<?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-5564899</id><updated>2011-07-07T11:08:11.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Flaming Monkey Pants </title><subtitle type='html'>I wrack my brain for 100 semi-interesting things about me. Woo. Exciting, no?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonkeydeux.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonkeydeux.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>35mmMonkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReOyKpavTDk/ThX19BE_TWI/AAAAAAAAADU/iIGpRdtXcLk/s220/Ren3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564899.post-105784410516592741</id><published>2003-07-10T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:49:01.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vanity, thy name is Ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I present 100 things about me (finally completed April 2004 &amp;amp; edited again in 2007):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate when people make plans with me, then instead of calling to break the plans, they go into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a quasi-lazy eye. It makes its appearance in important photographs.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love children more than I let on.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm fuckin' lazy, but I'm all about the physical activity.&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish I didn't drink quite so much beer.&lt;br /&gt;6. Driving fast is underrated.&lt;br /&gt;7. I would die without my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;8. though, the amount I use that cell phone, it will probably &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; the cause of my death.&lt;br /&gt;9. I swear too much for my own liking.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm fiercely loyal to my friends and expect the same of them.&lt;br /&gt;11. I only have one knee cap.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;s&gt;10 &lt;/s&gt;12 tattoos and countin'!&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;s&gt;I am a corporate whore who is up to her shins in debt. &lt;/s&gt;Quit my job to become a full time photographer.&lt;br /&gt;14. Since the age of 25, I have had a mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;15. Thinking about my mortgage makes me queasy.&lt;br /&gt;16. I worry about money constantly. Even when I have it.&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm terrified of breaking my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;18. I've broken my nose 2x and got a great lecture from my doctor the second time about me being a battered girlfriend. When I explained that I got it from horsing around with a friend, he called me a 'tough guy' and refused to write a prescription for pain killers.&lt;br /&gt;19. I've broken a couple of ribs, but totally denied it at the time.&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm not a morning person, but I live to row in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;21. Itchy and Scratchy cartoons make me laugh until I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;22. I have 3 cats, and I'm not ashamed to say I've got a favourite.&lt;br /&gt;23. Being touched by strangers freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;24. I cry during those Bell Christmas adverts (that they never show anymore)&lt;br /&gt;25. The song "Mister Bojangles" also makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;26. So does that "have yourself a merry little Christmas" song.&lt;br /&gt;27. thinking about those 2 songs right now is choking me up&lt;br /&gt;28. I only grow my hair out to insane proportions to piss off other people&lt;br /&gt;29. I can't handle compliments.&lt;br /&gt;30. But I'm great at giving compliments&lt;br /&gt;31. I get tired easily when I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;32. I don't cry enough&lt;br /&gt;33. though "the drugs don't work" by the Verve, does choke me up something fierce.&lt;br /&gt;34. I need to watch more cartoons&lt;br /&gt;35. I need to draw more cartoons&lt;br /&gt;36. I have actually dated more than one cheerleader. I didn't know they were cheerleaders. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;37. To clarify the above, by the time I dated them, they were &lt;b&gt;former&lt;/b&gt; cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;38. I used to be able to drink an entire bottle of Amaretto on my own when I was younger (and obviously fuckin' stupid).&lt;br /&gt;39. the thought of that makes me want to hurl&lt;br /&gt;40. my university degree used to hang in the spare bathroom of my old condo&lt;br /&gt;41. The cats owned the spare bathroom&lt;br /&gt;42. I majored in English, but have more than &lt;s&gt;9 &lt;/s&gt;12 years of experience in the financial/insurance industries.&lt;br /&gt;43. I have 0 years of experience in anything related to having a major in English&lt;br /&gt;44. I suspect that having a degree in "ice cream making" may have been better.&lt;br /&gt;45. I miss being a smoker, but I'll never take it up again.&lt;br /&gt;46. I started smoking to stunt my growth.&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm half an inch under being 6 feet tall&lt;br /&gt;48. I detest conflict.&lt;br /&gt;49. Especially when it doesn't involve me directly.&lt;br /&gt;50. I dwell on stuff for waaaay too long&lt;br /&gt;51. But I don't hold grudges.&lt;br /&gt;52. I have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;53. I'm lactose intolerant&lt;br /&gt;54. but I lurve cheese.&lt;br /&gt;55. I almost became a nun&lt;br /&gt;56. Well, not almost, but I did think about it.&lt;br /&gt;57. Even after that priest told me I was going to go to hell&lt;br /&gt;58. Religion fascinates me&lt;br /&gt;59. I keep debating returning to the church.&lt;br /&gt;60. Though I think the church still has me on the 'deviant' list.&lt;br /&gt;61. Taco Bell cures my migraines&lt;br /&gt;62. I hate being stared at.&lt;br /&gt;63. When I'm nervous, I play with my earrings&lt;br /&gt;64. I absent mindedly rub my tummy&lt;br /&gt;65. "Eleanor Rigby" is my favourite Beatles song, bar none.&lt;br /&gt;66. I'm horrible at returning phone calls, yet I get pissy when people don't call me back right away.&lt;br /&gt;67. I fall for straight girls&lt;br /&gt;68. number 68 brings me more heartache than I'm willing to admit to.&lt;br /&gt;69. I fall for gay guys.&lt;br /&gt;70. Sleep deprivation makes me weepy.&lt;br /&gt;71. And prone to saying stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;72. Very stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;73. I can't remember what number 68 was.&lt;br /&gt;74. I have almost no short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;75. But I have crazy amazing long term memory.&lt;br /&gt;76. I wish I did more in life.&lt;br /&gt;77. Though I can now add speed dating to the dumb arsed things I have done in life.&lt;br /&gt;78. Never managed to learn bass guitar before I turned 30.&lt;br /&gt;79. I ran out of time for number 78.&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;s&gt;I think I'm in the wrong career. &lt;/s&gt;NOT ANY MORE! woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;s&gt;I think I'll always be in the wrong line of business&lt;/s&gt; ...PSYCHE. I'm a photographer now, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;82. One word: Plastics&lt;br /&gt;83. Porn makes me giggle. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;84. So does phone sex.&lt;br /&gt;85. Hell, nekkid people make me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;86. I'm terrified of having my heart broken&lt;br /&gt;87. Yet I'm the last of the die-hard romantics&lt;br /&gt;88. I don't deal well with tragedies&lt;br /&gt;89. I like crap music&lt;br /&gt;90. I've almost died 3 times&lt;br /&gt;91. I'm no longer freaked out by number 90&lt;br /&gt;92. I really want to live in England&lt;br /&gt;93. For the first time ever, I can say that I'm definitely in love&lt;br /&gt;94. Number 93 terrifies me.&lt;br /&gt;95. I'm finally becoming comfortable in my skin&lt;br /&gt;96. Contrary to popular belief, I like being domestic&lt;br /&gt;97. I make an awesome salmon dinner&lt;br /&gt;98. I still don't get enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;99. I want to buy a house before my 34th birthday . [Done by age 30! ]&lt;br /&gt;100. As Tracy Ullman would say "it's over! Go home! 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