732598142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-straw.html' title='last straw.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-7394396433838817610</id><published>2009-10-06T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:25:36.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>today was great, I woke up, had an interview in bfalds,&lt;br /&gt;came home, then had taco tuesday with one of my oldest friends ever.&lt;br /&gt;Went, re-recorded a bunch of my acoustic tracks,&lt;br /&gt;and got a phone call..from sport mart, and I start thursday.&lt;br /&gt;fuck yes.&lt;br /&gt;then I go to sharks, Mike says he'll be starting me monday or tuesday of next week,&lt;br /&gt;fuck yes.&lt;br /&gt;then I come home, and my sister says my interview apparently went well, and they are definately considering hireing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, all I could need, is some nice weather so I can go for a skateboard,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;insert&gt; Laying next to me, watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make it happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-7394396433838817610?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/7394396433838817610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7394396433838817610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/7394396433838817610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-5611125861205858318</id><published>2009-10-06T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:11:22.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>operation relocation = hello final destination.</title><content type='html'>Love- a word ive heard a million + times.&lt;br /&gt;a word i still dont understand 100%.&lt;br /&gt;a feeling i long for.&lt;br /&gt;an emotion that fails us all.&lt;br /&gt;the force continuing human existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im taking a moment, if i may to recognize the loss of a close friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlynn Rains, you were a big part of my life for a fairly short time.&lt;br /&gt;Now that youre gone, I now realize that you kept me sane in my darkest times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you terribly,&lt;br /&gt; Rest In Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-5611125861205858318?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/5611125861205858318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/operation-relocation-hello-final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/5611125861205858318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/5611125861205858318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/operation-relocation-hello-final.html' title='operation relocation = hello final destination.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-1636326649474192817</id><published>2009-10-06T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:06:53.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleed and Blister.</title><content type='html'>Waking up after dreaming about the 2 things you want most, and then realizing you still dont have the answer to getting either? shitty beans.&lt;br /&gt;This interview is the deciding factor in me getting packed up and leaving this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can work my ass off for the next 5 months, then move? that'd be nice.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know if i can really take much more shit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone else to help me through this.&lt;br /&gt;someone like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-1636326649474192817?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/1636326649474192817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/bleed-and-blister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1636326649474192817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/1636326649474192817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/bleed-and-blister.html' title='Bleed and Blister.'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524223465962239712.post-9132833872969431693</id><published>2009-10-05T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:20:45.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Moon and Back Babe..</title><content type='html'>This is way to hard to cope with.&lt;br /&gt;I reallly need that feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;Where the world isnt on your back,&lt;br /&gt;and the positivity flows in copius ammounts,&lt;br /&gt;almost overwhelming you.&lt;br /&gt;I long for the touch of a human, that spreads passion,&lt;br /&gt;and love,&lt;br /&gt;like a fire in a dry forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this. More then Anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524223465962239712-9132833872969431693?l=setanchors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/feeds/9132833872969431693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-moon-and-back-babe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/9132833872969431693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524223465962239712/posts/default/9132833872969431693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setanchors.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-moon-and-back-babe.html' title='To the Moon and Back Babe..'/><author><name>Anchors Away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14256444483738978583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_affOVenXLyM/Ssrc44SpRqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oQRWsRyBK4U/S220/DSC_0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
