<?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-6400099</id><updated>2011-10-11T11:51:04.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The demon's fridge</title><subtitle type='html'>this is where i keep my lil emotions, confessions and updates on things important to me.  I do keep pretty personal stuff her for people to gawk and viciously criticize here--just think of it as the ol' Roman lion feeding. 

Beware of gender-changing gaurd demon.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-113608523311682979</id><published>2005-12-31T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T19:13:53.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;New Years Eve. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominique was sitting in the room of the demon's fridge once again..but this time it was a bit more crowded. And louder. And lit up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was pushed back, cleaned and spacious now..looking like a ballroom. THe old floor that was dull wa sbrightened with a glow that came from below the ground. The walls seeming to come alive as well. The ceiling? painted with angels, parrots, and moonlight. The feathers of the parrots seemed to glow with a mysterious light.  It was a celebration; a new years celebration, and it seemed that everyone was there. All of her characters anyway. She was happy enough, seeing them dressed up so formal, being with each other, their friends, their lovers and families. Even Nikuumo came, when at first he wasnt, bringing along his beautiful mate, Mewt and all of his childreen. ALong with the ice demon came Scarlet and Deimos, Nikuumo's parents and also some of his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was dressed nicely, including Dominique. Standing there she wore a flowing strapless gown of black and blue. She wore elbow-length gloves which were suprisingly fingerless but made of wonderful silk. Her hair was  flipped , not having the usual bangs over her eyes but instead it was pulled back with two clips of black and blue flowers, which worked nicely. What was on her feet? Nothing..she stayed barefoot....This place was like a 2nd home to her..it was not necessary to wear shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She conversed with her personas..the people they brought, having fun and enjoying herself but soon even she had to move back to recharge her batteries. Dom, normally used to being alone, still had that itch about her..and she just went off to be by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let everyone have their fun, slipping away unnotcied and soon she went through a small door, inside a room...it was slightly dusty and not as luxurious as the room outside..but there in the middle of the room was her old faithful computer. She smiled warmly, eyes opened halfway and slowly she walked forward, sitting down and starting to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well it seems that everyone is having a good time. I was kinda stuck being here by myself but I made good with it; inviting my personas to come and hang with me. Who knows? maybe I will find one of my friends who might want to go to the club..get out of this formal wear to shake it.  *Chuckles* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone seems so happy out there...Nikuumo smooching with Mewt, Midnight with Neta goofing off, Sara adding music with the orchestra. I am a bit happy as well but...I'm sure I would be happier with some of my friends. Like Mike and T.K and Jojo ...and of course Joel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight..nothing is really going to happen for me. The REAL party is tommorow. We are supposedly going to be having a fish-fry with my family...and that seems nice. And I guess that truly works. Im frankly quite tired for just running on 4 hours of sleep and I know i hafta get up early tommorow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-113608523311682979?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/113608523311682979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=113608523311682979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/113608523311682979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/113608523311682979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-113333467198816806</id><published>2005-11-29T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:32:36.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 o'clock ranting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The lights flicked on in the big computer room and Dominique smiled softly, looking around. She was clad in some blue jeans, with a blue shirt that had a happy face on it. around her neck was a black and blue scarf..on her head was an aviator hat. She looked around...the place hadnt changed a bit...save for the dust and a few fairies that decided to make a home here. she didnt mind though, just walked through the bit of a crowd of them, sitting down in that old black and purple chair, turning on the computer... It took a moment but it did come on fully, the faithful sound that windows gave music to her ears. she cracked her knuckles and looked around, smiling softly then she started to type:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well 2 more muntes before the next day..actually 1 hr and 51 minutes until the next day to be precise..oh..50.&lt;br /&gt;Some things have been sneaking up on me. ON my mind and heart for a while. I dont know. Normally I dont let such things bother me... But I cant help but to....tonight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I talked to Jo-cake today...which was really nice. I actually talked to him on the phone on Sunday..but rarely he gets online due to work...and I understand that. So seeing him and rping (kinda.) with him was nice. even if it was only for a good..oh..20 minutes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him a lot..even if i see him almost every day for a few moments or so... and i love him ever so dearly.. But it seems he doesnt approve of some of the things i do. For example..the narutaki's mate project i have going on...not a lot of peopel joined... which is okay. But the ones that have are really good participants. They bring art, rps... and even send notes from their characters to mine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then there are times I just rp. I mean..I've been doing it since i was 13. Its something I'm familiar with..something that I probably blame why I'm so anti-social on. I mean when you fantasize, make own characters and do things you normally wont do in the real world why try and be with people? lol . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It helps me forget some things of the day..and lets me be what i want to be..for a little while. im not saying its somethign I rely on... I do love to do it but i know that there are mroe important things out there. Just is just like the vacation I cant have..for qutie some time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont know how to put it..but Jo-cake just..gets jealous.. .He feels that rp...wait..excuse me... erotic rp is a way of cheating and doesnt approve. I kinda regret bringing this up.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;normally i do not talk of my problems....or what i feel are problems..and sometimes i feel that i make mountains out of molehills.. and I needed to take this out somewhere. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but to me this just goes on the whole trust thing. Again. I wont go into detail about the previous things... but I just feel that there are times where I feel that Joel doesnt trust me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust me that I wouldnt do anything off the computer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay guys, truthfully. how many people would do things they do in rp in real life? i mean some peopel actually have real life rp..which is boring as hell.. but I mean if Jo-cake knows that I love him and he has my heart..isnt that enough? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isnt writing literature with another only that? literature? doesnt come out better with another than doing it alone? Be it fantasy, action..erotica? It comes out better when another head is involved. Dont know what you would have missed.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im jsut confused...words arent coming out right..things arent fluid. This is just a rant and All I know is that Narutaki's project is almost over. It is the last week in November...he has to chose a mate.. and the person I chose is going to roleplay it out so we can make a story and my character can no longer live alone. gah I'm ranting on! Maybe cause I know it would upset Joel..but then again..not finishing this will upset me.. and I'll feel sad...and I'll feel pent up. Is that how its supposed to be...? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Normally , me being a rebel and one always alone I'm used to doing what I like..making others happy in the process. The one with friends, hell even friends with benefits..but never a true love. One who was good at giving love advice but then never had the chance to use them herself. And so right now I say..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"fuck it. I do what I want and if Jo-cake has a problem then he just does. If i wanna rp then fine..as long as im not humping anyone in the real world. I f im not doing drugs or summoning things that will surely wipe out mankind then things are cool" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then why do i feel so bad? Why does it sound liek im cold-hearted? cause i would hurt another and sacrifice my own happiness? i just want to rp and not to make him upset... but I feel that maybe I'm not all in the wrong. He will have to trust me sooner or later. There are time where i ask him if he trusts me...he hesitates... once he said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I trust you...but only to an extent." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;owch, man. I mean in love...thats the first thing you have to do is trust another. If theres no trust theres no nothing. I trust Joel. Knowing him and his jealousy and how i know that he doesnt liek hypocrites i trust him to death. I know that he wouldnt do anything... but i also know that he doesnt trust me.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay..right here right now ill tell the truth. I rp a lot. many times. but Ive never done anything farther than kissing in my life. You can quote me on that. YOu can write it on stone. Nothing. NOTHING. no sex, no orgies, no drugs, nada. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And rp is where myfantasies and writings go... it does te things i wouldnt do in reality. or havent done. well..hanging upside down.. ic ant do that..but i do it in rp.. so yea...things i cant do.&lt;br /&gt;So joel doesnt trust me cause i write with others? Sorry but to me that seems a bit..well..small. if i had sex with others. now THATS a different story. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He tells me I dont see it his way. I do..but i jsut see it as going maybe a bit..over the top. i dont know..maybe because I can be a cold-hearted bitch. Maybe because im a bit of a free-bird and lenient. Maybe cause I can be indifferent and dont give a rats ass if jo-cake did an rp with 10 others. as long as hes having the time of his life. and..as long as he doesnt do it in real life..without me of course . =3 Actually... okay maybe people can see me crazy..but if he went on an orgy in real life..i'd be hurt. But iw oudl want him to have fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was this one girl at his school that actually wanted to go otu with him..and i actually told him if he wnated to..then he could. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He called me crazy and got mad.. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chuckled for a moment and then closed her eyes, sighing softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I think tahts enough ranting..and though all of this I guess it just narrows it down to the main reason. M'love , let me have my fun. if you can only trust me in my reality..then let me be in my fantasy worlds..let me draw what i want, let me write what i wish , be who i wish and please do not be offended by my roleplays. And more importantly... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat there for a moment, reading her post over and then she nodded, soon getting up and pressng the Publish button. She shivered..god it was starting to get cold and slowly she turned, going to walk out. Before she did she heard a soft and familiar grunt and looking above her...she saw a young looking dark skinned boy...black hair fallen over his face, huge fox ears flickering. His huge bushy tail swayed as it hung over the shelf, tickling the top of Dominique's head. She smiled and then whispered softly, barely audible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"G'night, Nikuumo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of teh day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-George McDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rp issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Joel for a moment and it was nice...hes still with our baby..and appearantly put him on pause....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade and I talked more on Narutaki's mate. Its going smoothly and tommorows the last day of november. We are to be done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea..I was a penquin for a little while with Max, Ross and J. It was only for a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max brought me back to normal. Ross jsut sneeze since he was sick. andJ..only talked to me for liek 2 minues since he had to go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-113333467198816806?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/113333467198816806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=113333467198816806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/113333467198816806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/113333467198816806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/11/10-oclock-ranting.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-113135392978704104</id><published>2005-11-07T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:58:49.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Help. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trusted within my own house. My love is going through shit and I cannot be by his side. My friend cries. My equality is not being shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone come and stop this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the night: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Theres something out there far from my home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A longing that I've never known...." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          -Lyric from "Jack's Lament" -- Nightmare Before Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-113135392978704104?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/113135392978704104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=113135392978704104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/113135392978704104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/113135392978704104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/11/help.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-112616558519701810</id><published>2005-09-08T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T00:46:25.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dom was seen sitting down at the computer in the cluttered and now dusty area of the Press room. She sighed, leaning back in her chair, a bowl in front of her filled with vanilla and crunch ice cream. She took a bite and then stared at her screen in thought. She sat there and sighed, closing her eyes. So many things were going through her mind...some of them not even appropriate.... but she didnt know how to express it to anyone. Surely Joel wouldnt be able to understand. Mike and Charlie would be left in the dark. As for Tianna..well..she was part of it. This was teh main reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting her spoon down she began to write, eyes furrowed in thought :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many things happening..So many things happening at once. Bittersweet. Giving me all I've wanted. I have love. I have affection. I have someone that truly cares for me ... No matter waht. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I've had it for a while..but not in the degree I wished it. Now.. I do..and it feels so grand.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at the same time....when I went from my friend's house. She gave me the same attention. The same affection that it didnt matter waht was wrong with me. She would listen. She would talk like I was a true friend...which is truly grand... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is also something any relationship should start with. Friendship.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However. Something else happens... My head swims. I lose my thought. And for some reason I hear my name being called...along with somethign else. Something deep within me I cannot explain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lose my nerve sometimes. There are thigns I want to tell her...and its not like what some people think. Not like that at all. Just some simple things I could tell ANY of my other friends..but not her...and i dont know why.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully this friend will not read it. Nor will anyone else who reads it will think ill of me. Jo-cake..? I could tell him but I fear jealousy will sprout... when all I need right now is answers to my questions and affection. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But .. I'm sleepy now.. I need to rest.  Until next time demon fridgie.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RP issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None really. No one wants to rp with me. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the last time, NO you cant rape yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dominique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-112616558519701810?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/112616558519701810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=112616558519701810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112616558519701810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112616558519701810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/09/dom-was-seen-sitting-down-at-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-112466479909610600</id><published>2005-08-21T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:53:19.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was rping with jo-cake and he went to look at my other characher's profile...and he saw that Sparrow Marriweather..was mated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you, Sparrow is my first RP character ever under Yahoo messenger... I made yusuke, which i met jo-cake under, later...after Hige...and Seto Kaiba.. *Snickers*&lt;br /&gt;But...as usual...jo-cake went green..with jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to go on and on about how its considered cheating to have my other chrarcters to be considered mates and lovers..becuase when you rp a peice of your heart goes out to that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I never thought about it like that...but.. i consider it true. The person who is Sparrow's mate... i care for...but probably not as strong as Jo-cake. Yes, we were together before..but things came up and we broke up.. and yea... we made it so the characters could come back together.. but i dont know if that relationship is the same irl.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... goes down to this. I dont feel that jo-cake should be so jealous..becuase i rp with others..because they have mates... for to me i see it as playing around..as games. i feel..that he's prbaobly taking a it a little bit too seriously. I see where he's coming from... I totally understand... i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am too detached for my own good... Is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some Angsty Rp with Joeseph yesterday. He told me of his coven..buti cant really talk about it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;J0-cake and i rped ourselves which was nice.. *Smiles* i do miss rping as Yusuke though... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-112466479909610600?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/112466479909610600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=112466479909610600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112466479909610600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112466479909610600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/08/yesterday-i-was-rping-with-jo-cake-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-112432496126088149</id><published>2005-08-17T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T17:29:21.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello, my duckies! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in a rollercoaster of emotion. things are acting okay with Jo-cake..but im a bit worried. he gets jealous a lot. I wish I can prove to him taht he doesnt need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rp issues &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;none. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-112432496126088149?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/112432496126088149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=112432496126088149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112432496126088149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112432496126088149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-my-duckies-im-in-rollercoaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-112412794941398862</id><published>2005-08-15T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T10:47:47.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hollow Child. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened during the last time I've written. I've found love, I've found a companion and Ive also fround out...that my house is too small to be remodeld! *Chuckles softly* But its looking good..never thought the house would even have hardwood floors...and the doors just look absolutely wonderful. When i sit out in front of them I feel like I'm in a japanese home.. I Dont know why..but it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ...feels good right now.. .to have the things I've always wanted. Love, change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel so sad...? why do I feel hollow on one moment and full the next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that something is truly wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Jo-cake and I were writing stories together; where each of us is telling a chapter. But...when I wrote the description of mine... i said he was someone i really care for... and not someone i love. not telling the truth that he was my boyfriend. I mean hell, I want to scream it out to the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love him! I love Joel Molina! My Jo-cake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But...there are things I fear. It seems that whenever I speak of things that I hold dear..things that I love. They get taken away from me... An evil eye of some sorts..a demon ...takes away all the things that I love.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It happened with my father. My friends. My mother... all of the things I look forward to..the things that I care most about..things that are rightfully mine that are taken away from some uncertain event. Death, Fights, no more attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Is it jsut that im superstitious? Is it becasue....because I put so much thought into it and thats its a coincedence? I felt that at first..that.. 'oh, its no biggie. its just a coincencedence. its not going to happen again' but then..it happens over and over..wehre i talk so much about someone , about something, that its gone from my grasp in an instant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So..yes... I love Joel. I love him to death. If I had to pick someone to spend my life with it probably be him. Im just scared to say it. Not becuase I'm scared of my feelings...cause im scared of what the evil eye might do.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I guess I just..fear... "how long will this happiness last?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rp issues... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tons... of couse Gatita (my new cat character) and jo-cake are doing very well. As of now they kinda have adopted kids. baby bunnies! 8 of them. Names: Owen, Jessica, Lulu, Akito, Sheik, Glo, Chocobo, Esculidar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quote of the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"I know I dont know you...but I want you..so bad. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lyric from Maroon 5's &lt;em&gt;Secret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-112412794941398862?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/112412794941398862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=112412794941398862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112412794941398862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112412794941398862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/08/hollow-child.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-112243333984742944</id><published>2005-07-26T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:02:19.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, my love, please don’t cry~I’ll wash my bloody hands and we’ll start a new life~I ripped out his throat~And called you on the telephone to take off my disguise~Just in time to hear you cry~When you mourn the death of your bloody valentine~The night he died~You mourned the death of your bloody valentine~One last time~Singing...~Oh my love please don’t cry ~I’ll wash my bloody hands~And we’ll start a new life~I don’t know much at all, I don’t know wrong from right~All I know is that I love you tonight~There was...Police and flashing lights~The rain came down so hard that night and the~Headlines read a lover died~No tell-tale heart was left to find~When you mourn the death of your bloody valentine~The night he diedYou mourned the death of your bloody valentine~One last time~Singing...~Oh my love please don’t cry~ I’ll wash my bloody hands~And we’ll start a new life~I don’t know much at all, I don’t know wrong from right~All I know is that I love you tonight~Tonight...~He dropped you off I followed him home~Then I stood outside his bedroom window~Standing over him he begged me not to do~What I knew I had to do ’cause I’m so in love with you~Oh my love please don’t cry I’ll wash my bloody hands~And we’ll start a new life~I don’t know much at all, I don’t know wrong from rightAll I know is that I love you tonight~Tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-112243333984742944?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/112243333984742944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=112243333984742944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112243333984742944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112243333984742944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-my-love-please-dont-cryill-wash-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-112157164364346628</id><published>2005-07-16T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:33:26.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Words of Wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today it was pretty much a slow day. I mean.... I got up and i ate pot stickers for god's sake. Went out, grabbed mike and went to borders. We had a feast and just hang out..now were full and happy..just chjilling out while i watch the half moon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon... gives me so much inspiration. i guess because I relate to it. The silent and content shine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-112157164364346628?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/112157164364346628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=112157164364346628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112157164364346628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112157164364346628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/07/words-of-wisdom-well-today-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-112136591110276386</id><published>2005-07-14T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T12:01:30.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Club virgin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to club 21 on downtown and honestly it was the most fun I had in my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so new, so great, and so wonderful. SO many people were there and when you danced people just randomly danced with you. ^^ I ...never been so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange enough all the gay men were hitting on me...and saying that I had a big ass. Which... is true but when a gay guy says it...it makes me feel soo good.... *Chuckles* I guess becuase gays ae all about ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Throws hands up* WOO!!! Anyway, I made quite a few friends. Theres Cody, Marquis, Danyell, Marylyn, Danny, and Chris. Oh! and another Chris. He's the one that took us in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went right when the place opened and it was kinda dull but around 11 things started to get jumping! People were daancing! The place got hot and sweaty and I felt like was in an orgy!! It felt....so good. *purrs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, you guys need to check my dream jounral &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/foxgaurdianofice"&gt;www.xanga.com/foxgaurdianofice&lt;/a&gt; ... I had a weird dream after going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.... this morning was a trip. First of all I didnt get home until 2 in the morning, didnt get in bed until 4:45. when that happened i got up at 7:00 to get my mom up and told her about my misadventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flipped at first; worried. but then she said she would talk to me later. Then when she did she called me three times .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time: saying that she was sorry for flipping out and telling me I was banned from clubs. Am not banned from clubs just be careful and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time: saying that when I told her I was bisexual she called me confused. She said I wasnt and she apologized for what she said. She told me to pray...again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd time: She wanted me on the pill. Which i was like "WHAT THE FUCK?! " I was just..confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victor is back and we have been rping like crazy!!! ^^ we have done Malik x Marik and Duo x Quatre. Good times...gooood times.. *Sighs* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My kingdom for a Slurpee!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-112136591110276386?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/112136591110276386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=112136591110276386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112136591110276386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112136591110276386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/07/club-virgin.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-112097758537941932</id><published>2005-07-09T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:28:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kitten's Lament. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive been going through my ups and downs today. Ive been trying to keep my cool and to find the middle. But i fear right now, Ive hit rock bottom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I havent been left alone until now, and its way too late. I thought if everyone would leave me alone that I would be okay. But right now.. .i want someone right me.. I want to be held. To be loved. To be taken care of just for tonight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like I'm going to cry; the lump in my throat, my vision getting blurry and that sick feeling you get in your stomach as you know that those saline tears are going to come at any moment. But then again, my stomach has been hurting too. Cramps. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe...maybe that is why I'm going through my mood swings. Oh god, I wish I knew right now! I'm so mixed up inside... I'm.... really lonely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want someone to call me. I want someone to IM me. I want someone to come, right now, at 11:40 p.m. to whisk me away form this house. I dont even care if its to their car! Just...take me out of this currently gloomy and empty place, grab me and hold me close.. just for tonight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for tonight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a dream.... that I was all alone with no one beside me. I wished in my dream that someone, anyone was beside me so I didnt have to feel alone anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Tidus, Final Fantasy X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-112097758537941932?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/112097758537941932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=112097758537941932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112097758537941932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112097758537941932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/07/kittens-lament.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-112096910970972156</id><published>2005-07-09T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T21:18:29.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's not right, but its okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today has been an okay day. Ive been hit with ups and downs, like always. But hey... I guess everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on my own, without anything to wake me up. No one calling my name, No door bell ringing, No phones whatsoever. It was peaceful, quiet, and for once... I woke up before anyone else, including Alexis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes after I was disrupted by my doorbell and teh sound of chainsaws. The gardeners came and worked out on the backyard. It also remidned me that I had another thing to worry about; my Assessment test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Assessment test was only 45 minutes. I was out of there in 46 and when i was walkign to my car I met Sammy along the way. He came running to me like he was  hobo wanting my money but I soon recognized him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was kicked out of teh home he was staying in and was forced to live with his aunt. The only way he couild come and visit me is if he takes the bus. Tasha came over as well, finding that her mother is being a bit pushy on her, and was having problems letting her oldest daughter go. Which kinds pissess me off. I gave my friend advice on what to do.... hopefully it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to eat dinner with mom for once. We had crab, macaroni and cheese, and mozerella sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issabella and Isaiah, the kiddy neighbors right next to us, came over and kinda interupted my meal. They asked for some of my food and..uh... I almost snapped. Kinda reminded myself of a tiger protecting it's meal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-112096910970972156?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/112096910970972156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=112096910970972156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112096910970972156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112096910970972156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-not-right-but-its-okay_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-112098073775909385</id><published>2005-06-20T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:32:17.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is being made a little late but i put it on the right day.  A birthday wish to a guy I really seem to like; Joel Molina. Happy birthday... *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues; None that I can think of, sorry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Friendship comes like fresh air to a drowning man." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-112098073775909385?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/112098073775909385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=112098073775909385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112098073775909385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/112098073775909385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111904541420946172</id><published>2005-06-17T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T14:56:54.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Windwaker, Windy Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i still have my friend over....or rather friends. Mikes here too. Im doing fine it seem... ^^ its not soo bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were palying windwaker..but wahts weird is that its a windy day outside as wel. its really nice.. i enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have much to say; Im supposed to go and sign some papers and also go to a wedding... tommorow... Im not too keen on weddings, but hell, I guess it wont kill me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111904541420946172?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111904541420946172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111904541420946172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111904541420946172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111904541420946172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/06/windwaker-windy-day-well-i-still-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111873860657560766</id><published>2005-06-14T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T01:43:26.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;blender of emotion. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuff has happened since the last time i wrote. sorry about that. Its just ive been acting like an adult lately.. and be en taking care of a lot of shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive only been out of school not only a week and it seems i havent had one chance to actually RELAX. if its not one thing its another..family, friends, .just..pressure. my head wants to explode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally i the one to recharge my batteries.i cant stand being aroudn people all too much for a long time..espceically a group. I went to Sober Grad Night which was a huge party but no time to recharge my bateries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im bitchy, short, and probably at teh wrong time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family needs me; my cousin's car broke down and need people to get them to school. my othert cousin is getting married..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend needs me; hes a foster child with no home..we needed to help out anyway we can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know anymore... im so tired and confused. maybe ill talk about it later. if i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, happy graduation to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rp issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;making good rp with my character blade... he sa bit of yaoi boy now but that doesnt stop me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"um....snoochie boochies....? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Jay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111873860657560766?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111873860657560766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111873860657560766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111873860657560766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111873860657560766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/06/blender-of-emotion.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111855857913709688</id><published>2005-06-08T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T01:46:01.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Out of High School.. Into the real world..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dominique Sad'e Fambro graduated from Sheldon High School on June 8th 2005 @ 2:00 p.m. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111855857913709688?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111855857913709688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111855857913709688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111855857913709688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111855857913709688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/06/out-of-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111648604112513392</id><published>2005-05-18T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T00:00:41.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Get something off of my chest... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home from a nomal day of school dom was sitting at the comp, vigorously writing a letter. Anger was in her eyes as were tears..for they were one in the same to her. This always happened..she would get angry to tears..for she knew of the concequences if she did something that was out of line  or say something she would regret. To her, the Demon's Fridge was sanctuary. She wrote with great vigor, eyes narrowed and she only stopped once to wipe her tears away with her sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Right now I am not in the happiest mood . My mother and I had another argument and I swear I was an inch away from busting her face in. Ive never been to anger that much but I feel that it is becuase of stress. I have been a bit moody as of late. Hopefully this will be fixed since theres only a few weeks left of school. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, this is the reason why im mad. I guess i can start telling th story as i told my friend, Ross.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know mike. well yesterday he got surger on his foot becuase he dropped a brick on it and while it was healing some puss swelled up in his big toe. sofor the next week he woudl be limping. mom said that i could give my friends a ride to MY house and then thy hafta walk from there... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well i did that to mike becuase if he was to walk to his grandpa's house...that be a good 3 1/2 miles. so i drove him to my house and then told him he could go and walk from there..which would be a good 1/4 of a mile... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; but... also mike didnt hae a compter at his house and so he was going to go to my house and check on his website to see if he got any commnts from this one guy he really likes. wihle he did that i sat in the living room and istened to t.v while i worked on my japanese oral...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the computers in my room.... well mine is anyay. he left after 1/2 an hour but while he was taking care of that he was on the comp and i was in teh living room and we didnt talk cause we were busy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom came home and started to bitch at me cause she couldnt 'reach me' on the phone and she was mad becuade i let mike stay in the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when she knew i was studying. i tred to tell her that we were doing our own thing and i was taking care of my stuff but she wads jumping to fuckin' conclusions...which really pisses me off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111648604112513392?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111648604112513392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111648604112513392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111648604112513392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111648604112513392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/05/get-something-off-of-my-chest.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111372257605829938</id><published>2005-04-16T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T20:32:28.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Review: Once Upon A Matress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room for the site was all a clutter, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papers scattered about on the tables, throw pillows from the couches on the chandelier and other knick knacks in every which way. however there was one area that was clean in what seemed like a dorm apartment... it was in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table was nicely clean, decorated with a table and two tea cups, everything behind it was in its place. Sitting there was a young girl, barely made it to the age of adult hood. Ebony tressess covered those root beer colored eyes and a sweet smlie came upon her lips as she started to drink the tea. Dominique was clad in black and red pinstripe pants, her top a black t-shirt with a white star in the middle. also was a black leather jacket, the collar slightly fluffy from the usual wear-and-tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupying the other chair was a young man, one who looked like he could be related to the female sitting next to him. His skin was the color of mocha, his hair black as night. However, his eyes werent as dark brown but of a golden color. His body was taught with muscles and could be seen for he was wearing a green shirt that was thin, the front reading 'made in ireland' with a shamrock on it. Black pants covered his bottom half , a hole in the back which let his long and fluffy fox tail be free without problems. The young man...was all man at all. He was a kitsune--a fox person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two looked to the audience (the readers of course) and spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi," Piped up the young girl in a chipper voice. "I'm Dominique Fambro. I go by many names... so you may know me as Little Tiger, Dom, or Nique."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned and nodded. Surely she had many nicknames but didnt want to go through all of them; people might see her skitzophrenic. She looked to the kistune, who was currently lapping up his tea with his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And...this is my friend, Nikuumo. He just works here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden eyed boy looked up from his tea and grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She barely pays me...and she beats me... " He said, his voice that of a teenage male but with a growly tone to it. Nique watched him for a moment then shook her head, muttering to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know thats a lie...Dont say that anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikuumo whimpered and his fox ears flattned back against his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw," He whined, "You never let me have any fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl shook her head and looked back to the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the next seven posts-- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was immeadiatly slapped by a black paw coming fast as lightning. It was Nikuumo, catching her in her lie. She quickly changed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the next three posts---"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One post and one post only!!!! " Nothing happened. She smiled. "We are going to talk about the epic romantic comedy &lt;em&gt;Once upon a Matress&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;shown at the Woodland Opera house&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh boy! A story!!" Nikuumo piped up and he wiggled into a comfortable position, leaning forward on teh table, putting his elbows on it and his head resting on his paws. Nique stared at him for a moment then started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The story takes place in the Medevil times in a castle far far away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How far...?" The kitsune asked, waing his hand around like a little kid that wanted to be picked. Nique watched him then shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno....far.Very far. Farther than you can think of!!" She smirked in satisfaction as he saw the kitsune's eyes sparckle like as if he was in a fantasy. she knew that will shut him up while she talked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The story is about a young prince, Prince Dauntless who was ready to find a Bride. However, His pushy and overdramatic mother, The Queen would be very picky on who she wanted her son to marry...if he would be able to marry at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"However With the help of royal court The prince finds Winnifred, A strong and outgoing princess who lives in the swamp passed the mountains. Determined to not get her son married, the Queen makes test for Winnefred..or 'Fred' in the story, to see if she is truly a princes. What was it...? A pea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, this play itself is a spoof of &lt;em&gt;The princess and the Pea.&lt;/em&gt; Many good part, leave you laughing through the entire play. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that the kitsune was awfully quiet she looked in the direction of his chair to find that he wasnt sitting on it. She shrugged and went on...its not like she needed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So why did I go see it..? Cause I wanted to! Get off my back, gosh!!" She looked away from the camera..having a Napoleon Dynamite moment. she calmed down though after a moment and went on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really went to go and see it because 3 of my favorite teachers were in it. Mr, Cooner, head of GSA was the director for the play. Meanwhile Mr. Little and Mr. Howard were actors in the play. Mr. Little was the jester while Mr. Howard was the Minstrel. I had to support my teachers as they have supported me. Also cause they's be cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a sip of her tea then spoke up again.. "The other actors were great of course!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The experience to go and see it was great. Worth going to see it again, definately. If I had the money... I would bring my family but... Not everyone in my family has a strong liking for the writing and the arts like i do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amen to that!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikuumo's smart mouth could be heard off in the room...along with the blaring of the t.v. He was playing video games. Nique's eye twitched but she kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"However, the ending wasnt all that good. No..the play was good from head to toe..im talking about the end of the night. .. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked aorund to see if anyone else was paying attention and then she blushed in embarrasement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mom...told my teachers..that they were sexy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head madly, trying to get that moment out of her mind. She was haunted by it!! After a moment of pulling at her hair, whimpering, trying to get it out she smirked and looked back up, shifting in her chair to get a bit more comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"However, I got her back. My car has the worst steering fluid ever...so i just turned really hard and made a screeching sound. Which was fun. Also... I bumped into the curb. Not fun. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed nervously, scratching the back of her head. "Well..the first time was...but then the second time was my mom...cause she was yelling at me cause i was embrarrasing her...while there was no third time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea right!!" Nikuumo piped up again. Nique yelled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up!! Before I put you in the hole!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whimpered and all was silent. She looked back to the audience and sighed softly in content now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In conclusion I give this play a precious five......out of five. It was such a big play in such a small theater. Also becuase it was a musical and  I love da musicals. It takes a lot of talent! If i had a chance to I would definately see it again. And take someone with me. Its the perfect place to go on a date.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snort came from the room... Nikuumo again...The dark skinned girl's eye twitched and then she got up. It was time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well this has been Dominique Fambro bidding adeiu to the faithful readers here at The Demon's Fridge. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes out of the camera's veiw...far away. however... .the soft screaming of a spooked out fox demon could be heard down the hall .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111372257605829938?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111372257605829938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111372257605829938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111372257605829938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111372257605829938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/04/review-once-upon-matress-room-for-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111354331291008900</id><published>2005-04-14T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T14:18:47.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cat Hunting Season&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One state, I dont remember which one it was.. .I think it was Winsconsin..has a huge problem. A huge furry meowing problem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a bunch of cats..seriously, like a million of them..and its bothering people a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the law wants to make it legal to shoot cats..as like shooting squirrels or something. Supposedly it would bring down the population and then the hunters could hunt rabbits without worrying about the rabbit population going down to far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being a cat fan , think this is a load of shit. Forgive me for my french but this just makes me mad...and when i get mad...i get cussy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; None of this wouldve happened if people just fixed their animals, kept them in the house as housepets or if they wanted to breed the cats..show some damn responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No life should be cut short just becuase they say that there are 'too many' . Last time I checked the human population is WAAAY over their limit. People wont stop havin' da babies or just letting people die when obviously they are suffering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shouldve taken care of that shit earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Heres what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they want to kill cats like that...fine...Its not my state. I cant stop them. And although i'm 18 there are a few other factors that are agaisnt me. BUT!! They should do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we know... Cats are like a womans best friend... Dogs can be man's best friend... So people are still going to have pet cats and stuff. But if theyre going to have a cat they need to have responsibility. And those should be getting the cat fixed... Getting its shots and getting a collar for it..and forcing that cat to wear the collar AT ALL TIMES! If theyre going to start shooting cats...they dont want to shoot cats that have a home .Only strays, i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If dumbasses do shoot a cat with a collar and a home...then the concequences is they hafta pay a huge fine and...get the person a new cat. If they hunted and killed a cat....they can easily hunt and catch one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mighty Nique has spoken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still going with Nikuumo/Mewt/Landon/Ireu/Echo RP. Wow..I think this is the longest storyline ever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steve and I are having a small rp. But I'm so tired..and hungry now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man is never worth your tears..and when you find one that is, he would never make you cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Victor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111354331291008900?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111354331291008900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111354331291008900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111354331291008900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111354331291008900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/04/cat-hunting-season-one-state-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111354285915717029</id><published>2005-04-13T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:28:20.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day of Silence. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominique walked into her site area, clad in all black from head to toe. A silk black tanktop with ribbons on the side covering her top half, black silk pants with a silver belt covering her bottom half and black slippers on her feet. Her eyes...covered with black eyeshadow..even her hair was decorated with black scrunchies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikuumo, who was laying across the old bookcases watched his creator and smiled...but he didnt say a word. strange enough, the kitsune was wearing black as well. It was the same attire; jeans and a vest..but every bit of it was black. on his eyes were black make-up, giving him the gothic appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people were there too; Sadi, preistess, even Hikari was there. All of them dressed in black. black clothes, jewelery, make up, every that the deep color of the night. Nique watched them all with an expresionless look upon her face and then she slowly smiled, walking forward and passed them , going to the room to make a post. She sat down at the lap top, cracked her knuckles and started to type, enjoying the silence of the room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please forgive me for not speaking; I am participating in the day of Silence a event to fight against discrimination and abusment of Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender Youth. Everyday these youth stay silent, fearful of what discrimination might happen to them if they do speak up. Hopefully my silence will stop the discrimination and show how much it affects us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will you do to break the silence...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mewt and Nikuumo are still going strong! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything the light touches belongs.....to someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Timon's Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111354285915717029?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111354285915717029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111354285915717029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111354285915717029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111354285915717029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-of-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111327321352683899</id><published>2005-04-11T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T00:36:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;whats in a name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I was taking a whole bunch of quizzes today and i had a bit of fun with my name. check it out. Sorry but no quote of the day or Rp issues..dont want to talk and havnt rped a really clear and steady story line for a while... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;D is for Dramatic&lt;br /&gt;O is for Openhearted&lt;br /&gt;M is for Magnificent&lt;br /&gt;I is for Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;N is for Naughty&lt;br /&gt;I is for Impressive&lt;br /&gt;Q is for Quintesential&lt;br /&gt;U is for Unusual&lt;br /&gt;E is for Extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S is for Slippery&lt;br /&gt;A is for Arty&lt;br /&gt;D is for Deep&lt;br /&gt;E is for Edgy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;F is for Fancy&lt;br /&gt;A is for Astounding&lt;br /&gt;M is for Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;B is for Brainy&lt;br /&gt;R is for Radiant&lt;br /&gt;O is for Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111327321352683899?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111327321352683899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111327321352683899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111327321352683899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111327321352683899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/04/whats-in-name-i-was-taking-whole-bunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111354187814898484</id><published>2005-04-10T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:11:18.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rest in peace, Squirrely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres not much to say on this post. But...today mom, grandmother and I were going to go and see my brother in prison..when a car in front of us hit a squirrel. I saw everything...how the squirell tried to scamper across the street to get to the other side that was full of orange tress...how the green car didnt slow down at all and actually hit the squirell...it didnt even look like it cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried after seeing the sight..to see something to small die in front of me. I swerved out of the way to not hit its body. As we went down the street..there was another squirrel..it was dead already. it was as if the person ahead just enjoyed it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dominick met a neko with a strange ring to change genders. Lucky. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"prrrr...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Cornrow Wallace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111354187814898484?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111354187814898484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111354187814898484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111354187814898484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111354187814898484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/04/rest-in-peace-squirrely.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111354136304539107</id><published>2005-04-09T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:02:43.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Working my nerves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sure you faithful readers read about friday. Well today was opposite. I was so pissed! Mom was in a bad mood! That caused me to be in a bad mood. Really bad mood! I dont even want to repeat all the stuff. So im just going to go under message archive and show you guys the stuff that I told my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the_aeros (11:05:22 PM): what's cookin' ?&lt;br /&gt;blackcatsparrow (11:05:58 PM): not the happiest today.&lt;br /&gt;the_aeros (11:06:05 PM): ??&lt;br /&gt;the_aeros (11:06:07 PM): Dotell&lt;br /&gt;blackcatsparrow (11:06:41 PM): *she sighed softly and then gently hunched over, hands holding her face gently. * today was just shitty.. my mom had a shitty attitude ad started to treat me like a baby and broke all of her promises to me...all of them&lt;br /&gt;the_aeros (11:07:42 PM): not good....&lt;br /&gt;the_aeros (11:07:46 PM): what sort of promises ?&lt;br /&gt;blackcatsparrow (11:09:11 PM): she promised taht today was going to just be me and her...a daughter and moter day. but then she sad this morning that my grandma and cousin were coming. so i was like, fine i ll have my friends come. she said it was cool and then at the last moment she said it wasnt cool cause she wanted to go clothes shopping. but i told her that it wasnt fair cuase i said that they could go and then she flipped it back to said that they coul dthen when i picked up one of my friends she flipped it and said i couldnt pick up my other friend. then she said we couldnt go to the movies...&lt;br /&gt;blackcatsparrow (11:09:53 PM): and so we went to hollywood video and rented one..but then when we got to the house and due to my mom's constant bitching we didnt get home until late and we didnt get to watch the movies and my friend had to go home. he only got to stay for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;the_aeros (11:12:56 PM): sounds like a difficult situation.&lt;br /&gt;the_aeros (11:14:18 PM): maybe next time "bow out" ... by stating, "We can do the mother/daughter thing next week, you go have fun with the relatives and I'll go have fun with my friends" you make her realize that she is breaking a promise without putting her on the defensive.&lt;br /&gt;the_aeros (11:15:10 PM): then when she brings up the cloting... tell her "well, how about you meet me and my friends at the mall when you are done with the reliatives... that way we can go to the movies... etc)&lt;br /&gt;blackcatsparrow (11:16:02 PM): we didnt even go to the mall.. she was being controlling. and i cant leave her by herself. shes in a wheelchair. and becuase of it she wanted to be all up underher.. &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blackcatsparrow (11:16:03 PM): god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;None. I was gone all day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"never make promises you cant keep to a teenager who is not high, drunk, or has anything wrong with their memory. they never forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dominique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111354136304539107?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111354136304539107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111354136304539107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111354136304539107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111354136304539107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/04/working-my-nerves-blackcatsparrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111303104533555582</id><published>2005-04-09T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:17:25.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Imagine This: A WORLD WITHOUT BLACKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very humorous and revealing story is told about a group of white people who were fed up with African Americans, so they joined together and wish themselves away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They passed through a deep dark tunnel and emerged in sort of a twilight zone where there is an America without black people. At first these white people breathed a sigh of relief. At last, they say, a little less crime, drugs, violence and welfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, reality sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "NEW AMERICA" is not America at all, only a barren land! There are very few crops that have flourished because the nation was built on a slave-supported system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are no cities with tall skyscrapers because Alexander Mils, a black man, invented the Elevator,and without it one finds great difficulty reaching high floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few if any cars because Richard Spikes, a black man, invented the Automatic Gear Shift. Joseph Gammell, also black, invented the Super Charge System for Internal Combustion Engines, and Garrett A. Morgan invented the Traffic Signals. Furthermore, one could not use the Rapid Transit System because its precursor was the electric trolley, which was invented by another black man by the name of Elbert R. Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even if there were streets on which cars and a rapid transit system could operate, they were cluttered with paper because an African American, Charles Brooks, invented the Street Sweeper. There were few if any newspapers, magazines and books because John Love invented the Pencil Sharpener, William Purvis invented the Fountain Pen, Lee Burridge invented the Type Writing Machine and W. A. Lovette invented the Advanced Printing Press. They were all, you guessed it, black. Even if Americans could write their letters, articles and books, they would not have been transported by mail because William Barry invented the Postmarking and Canceling Machine, William Purvis invented the Hand Stamp and Phillip Downing invented the Letter Drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The lawns were brown and wilted because Joseph Smith invented the Lawn Sprinkler and John Burr the Lawn Mower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When they entered their homes, they found them to be poorly ventilated and poorly heated. You see, Frederick Jones invented the Air Conditioner and Alice Parker the Heating Furnace. Their homes were also dim. But of course, Lewis Latimer invented the Electric Lamp, Michael Harvey invented the Lantern and Granville T. Woods invented the Automatic Cut-off Switch. Their homes were also filthy because Thomas W. Steward invented the Mop and Lloyd P. Ray, the Dust Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their children met them at the door barefooted, shabby, motley and unkempt. But what could one expect? Jan E. Matzelinger invented the Shoe Lasting Machine, Walter Sammons invented the Comb, Sarah Boone invented the Ironing Board and George T. Samon invented the Clothes Dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they were resigned to at least have dinner amidst all of this turmoil. But here again, the food had spoiled because another black man, John Standard, invented the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, isn't that something? What would this world be like without the contributions of Black people? Black history includes more than just slavery, FrederickDouglass, Martin Luther King, Jr., Malcolm X, Marcus Garvey andW.E.B. Dubois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;None really. I've been playing with Mike and Joel all day! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of teh day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " by the time we leave for work we have been dependent on half the world &amp;amp; modern America is created by dependencies on the inventions from the minds of Black folks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Martin Luther King Jr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111303104533555582?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111303104533555582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111303104533555582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111303104533555582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111303104533555582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/04/imagine-this-world-without-blacks-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111285211325538347</id><published>2005-04-06T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:35:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Migration...with butterflies and mind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, Ive been trying to get under my blog for a week..and it kept saying techinical difficulties. Oh well, its fixed now. Squee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i feel like I have totally lost it. Senioritis is coming and kicking me in my ass. Im just...losing focus. i dont have all that much energy as well. I made a stupid mistake in leaving my CD's in Howards/Bramham's room. I dont remember which one but im going to check both tommorow. I'm doing sound for the one act play so i was going to use my soundtracks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else? oh! The butterflies are migrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, the Monarch Butterflies are taking their trip down to mexico.. migrating time! *smiles* I believe its going to be like this all week... but its really beautiful to see a flock of butterflies flutter over your heads. what makes it sad is that so many people are so wrapped up in their own shit that they dont take time to see the wonders of nature. *Sighs* its kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blade met a friend named Simon. Theyre hitting it off pretty good... in more ways that one *Gasp* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparrow is still love-sick..and lonely. What do you do when nothing can cure heartbreak...?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you stop petting me... I will kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dominique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111285211325538347?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111285211325538347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111285211325538347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111285211325538347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111285211325538347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/04/migration.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111259538613134380</id><published>2005-04-03T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:16:26.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;characters, characters, and more characters.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have certainly been busy with rp as of late.. sparrow's lonely from the loss contact of his mate and has commited suicide, sad'i has yet to make a scene and i hve been making my old comic characters into rp characters. Hre are the profiles for all of them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/stripedprophecy"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/stripedprophecy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (lil' tiger, anthro tigress) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/angelofblackscales"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/angelofblackscales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Vincent, black dragon) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/gaurdianofsyphony"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/gaurdianofsyphony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Hikari , Broken Angel)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/blackcatsparrow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/blackcatsparrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Sparrow Marriweather, Broken Hearted Shadow Neko ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/collared_destiny"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/collared_destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Hige, Wolf in disguise)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/blue_eyed_Dragon_seto"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/blue_eyed_Dragon_seto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corp )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/two_toned_neo_dice"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/two_toned_neo_dice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Sad'i Devlin, Future CEO of Dice Monsters ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/halo_of_gold_lions"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/halo_of_gold_lions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Blade Katalani, Power Bearer of Halo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/foxgaurdianofice"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/foxgaurdianofice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Nikuumo Agori, fallen demon )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/lonely_when_broken"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/lonely_when_broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Yusuke, lost soul )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You make it sound like 'odd' is a bad word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dominique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111259538613134380?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111259538613134380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111259538613134380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111259538613134380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111259538613134380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/04/characters-characters-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111259636924452108</id><published>2005-04-02T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:32:49.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;worked week. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this week has been an hassle. we had finals and also I had to stay after school for Sets, Lights, and Sound. For the past two weeks, I've had no time for my friends nor myself so.. I'm burnt out. This weekened i had no time either. People have been going through so much shit i didnt even had time to call Emily. So tat made me feel worse cause i told her that I'd call her and i didnt. *sighs* so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also through this week ive been having a bit of fun. the time i did have i woudl hang with mike. He came over my house and we played games and chillled. Also at his house i scanned my work. dont forget to check my photobucket site!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly its been workied out than fun. hopefully al the big things are out of the way so i'll be having some fun soon. I am a bit worried though. O.o; i have...  a one act play to worry about now! So nerve racking but i think ill do fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparrow died of a broken heart and will not come back until his love returns...  people are still morning over the lost. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I worked on all of my rp profiles..and astill am working on them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanashi happily got married to Asako. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p.j. voice* "Your squeezing me like a tropicana orange!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dominique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111259636924452108?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111259636924452108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111259636924452108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111259636924452108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111259636924452108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/04/worked-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111195468599894975</id><published>2005-03-27T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T12:18:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Easter-ness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter , one and all! sorry i havent posted al lof spring break..Ive been busy taking care of family. it seems that all this week i didnt have one bit of the spring break to myself...everyone was here... i didnt even get a chance to hang with my family and friends. well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to hang with tasha. that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that ive been with Brittney, Chriss, Little Roy, Jasmine, Alicia and mom. so ive been with family. I kinda cant wait until i go to scshool tommorow. I miss all my friends and also the weekend will come and i will have time to myself.. *lets out a soft sigh of happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...All-in-all the spring break has been stressful but also good at the same time. Ive met new friends ,gots some Rp's done and talked. I talked to Tianna..it was nice. She and I RPed...and also she spoke of coming over. I told her that she could ..but when family was gone..seemed that when some family members left others just came in. Like we took the kids home...only to go and pick up grandma a few minutes after. -.- *Sigh* Tha' sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dunno why but I have a feeling that Tianna will come to me and start talking to me about how i hurt her feelings and didnt let her come over and stuff... &gt;&gt; *sighs* I just dont know what to say about that. I told her the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy easter once again demon fridgie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sparrow has met new people; Thoris and Silame. he has a bit of a crush on them... As do i on the mun who plays them.. *cough* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alex and Dom (my boy version) have been having the time of their lives. romantic dinners. fun games and lots and lots of... fun. *grins from ear to ear* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People need to love with their whole being..you rarely see that in the world anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Dominique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111195468599894975?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111195468599894975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111195468599894975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111195468599894975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111195468599894975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter-ness-happy-easter-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111129847265694534</id><published>2005-03-19T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T11:43:36.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Beliefs... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to beliefnet.com and it had this quiz to find out what religion you fall under most. here are my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Unitarian Universalism (100%)&lt;br /&gt;2. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (99%)&lt;br /&gt;3. Mahayana Buddhism (94%)&lt;br /&gt;4. Hinduism (89%)&lt;br /&gt;5. New Age (87%)&lt;br /&gt;6. Liberal Quakers (87%)&lt;br /&gt;7. Neo-Pagan 85%)&lt;br /&gt;8. Theravada Buddhism (85%)&lt;br /&gt;9. Orthodox Quaker (71%)&lt;br /&gt;10. Reform Judaism (68%)&lt;br /&gt;11. Jainism (67%)&lt;br /&gt;12. New Thought (67%)&lt;br /&gt;13. Sikhism (66%)&lt;br /&gt;14. Taoism (63%)&lt;br /&gt;15. Bahá'í Faith (63%)&lt;br /&gt;16. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist)(59%)&lt;br /&gt;17. Secular Humanism (58%)&lt;br /&gt;18. Scientology (56%)&lt;br /&gt;19. Orthodox Judaism (52%)&lt;br /&gt;20. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (50%)&lt;br /&gt;21. Seventh Day Adventist (46%)&lt;br /&gt;22. Islam (39%)&lt;br /&gt;23. Eastern Orthodox (37%)&lt;br /&gt;24. Roman Catholic (37%)&lt;br /&gt; 25. Nontheist (34%)&lt;br /&gt;26. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (31%)&lt;br /&gt;27. Jehovah's Witness (21%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many new storylines.. its great. *smiles* Mewt and Nikuumo picked the name for their kid, Sparrow is making many new friends and I got to play Jounouchi for a little while! woo!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is what we are alive to. It is not length but breadth...Be alive to...goodness, kindness, purity, love, history, poetry, music, flowers, stars, and eternal hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Maltbie D. Barbock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111129847265694534?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111129847265694534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111129847265694534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111129847265694534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111129847265694534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/03/beliefs_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111086635876776214</id><published>2005-03-15T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:03:02.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Happy birthday!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday mommilus!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I have gone through so much&lt;br /&gt;So much crap that was meant to&lt;br /&gt;Beat us up, break us down, streach us apart and...&lt;br /&gt;It strangely enough did neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought us together,&lt;br /&gt;It made us stronger&lt;br /&gt;For none of us can survive without the other&lt;br /&gt;From when I was a baby, and I was created&lt;br /&gt;With the help of two fathers(One we dont know..hah! )&lt;br /&gt;The one of Light, the creatorKnew I would be safe in your arms&lt;br /&gt;But he also wasnt looking at who would take care of me&lt;br /&gt;But if I would be the right one to take care of yous&lt;br /&gt;And we know that he never makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have been through so much stuff&lt;br /&gt;The Deaths, the disabilities, the Taunting&lt;br /&gt;The days where we were brought downT&lt;br /&gt;he days where we didnt want to get ourselves up... out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;And yet we made it through each and every one of them together&lt;br /&gt;Without a scratch, without a dent&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a few black eyes and bruises of pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could truly break us apart&lt;br /&gt;No family, no friends, no nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Well..maybe the occasional snack and argument that will break us off temorarily&lt;br /&gt;But we know who to crawl ( or limp) back to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even the mighty test of time can tear us off&lt;br /&gt;For we have even gone through that&lt;br /&gt;But it was not even just us..we have people on our side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mighty angels Umabel and Haihael Angels of Air, water, and everything that needs itThey kept the bonds together, for they too, cannot live without each other&lt;br /&gt;The mighty god, the crator of light..of creaturesoF their limits..everythingHe to, watches us&lt;br /&gt;And our family...which has broken off themselves but they'll find their way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this letter is to you, From one water bearer (Aquarius) To some fish... (pisces)&lt;br /&gt;For what good is a waterbeaer if his pure liquid of life cannot help fish?&lt;br /&gt;And what good is fish if its not fried, with butter and ketchup to fieed a hungry waterbearer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mewt and Nikuumo are going to have a baby! Yaaay! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen...to the beat of my soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Killik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111086635876776214?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111086635876776214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111086635876776214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111086635876776214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111086635876776214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-happy-birthday-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111078341111243687</id><published>2005-03-13T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:56:51.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Driving here...Driving There.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days, I've been driving up a storm. Me and my mom have been rolling all around town. I like it..having the freedom. We went to borders. We went to get clothes. we went to go and visit Shamont and his home..or rather Trailer. We've been all around. Its been truly wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since mom got her tax return weve been buying a lot of stuff. Just yesterday we got the 1st Season of Chappelle's show, and today we got a whole bunch of books. I got this new Graphic novel... Its very... Lemony If you know what i mean. I like it though... iwanna get th other 3 vol. of it. *giggles* Love it lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got a new hardbound sketchbooks, some how to draw books, and two japanese books. Ones for Japanese dictonary..while one has the Onotopoetic sounds. I hope I spelled that word right... *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been heptic, but fun. got some more driving techniques in. Got some more great pointers and stuff. I even was able to go to the frontof my old house... It looked the same...but it has a white picket fence. Strange...very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seto has been acting weird. Hes been happy..and then he gets into mood swings. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mewt and Nikuumo want to have a child...but they would need the demon to turn into a girl..and Mewt's not to comfortable with it... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zell + Squall RP. wasnt a lot since i kinda..er..fell asleep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell asleep on Mike too.. I feel REALLY bad. I apologized though. ^^; eh heh.. .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If at first you dont succeed, then skydiving is not for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Victor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111078341111243687?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111078341111243687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111078341111243687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111078341111243687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111078341111243687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/03/driving-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-111078290111379405</id><published>2005-03-11T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:48:21.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Seto Madness.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty good day.  I got to take my painting home, I got to to talk to my friends and hang out with them, and I got to make more jokes. I even got to read my script with my new scene partners. Its okay... &lt;em&gt;Crimes of the Heart. &lt;/em&gt;I play as Lenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I got home I got online (as usual) under my Set0 Kaiba S/n. and every chatroom I went in there was some freaky fan girl/boy asking for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An autograph. His trenchcoat. One of his cards. His semen in a jar. O.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Anyway Seto decided to go to the park and Bakura and Joey decided to play pranks on him. They slipped cat ears and a tail on hi mand kept following him. The prank ended with Joey having a sore back, Bakura havinga sore head and Kaiba having a sore body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just told you them! lol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if your starving, catch a stray dog and eat it...espcecially puppies."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-111078290111379405?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/111078290111379405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=111078290111379405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111078290111379405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/111078290111379405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/03/seto-madness.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110991149883283426</id><published>2005-03-03T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T20:44:58.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lucky bug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bittersweet day. Althugh it was a nice day with nice moments..there were some sad ones as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the whole day...every 15 minutes we'd hear someone's heartbeat followed by a flatline. It was depressing and scary. It showed how every 15 minutes someone died of a car accident or something of that nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The senior and junior class all saw an assembly of what would happen when someone died in an accident. it was grusome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was the real sad part about the day I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing was that...my teacher called me lucky. She said that I was like the lucky cricket from Mulan. Always surviving from so many things... That made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I helped my frend Emmy make a yaoi neko! that was fun. His name ish Piro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also Maxy and Vincent are now proud parents of 3 hatchlings....and 1 thats 1/2 dragon. Congrats! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Half the joy of life is in the little things taken on the run. Let us run if we must-- even the sands do that-- but let us keep our hearts young and our eyes open that nothing worth our while shall escape us. And everything is wroth its while if we only grasp it and its significance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Victor Cherbuliez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110991149883283426?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110991149883283426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110991149883283426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110991149883283426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110991149883283426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/03/lucky-bug-today-was-bittersweet-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110990669588135368</id><published>2005-03-02T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T19:24:55.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Student United Nations.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me and 12 others were invited to go to participate in one of the Teacher body meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were part of it. Each of us that were there were unique in their own way depending on race, their looks, their size, disabilities/abilities, mental issues..anything.  It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I was there becasue of my leg being aputated. I even learned what my cancer was; nuero-fibrosarcoma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was interesting. Not only did the teachers learned something, but so did I. For example, I didnt know that one of the people (i wont say his name) , who i've seen at school constantly...he had skitzophrenia. I didnt know about another girl whos family was in a gang. ^^ this school is really diverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mewt and Nikuumo are finally safe! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its wonderful that Sheldon High is so diverse...but so sad that the students mostly stay in the comfort of their own race, their own 'kind'. If our school is blessed with so many diversities, so many cultures and beliefs..then why not blend and get to know the others?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dominque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110990669588135368?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110990669588135368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110990669588135368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110990669588135368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110990669588135368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/03/student-united-nations.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110969144372503666</id><published>2005-03-01T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T07:37:23.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Every other time.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that I've missed the bus...for like the 2nd time in the whole school year. I think im doing better than last year. *Nods* making progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is that my roomate is willing to give me a ride to school so its all fine and dandy. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to get on my site and say hi. Also to tell my friend that I will do his site..and I'm sorry it has taken so long to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... until then. Laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;none; too early. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul is a breath of living spirit, that with excellent sensitivity, premeates the entire body to give it life. Just so , the breath of the air makes the earth fruitul. Thus, the air is the soul of the earth, moistening it, greening it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Heldegard of Bingen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110969144372503666?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110969144372503666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110969144372503666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110969144372503666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110969144372503666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/03/every-other-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110963641123388938</id><published>2005-02-28T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:20:11.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How To Clean Your Toilet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions on how to clean your toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put both lids of the toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards thebathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close bothlids. You may need to stand on the lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noisesthat come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power-wash"and rinse". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there areno people between the bathroom and the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom,and run outside where he will dry himself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbie has met a new friend by the name of Silence. He's an anthro horse with a big heart... a bit of a flirt though. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is extravagant in the price it is willing to pay, the time it is willing to give, the hardships it is willing to endure, and the strength it is willing to spend. Love never thinks in terms of "How little," but always in terms of "how much." Love gives, love knows, and love lasts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Joni Eareckson Tada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110963641123388938?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110963641123388938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110963641123388938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110963641123388938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110963641123388938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-to-clean-your-toilet-instructions.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110940477513338340</id><published>2005-02-25T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:59:35.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the day of the freewheeler..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was reading a book a while back...it had information on everyones' birthday. I found mines...heres what they had to say about my day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Those born on January 20th are intensely alive individuals who are very comfortable following their impulses wherever they lead. The capacity to make snap decisious and act on them is highly characteristic of  people born on this day. Improvisatory rather than painstaking, they take life as it comes--no matter how chaotic or upsetting it is, they feel they can handle it. THeir own internal state is often chaotic as well, although miracously impart an orderlines to their work, most often due to technical ease in their particular medium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Humor figure promiently in the makeup of these vibrant peope. The most dire circumstances are often alleviated, lightened by their ready wit. But such a fine sense of irony also serves to protect a profound inner sensitivity. Though they are fond of jokes and will even play the fool themselves if it suits them, they are very proud individuals who take themselves very seriously indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1/20 people have a deeply human quality which endears them to their family and friends. Dispite the fact that they can display a nasty temper and are sharply outspoken in their views, they are quickly forgiven by others, for there is no malice in their outbursts. Because of their love of fun they may be taken for superficial, except by those who really know them. Actually 1/20 people often lead a highly privat, even secret life and share their hopes and dreams with but a few intimates. Most 1/20 people are by nature big-hearted and therefore shair without a secont though. However, later they may well feel a bit put opon if they find the other party unworthy of their generosity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Although not always in the best health, 1/2o people are highly resilient physically, emotionally and mentally, and capable of survinging many satastrophies in their lives. Somehow they always seem to pull through, buoyed by and incurable optimism. although they are generally on on the side of the underdog and have strong protective sympathies , 1/20 people can themselves be very dictatorial, a role for which they are hardly suited. They are not particuarly Adept at forcing others (including their children) to obey the rules they set down, and erhaps because otheir own freewheeling style imples a kind of disregard for such restriction, other dont take their authoritarianism seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Emotionally, espressive ad caring, these larger-than-life people may have glaring faults and make many mistakes of judgement, but do so with a wingulare absence of malice. Their insistence on a positive attitude towards life, and their courage and stick-to-it-iveness are an example to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numbers and planets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Those born on the 20th of the month are ruled b the number 2 (2+0=2) and by the Moon. Those ruled by the number 2 are tend to be gentle, imaginative and easily hurt by the criticism or inattention of others. They may also take offense easily and have a los threshhold of irritation. Those born under the Moon influences are likely to be impressionable and have their thoughts ruled by their feelings. As they are born on the Capricorn-Aquarius cusp (theme: mystery and imagination), 1/20 people make exciting friends who love to have fun. The influence of Saturn (Capricorn's ruler) and Uranus (Aquarius's ruler) lends a liable emotionally but also serious, complex set of feelings as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tarot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 20th card of the Major Arcana shows the Judgement of Awakening in which people are urged to leave material considerations behind and seek a higher spirituality. The card, depciting an angel blowing a trumpet, signifies that a new day, a day of accountability, is dawning. It is a card which suggest we move beyond our ego and allows us to glimps the infinite. The dange is that the trumpet call for some realds only exaltation and intoxication, a loss of balance, and indulgence in reveles involoing the baset instincts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Health&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As mentions, though 1/20 people are not always in the best of health, their enthusiasm for life usually carries them through. However, they must beware of allowing small complaints to develop into chronic ones, or disregarding warning signs that indicate the emergence of an acute illness. Stress-related practicies such as heavy drinking and smoking should be curtailed or at least reduced. Maintaining a healthy diet, free of many additives as possible and paised on stable grains and vegetables can aid a sense of calm and balance. Homeopathy, chiropractic, yoga and spiritual or religious disciplines are also reccomended here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Look before you leap. Allow others to express themselves without your reacting prematurely. Be more patient. Try not to demand so much attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strengths&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;expressive. resilient. big-hearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;chaotic. unrealistic. upsetting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meditation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The words "I can't" are best used sparingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought it was a bit interesting about what they had to say about me. I was thinking of making this post for 1/21...but I forgot. So its here now! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rp Issues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mewt is scared about what will hapen between him and Nikuumo so he went in search to get help from Hikari. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at a day when your are supremely satisfied at the end...Its when you've had everything to do and you've done it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Margaret Thatcher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110940477513338340?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110940477513338340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110940477513338340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110940477513338340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110940477513338340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-of-freewheeler.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110895212746437028</id><published>2005-02-20T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:15:27.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;just like the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like its on and off at the Fambro home--even though its been just mom and I and has been since...Friday. Mom's going through those moods..as am I but im getting better; I cleaned up my room and listened to music as I did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts have went into my mind... and currently they are so scattered about that I cant right them all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get them situated I'll come back to ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well seto and Jou have been doing well but as relationships go its starting to die off it seems. Lust, Rust, and Dust... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other than that....Hige met a new friend; JD. He's a neko..and has a uncle whos a black cat thats named...Uncle Bob. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your life while you have it. Life is a splendid gift-- there is nothing small about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Florence Nightengale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110895212746437028?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110895212746437028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110895212746437028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110895212746437028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110895212746437028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-like-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110840505820302464</id><published>2005-02-14T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T10:17:38.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Huge reminder before I forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made two chapters on the story In search of Mending. I am so sorry that it took this long to do so. anyway, I made two chapters..theyre really good. It brought me back a few hours but I think they came out nice. check them out!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110840505820302464?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110840505820302464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110840505820302464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110840505820302464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110840505820302464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/02/huge-reminder-before-i-forget-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110840498462226681</id><published>2005-02-14T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T10:16:24.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy valentines day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, Valentines day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nique was balancing on a chair, putting small hearts all over the site. It was valentines day, Febuary the 14th. She had to show her loving side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That sugar-coatd holiday of Halmark cards and Pre-marital Sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned as she put the last cupid up but lost her balance and fell off the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was caught though, by the strong arms of Sad'i. He blinked, holding onto his creator and a bit of of a blush could be seen on his dark cheecks. She noticed and poked his cheecks, giggling gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, Sadi'....you blushin. How cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats when the Dark one dropped his creator. so much for the cute moment. Nique laid there, but sat up quickly, rubbing her poor ass. She looked about and then smiled at her website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly beautiful. Colors of white and red were almost everywhere. She enjoyed a bit of color in this dark room every once in awhile. She ran off to the laptop and started to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well, my Duckies its another Valentines day. Its my first adult Valentines day...I'm 18, remember? But im not going to do much. I gots work. Cleaning, Homework, Playing Zelda..You know, the usual.  I just wanted to wish you all a happy valentines day from demonfridgie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It seems that Sad'i and I are the only ones here. Hikari is out with Yin-Chin, shopping...Shaman and Tsuneo have a spiritual dinner waiting for them, Midnight is off with Eclipse for a little while, Priestess has been gone to Tibet for forever, Lil' Tiger and Tarzan are having fun and games and Nikuumo went off with his Husband on valentines day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which reminds me, Nikuumo ish married now. Yea... I should say Nikuu, but the husband loves the manly side. *moves head to the side* Its actually quite cute. Anyway, Nikuumo got married to a neko named Mewt. He's adorable...about 4'5", red hair, red eyes....brown ears... Simply booty-ful. *giggles* i wonder if theyll be together forever. They are quite attached to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T.K (Mewt-mun) Ish also my new pen pal. Its great! He's an artist too! I sent sim a few pictures, I'm wondering when he would write back and if he sent me some art as well! Tha' be awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The age of Aquarius is upon us; many changes have happened in my life already. Death, gain for money, and actually my habits have changed too.I actually..want to clean my room. *Gasp* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmm.... I've actually broken myself from Tianna... (to faithful readers, you guys know ive been trying ever since last year's summer vacation.) but it sems that she doesnt want to let go know. Now isnt that strange? Its like Karma..what goes around , comes around; what goes up, must come down. *Shrugs* I dunno what to really say. Ive been saying it forever but due to her selfishness she wont give it a rest. And to be honest, its really irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enough about that before  I piss myself off. I want to have a good day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hm.. I finished Rainbow Boys in a few days. Its actually really good. I dunno why but when I read it some things from my life came popping up. It was scary. Alsowhenever i read it i picture it as a Yaoi thing...all the characters are anime-ish. o.o strange, ne? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well anyway, Im gonna go and take care of some things from my room. Once again, Happy Valentines Day from Demonfridgie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With love, Dominique Sad'e Fambro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rp issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hige's been having his fun; been making more friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive started this FF8 Rp with a friend of mine. Its Zell x Irvine. Never played the game but the guy says i play the part well. quite frankly, when i play him I just act like Nikuu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike came on. I have seen his ass in a wile. It was nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet taught her master a bit of astrology. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Live as though you'll die tommorow; Dream as though you'll live forever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110840498462226681?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110840498462226681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110840498462226681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110840498462226681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110840498462226681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day-ah-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110776071124808444</id><published>2005-02-06T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:18:31.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Return home... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the site was quiet and once again dust had accumilated on the items there; the files, the archives..everything. Nikuumo's head could bee seen popping out of some messed up folders, the recycle bin, and then he let out a cry of pure anger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, you dust!! Damn you!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his paw in anger and while he cussed out the particles of old skin and hair a book hit his head. It was one from Midnight, who was laying on the couch, trying to rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up! I'm trying to get some rest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sad'i piped up ...he was sitting on top of an bookshelf, reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you both be quiet? Youve been bickering all day.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all three of them started to argue amonst themselves. It started off as quiet grumbles but soon turned out into a real yelling free for all. Curse words were thrown out, but soon energy blasts, fireballs, and bullets could be seen going through the air. It seemed that the personas were tired of one another and waited eagerly for their Creator to return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they didnt need to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door that led to the room opened and the fireflies sparked up even more into the room, all flurrying to their spots. The two boys and one girl all stopped in their tracks, their eyes staring to the one that stood at the door. A young, now 18-year- old woman was standing there, two suitcases in her hands which she dropped at her feet. She was clad in her long black leather trenchcoat, along with her pinstripe pants, a white dress shirt and her loose tie. Her black leather collar with pyramid studs sparkled in the room and complemented her soft ocean bead necklace; ears were decorated with starr earrings, eyes colored with a bit of black eyeshadow. She stood there, watching them...Dominique looked like she truly evolved from her once childish nature... She watched them all, tears welling in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the three of them watched them with tears in their eyes now. Even Sad'i, the usual tough guy of the group had tears forming in the corners of those red eyes. Their creator had changed so much..and was gone for so long....It really felt great to see her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was silent..the people just staring at each other. Then finally nique started to run towards them, tears moving from her cheecks. It looked a true bonding moment. They all smiled and started to run towards her as well. Even Sad'i looked happy... The four were about to embrace....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Nique ran right past them, still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record skips playing their dramatic music. So much for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight, Nikuumo, and Sad'i all stare at the dark skinned girl as she went by...she ran into the storage room..the archive room where she locked herself in there. Soft sobs and cries were heard..she was not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three personas all stood there in silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'm back folks and as you can see, Im not too happy. My mom...found out...about me. So, yea... She's not too pleased. And I'm not too pleased on what she said; That I'm a confused child who impatient on finding love... so i go and look for it somewhere else. I feel that shes dead wrong. Ive always been the way I am..but look, Im not going to go through it right now. I'll do it later.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So right now I feel like making a ditch for myself or a burrow and staying in it. Or... heh, or standing in a closet...something where I'm off from the world. But I'm not going to take another trip...theres no need for me to leave , come back, and leave once again. Ive told mom who I am..waht I am...I have a clear concience... I just need to breath and go through it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I havent cried in four months..now my eyes and cheecks burn from the saline... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also she and I both think that the red-head doesnt come around anymore for a little while...now she came over a while ago (without being invited) and that was really rude of her to do so. She apologized and i took her apology as i should. But it was selfish for her to come over anyway, when I asked her many times to please stay away for the time being to take care of stuff. It takes more than a month sometimes. But now she cant come over. She's been 'excommunicated' in a way. Really sorry.... I did have fun when you came over... It was nice... But i still fear of the same things happening. we need more time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also your with the Dark one.... it shouldnt be happening anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I'm going to  live this week..and try to do my best. Im sorry to my readers/rpers/friends that if im a bit more moodier and gloomy than usual.  Its not you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dominique&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Owner of &lt;/em&gt;The demon's fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive been using my new character Hige a lot. If you dont konw who that is he's the wolf from Wolf's Rain-- the one with the collar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway he made three new friends today; Ruby, Nouta and Yoshimitsu, who all got to know the wolf after he started his own kissing booth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jamie came on..it was nice but I think were starting to drift apart. Im worried about that... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made another friend as well; were doing a Through the Looking Glass RP with The Cheshire Cat x The white Rabbit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"If you live in constant fear of death without even a dream you may as well be dead"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Kiba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110776071124808444?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110776071124808444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110776071124808444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110776071124808444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110776071124808444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/02/return-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110711073426339461</id><published>2005-01-28T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T10:45:34.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One whole year for blogspot! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad'i comes up into the site with an irritated look on his face. He hated to do these things...to do something he didnt want to do. Right now he could think of hundreds, thousands...millions of other things he could be doing. but not here..not now. He walks over to the laptop, cracks his knuckles and starts to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since our....creator hasnt come back. I am here now to do something...important. Not to me really, but to these other...weak personas here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took in a deep breath, as if the was the hardest thing for him to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is the 1st anniversary of this Site, The Demon's fridge. After ... 123 posts on this damn site  it has been one whole year. And they ...I guess me too...want to wish that this site stays strong. So.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, demonfridgie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110711073426339461?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110711073426339461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110711073426339461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110711073426339461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110711073426339461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-whole-year-for-blogspot-sadi-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110680273437685426</id><published>2005-01-26T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:12:14.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The lanterns go back on in the site as the fireflies went back to their post. A young woman then meanders inside the room. She looked like nique, walked like nique, even had the hair in pigtails like nique did. However two scars covered her left cheeck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she blinked once and those once deep root beer eyes turned into a deep violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was midnight, a child of the wolf  and the moon; A persona of nique's. She represented the present..the current teenager version if Nique herself. It didnt seem like much now but it will be in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the teen slipped into the chair and started to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well Nique's still gone so I went to school for her. Which isnt that bad. I mea.. I have her body..nothing really changes. It would be a big thing if Nikuumo or Sad'i went. Which reminds me Sad'i is in charge of the next post if Nique doesnt come back soon... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speaking of our creator..shes doing fine. Shes feeling a bit energized last time I checked. She did come to post  a thank you post to people who celebrated her b-day but was pretty much it...she called me too and told me about the&lt;/em&gt; Age of Aquarius&lt;em&gt;? Dont know about that. sounds kinda fishy to me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, Everything went well at school..well most stuff. It was a bit long even  thought it was a late start wedsday. Also Nique's classes got switched around. She now goes to English 12 2nd per. and Theater 2 4th period. Which is a bit sad becuase she would need to make new friends. Who knows? It might get better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The werewolf cracked her knuckles and thought for a moment..then started to write once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was checking the mail for nique...and I got the xanga-subscritptions thingy. Everyone seemed..so sad. Well whoever wrote last night anyway. Either that or they were disturbed. I do get worried but there is nothing I can do unless they ask. all i can really do is hope that they find their way and get better...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows? They might. Anyway, I dont have much to write anymore. So..Sad'i might be a bit lucky. He could write about the quiz Nique took a while back. I think that would be a good thing. yea.. So, until then... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*~= Midnight =~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and with that the werewolf child got up and stretched once again. she yawned, scratched her lower back and left, going off to gnaw on the femur she got last night.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I statred to use Sad'i now in Rp..nothing much really. Nikuumo is still havin fun with Mewt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Is it okay to be sexually frustrated every hour on the hour?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dominique &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110680273437685426?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110680273437685426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110680273437685426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110680273437685426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110680273437685426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/lanterns-go-back-on-in-site-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110670077393849605</id><published>2005-01-25T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:35:07.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Age of Aquarius. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominique had been travelling for a long while, though she was still in the presences of the city. she was now in Downtown Sacramento, listening to the blaring sounds of cars, the soft chit chat of people and also cooing of pigeons. But the sun has set over the horizon, the skies dyed with the soft colors of purple, dark pink and a bit of gold as stars took over. The young girl looked up but couldnt really see that much..so she decided to take another route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through a building and take the elevator she was now on top of a sky scraper, looking up at the sky. It was cold up there..really cold, but she was clad in a big leather jacket, not to mention a long sleve white shirt and black pinstripe pants. she would survive. The wind blew , making her trenchcoat flap in the breeze and she smiled warmly, watching the sky get darker and darker. but as it did it seemed to get brighter too, as if the sunrise had come in such a short time. She turned around and gasped, seeing what it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was huge, taking up a great deal of the sky, the giant orb a beautiful milk color. Its rays bathed the people and items below but they didnt take notice, going on about their lives..too wrapped up in themselves to care about the great phenomenon the cosmos had to offer. She looked down, shaking her head. She snapped her head back up at the moon upon hearing the loud bay of a wolf from teh distance. It seemed that some humans were paying attention....the beast inside them awaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominique watched the moon for the while as if she was awaiting transformation herself. She knew she would..or part of her would; Midnight, her wolf persona would rise up and prowl the streets in search of blood.  While she thought of this, something else dawned on her and she spoke up out loud, only to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the first full moon of the year... the first full moon in Aquarius."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye, and this signifies the Age of Aquarius." Another voice piped up behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young, dark girl turned around quickly to see who was behind her..actually having to look down. Standing in front of her at 5'2" was an elderly woman, green eyes full of wisdom. she was about in her 80's, face wrinkld yet eyes making you think different. Long tresses of white and grey cascaded down her back, a headband of feathers on top of her. she was wearing an elegant dark blue gown, the bottom covered with strange markings of animals and plants. In her hand was a staff. She looked like a normal old woman..perhaps from a Native reserve..but her ears were strnge; they were furry and gray as her hair....wolf ears. Nique smiled softly after calming down, knowing who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandmother Buscuit.." She said softly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly woman replied, walking up to the taller one as if she was some long lost grand-daughter. She spoke to her still, now looking up at the moon. Nique couldnt help but to look up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Age of Aquarius is a sign of big changes" Buscuit started softly, one of her wolf ears wtiching."Really big changes. They have already started before the full moon. The tsunami, The inaguaration, the change of presidents in Plastine. All of this is a sign that even bigger changes are yet to come, little one. Have you felt them...? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominique would only nod. Another gust of wind went by but they did not move, only their clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have went through big changes as well, havent you? I shall not say them but you know what I speak of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." The dark girl would reply, brown eyes looking brighter because of the moonlight. "I never thought it would happen..but it did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscuit watched the moon for a few moments then looked to the taller one, smiling. "And the following years are going to be a big step for you, dear Aquarian. For you are now the age of an adult...you are fully ready to take on the changes and challenges without falling. You will be able to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two females looked at each other then the youngest one spoke up, raising an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds pretty corny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when she was hit with the staff of wisdom..and boy did it hurt. Buscuit smirked and spoke up once again while the dark woman was rubbing her head vigorously, tryin to get rid of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The age of aquarius is at hand, Dominique. Take care of what you need to do; do not forget the ones you hold dear and more importantly, your inner child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creator looked up, about to give that old bag a peice of her mind but by the time she did she found out that Buscuit was gone. She was alone once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.Beliefnet.com/frameset.asp?boardID=79805&amp;pageloc=/story/159/story_15985_1.html"&gt;http://www.Beliefnet.com/frameset.asp?boardID=79805&amp;amp;pageloc=/story/159/story_15985_1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read and be amazed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not stop until i get the answers that I CRAVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-uncle Jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110670077393849605?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110670077393849605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110670077393849605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110670077393849605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110670077393849605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/age-of-aquarius.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110654927790697894</id><published>2005-01-23T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:47:57.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A bit of thank yous all around.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who read my site previously Thurs. the 2oth was my birthday where i turned 18. However Thurs. was...ya know..a weekday so i didnt get a lot of presents until the weekened. So i decide that now is a good time to give out my thank yous for my presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tasha, for the Pinkie stuffie, the bath stuff, the DVDs and the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zach, for the Burned Green Day and Crunk Juice CDs, the Stuff animal St Benard, the purse, the and the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mike, for the candle, the day-by-day planner, the necklace (That matches my earrings, mind you) and the card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tanya and Scott, for taking me to Joe's Crab Shack and paying for my dinner. However, I will not forgive you guys for making me do that damned dance with the crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brittney, for the scrunchies, the little grooming set, and for letting me listen to Ciara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grandma Karen, for the $ 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mom, for the $20 and the Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grammy, for the $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to my friends and acquaintences who didnt get me jack but still remembered my birthday and gave me hugs. I appreciate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who didnt do anything...SCREW YOU!! *Chuckles softly* Just kidding. Try a bit harder next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jou was pissed beyond believe and Seto Kaiba...made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow played games with his son and scared the shit out of him..but that give him time to be with his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"strength, courage, and wisdom..its been inside of me..all along."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;lyric from india.arie's song&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110654927790697894?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110654927790697894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110654927790697894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110654927790697894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110654927790697894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/bit-of-thank-yous-all-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110654448619625336</id><published>2005-01-20T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:28:06.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its a really special birthday being posted hered on the demon's fridge. Mines!! Not to mention a few of my personas.  Today is my 18th birthday...sure, all birthdays are special..but this one is mega special becuae.... IM LEGAL!! *evil cackle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;none &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Happy Birthday, from all of us to you! We wish it was our birthday so we'd be happy too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110654448619625336?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110654448619625336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110654448619625336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110654448619625336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110654448619625336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-well-its-really-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110615778060182515</id><published>2005-01-19T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T10:03:00.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more day…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Nikuumo was dressed up in an apron and a hat like a maid another young woman came in. She looked just like Nique, except that her eyes were a deep purple and two slashes were on her left check. She smiled gently to the young demon and whistled in a provocative way, causing him to look from his task and blush deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“H-hey, Midnight..” He said softly, still blushing. She said nothing back, just a soft chuckle. In her hand was a piece of paper…a letter from Nique. She went to the laptop to post it word for word…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;One more day until finals. One more day of being a 17 year old. One more day of life. Today has been fairly good so far. Its pretty easy since I’m doing finals tomorrow so its nothing but review. I actually finished my homework…hopefully well be turning in books soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning...was kinda strange though. My friends were pulling me about the halls today because they were trying to avoid Tianna. But why…? I mean, I’m not doing anything at all to avoid her… I don’t even care and they’re more flustered than I am. I guess its because I was a while back. *Shrugs* Anyway they all turned their backs towards Tianna and Alex’s direction and Mike clung to my arm like there was no tomorrow. That hurt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was pretty rude so I’m gonna write a letter of apology. *Shrugs* the best I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… Been cracking jokes on American Idol too. I usually don’t watch reality shows…but I found myself watching it yesterday since my lil cousins came to spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hella funny!! I know I shouldn’t be bagging on people…but I couldn’t help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dear site.. love ya and miss ya lots. I’ll come back soon...but I still need a bit of time away. Oh, and sorry dear readers for not posting on Hikari in a while. My comp is fixed and after I get my internet back on it I will come and post. Until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikuumo and Sparrow had quite a bit of fun with Mewt…*coughs* Also it seems that the neko has a bit of a stalker…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie and Tessa had a bit of a Shape-shifter duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates in Yorido: check Sparrow’s site.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110615778060182515?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110615778060182515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110615778060182515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110615778060182515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110615778060182515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-more-day-while-nikuumo-was-dressed_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110615774158950568</id><published>2005-01-19T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T10:02:21.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more day…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Nikuumo was dressed up in an apron and a hat like a maid another young woman came in. She looked just like Nique, except that her eyes were a deep purple and two slashes were on her left check. She smiled gently to the young demon and whistled in a provocative way, causing him to look from his task and blush deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“H-hey, Midnight..” He said softly, still blushing. She said nothing back, just a soft chuckle. In her hand was a piece of paper…a letter from Nique. She went to the laptop to post it word for word…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;One more day until finals. One more day of being a 17 year old. One more day of life. Today has been fairly good so far. Its pretty easy since I’m doing finals tomorrow so its nothing but review. I actually finished my homework…hopefully well be turning in books soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning...was kinda strange though. My friends were pulling me about the halls today because they were trying to avoid Tianna. But why…? I mean, I’m not doing anything at all to avoid her… I don’t even care and they’re more flustered than I am. I guess its because I was a while back. *Shrugs* Anyway they all turned their backs towards Tianna and Alex’s direction and Mike clung to my arm like there was no tomorrow. That hurt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was pretty rude so I’m gonna write a letter of apology. *Shrugs* the best I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… Been cracking jokes on American Idol too. I usually don’t watch reality shows…but I found myself watching it yesterday since my lil cousins came to spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hella funny!! I know I shouldn’t be bagging on people…but I couldn’t help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dear site.. love ya and miss ya lots. I’ll come back soon...but I still need a bit of time away. Oh, and sorry dear readers for not posting on Hikari in a while. My comp is fixed and after I get my internet back on it I will come and post. Until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikuumo and Sparrow had quite a bit of fun with Mewt…*coughs* Also it seems that the neko has a bit of a stalker…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie and Tessa had a bit of a Shape-shifter duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates in Yorido: check Sparrow’s site.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110615774158950568?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110615774158950568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110615774158950568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110615774158950568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110615774158950568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-more-day-while-nikuumo-was-dressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110606875706772316</id><published>2005-01-18T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T09:19:17.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A bit of time, a bit of writing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while the site light has been dimming out. Dust has collected and instead of the usual moths fireflies come in. But soon Nikuumo, the guardian of the site starts coming in with a feather duster in his tail and fire in his eyes. He starts to batt at the fireflies with his paws, meanwhile dusting off certain posts, files and thoughts that were left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shoo, Shoo!!” The demon exclaimed and soon the place was nice and clean, the fireflies going to certain boxes…thin boxes. They were lanterns, made of thin paper of different colors; blue, black, purple, and jade green. The fireflies went there as if they knew their positions and soon the dim site became a bit brighter.  Nikuumo stood there and let out a soft sigh of relief; he was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly he slinked over towards a small area. It was a desk with a small laptop and a comfy chair; the area where Nique puts down her posts. He sat down and got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I guess its my turn to do the site. So here I am. Nique is probably off in Argentina or something… or maybe the Dominican Republic. She said she was on a spiritual trip…maybe its also a trip in search of her roots. Including her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site is doing well… especially after those bad comments left on the site;  Makes my job a bit easier. I’m the one who helps Nique out with such comments. I didn’t do much though.. I know. But I’m the one who puts down the comments anyway, whether good or bad. Kinda hurt me to post down such things. However such….”actions” ...were taken care of and now  Nique went off to … ‘recharge her batteries.’ She does that after going over such things, as do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be here, as I always have been. *Smiles gently* So no worries. I would write more but…what is there to write?  A few things that have happened in the Rp world… I had…love for a while. However, it didn’t last for very long. It was nice while it lasted. Our new friend, Sparrow, has been causing a muck and making more friends as usual. However he does miss his love lots…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yorido has accepted the Neko, as put last time on his site. I gotta go and update. Pfft…he can go and update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess ill go. Until then… Nikuumo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that the demon got up. He knew it wasn’t much but what else was there to write if the creator wasn’t there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;None really, sorry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Um..seriously. I think you need to move out of your mom's basement. Its pathetic!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-P.J&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110606875706772316?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110606875706772316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110606875706772316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110606875706772316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110606875706772316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/bit-of-time-bit-of-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110572296026812803</id><published>2005-01-14T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:25:27.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wake up call-- in search of truth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the scene was dark..black. then a small spotlight comes up and floods the middle of the site. Everything else was dark. Soft footsteps could be heard and then after a moment a young man comes into veiw. He was a good 5'10, black hair falling over his face an cascading down his shoulder. He was dark, black, golden eyes looking forward...to the reader. Fox ears took place of what would be human ears and also a long, orange, bushy tail was behind him. It wasnt wagging too much though. He was clad in a black hooded sweatshirt and dark blue jeans, paws in his pockets. He was silent, looking forward and then he sighed gently, closing his eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello... I'm sure your expecting someone else but that person is gone. Went on a trip...sorry for the inconvinence. If you guys dont know me..and I'm sure most of you dont, I'm Nikuumo ... Nikuumo Agori. I'm a fox demon..and the gaurdian of this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually dont speak out until i feel i need to ..and right now is the time. To the people that were brought here...you know the screen name blackcatsparrow... Well..theres a few things you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow-mun... is not what you think. Sparrow-mun...is a girl. Its not Dominick..Its Dominique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might not care, I know this... and for those I thank you whole heartedly for not being crossed. However there will be some who will be pissed and feeling betrayed for this behavoir or action she had taken. So i am here to talk to you on Nique's behalf while shes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nique feels extremely horrible on what she has done..lying to you about her gender. At first it was harmless but she noticed that there were some she had gotten so attached to...and she felt like she couldnt lie anymore. So she wanted me to tell you this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. She didnt lie on anything else. Whatever she told any of you guys she meant with all of her heart. The only thing she lied was her gender...nothing more. She truly is 17. Her birthday is really on Jan. 20. And she truly cares for you more than anything. If you told her a secret, she kept it . If you told her your fears she kept that as well and put it into consideration. Only one lie she told..and she regrets it whole heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that is why she brought me out here to tell the truth. If you dont want to talk to her or Rp with her then thats understandable. She would take it with no complaints whatsoever. However if you want to talk to her just to yell and scold at her as well then thats cool too. She'll take it. "i deserve it anyway." ...thats what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this seems weird..that it was only something about gender and a small lie. I mean..roleplaying is nothing but playing someone your not right...? well she still feels bad. So she wanted me to tell you.... why me? I mean, I'm just a character ...a roleplaying character she created... well she didnt have the heart right now for she chokes on her tears thinking about it. She told one person, didnt go well...so she was really uncertain about telling everyone else on her list. Please forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nikuumo looks out into the darkness, seeing nique behind teh curtains, not saying a word but sniffles could be heard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She...and I ...are really sorry about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;none really. i didnt have the heart to roleplay. I was working on one with Fuega using Sad'i. Not too bad...for a psychotic killer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time passes, people move. Like a river's flow, it never ends. A childish mind will turn to noble ambition. Young love will become deep affection. The clear water's surface reflects growth. Now listen to the Serenade of water to reflect upon yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Sheik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110572296026812803?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110572296026812803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110572296026812803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110572296026812803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110572296026812803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/wake-up-call-in-search-of-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110563473426921128</id><published>2005-01-13T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T08:50:28.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Breathe again...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have truly, truly decided to stay away from Tianna now. I told her that I couldnt really hang with her... I couldnt talk to her or anything. It..just wasnt working out. I wont need to tell you the details..what she did becuase its all in my site. No need for repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Im going to go off and try and breathe again, going to get some things situated in my own life. Another spiritual trip. So for a while my persona's will take good care of my site. I will stop and work on my Hikari story... I did promise to work on it last weekened and I didnt. Im sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also make a post on where I go and stuff...so mini stories here and there. ^^ Just going to steer away from real life for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till i come back all of you take care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;= Dominique = &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owner of &lt;em&gt;The demon's fridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain and Sparrow are training and as on this site I went on a trip away from Mike. Just needed to find warmer pastures. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wasnt able to Rp for a while though becuase I'm helping Tsut-mun get over her heartbreak. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other news&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For my faithful Rpers and readers alike..if it takes me forever and a day to reply it is becuae im playing ms. counselor. I might not even rp at all. I dunno... im thinking of taking a bit of a break from rping. So if i tell you tha' im not in the mood.. im sorry. It will only be for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"It's not so much finding the right woman as it is finding the right attitude"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Martin Braithwaite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110563473426921128?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110563473426921128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110563473426921128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110563473426921128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110563473426921128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/breathe-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110557326151106581</id><published>2005-01-12T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T15:41:01.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*gentle chuckle* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom left me a post on my site today. Can ya believe it? Out of all the people who visit (and dont visit)  my mom comes and leaves me a post. And i thought tha's cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea..mom's know wise words. And has opened my mind to what I must do. Soo.. Yea.. know what i need to do.  Thanx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;None really, sorry. Not a lot anyway. Just got on the comp. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wisdom is required less to see what's wrong than what's right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Martin Braithwaite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110557326151106581?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110557326151106581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110557326151106581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110557326151106581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110557326151106581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/gentle-chuckle-my-mom-left-me-post-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110537687765729196</id><published>2005-01-10T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T09:07:57.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Actions speak louder than words. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm actually in a good mood. I dont know why, I just am. I know that there are thigns to take care of. Some problems that are going on but there is nothing I can really do. I know I'm doing my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cracks knuckles* And after talking to my council  I'm doing a few wrong things. Also reading my comments I know what I should do... *Smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!! I think ill wait. Gotta fix a few more kinks out there. *Sits in a big leather arm chair, rocking in it a bit, kicking her feet up on a desk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, thanks for the comments to people online and off... I'll tell you my decisions in just a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike and I started a new RP. Man, were running out of stuff. But this one is starting off pretty good. it has a bit of a 1920 background. My characters a singer and Mike's is a mafia member. cool, huh? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jounouchi was mad at Seto for lying but he knew why. Now Seto is stuck with something he really soesnt want to do ... go on a date with a girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been playing as Yami Yuugi for a while. Pretty fun. Didnt think it would work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other news&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fixed up my xanga..louds more like what its name is..Land of Dreams. Check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/foxgaurdianofice"&gt;www.xanga.com/foxgaurdianofice&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you want someone to say or do something and they dont...they just did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-My mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whats wrong with gettign a quote from my own mommy..? ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110537687765729196?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110537687765729196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110537687765729196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110537687765729196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110537687765729196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/actions-speak-louder-than-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110525386090149479</id><published>2005-01-08T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T23:46:44.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Magical Moment...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems that things are starting to be well...hopefully. I wont really now until later. If it does work... I'll tell you. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I guess I want to talk about my future... I still want to be a magjor in the arts but on my free time... I know what i want to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flash animator!! O_O tha' would be awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'll need a better computer...Flash program....a scanner and a microphone.. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..and a team of voice actors. But that will be easy! My school; duh!! But yea.. I do need a few supplies. Which I will work for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the help of some friends I can do it. I can do anything! *empowered voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jou got beat up by his drunken father and so Seto went to go and save him. Now the blonde was almost on the verge of death but the brunette took him under his scaly wing and is taking care of his love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..I'll have a glass of KILL SONIC! I mean...Apple Juice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110525386090149479?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110525386090149479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110525386090149479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110525386090149479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110525386090149479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/magical-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110511632870722345</id><published>2005-01-07T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T08:45:28.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;...... *Sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the post I wrote yesterday.. Wow. I was really mad...and I just wrote out all my anger and my desires in such a manner... And I kinda feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the stuff I wrote is true. I want those things to happen so I wont take my words back. However, I shouldnt have said them when I was angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I'm just repeating myself...that I'm going to the same cycle because of it. I'm just tired of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my whole site today...All of teh archives and it seems that I have quite a few posts that say the same stuff. What I want done...and it just gets to me how Tianna will just...ignore it and then disappear which I dont want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes running away. Shes running from problems and it doesnt help. It makes them worse. What was once a small problem of 'not being around as much as I'd like' has turned into this frenzy of pain, and mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to stop.And i keep going back on my word about how I wouldnt see Tianna or talk to her if she wont changes. It hurts what she does...her running away hurts me. And to get away from it she runs off once again... and then comes back when she feels things are better and theyre not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... I wrote her a letter and told her to read my site. And im saying this for the last time... the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tianna, I want you to get things done. I want you to make things better..make choices, fix things...make them better. Its going to take a while...its not going to be easy but it has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; while you do this I dont want to see you. I'll talk to you online, I cant avoid you there. I cant avoid you at school. But I wont have much to say and I'm going to be a bit distance...just think of me as a friend whos there..but then is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also when your actually ready to try this friendship..when your actually ready to mend things up and not run away.... everythings fixed..then you can come to me. Dont give in...dont just come just to see me and then leave again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either stay and try ...try to make things better ... or dont come back at all. Or next time you come to me I'll walk past you ... next time you IM me, I'll block you....next time you call me I'll hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so serious in all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike and I started something but.. *cough* I had to go to bed..hehe.. or rather he went to bed before me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victor and I were doing stuff to get rid of our hunger...Wrestling!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other news&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its supposed to rain almost all weekend I believe I'll have time and energy to work on &lt;em&gt;In Searh of Mending. &lt;/em&gt;Research paper's done too..a lot off of my chest..for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't mind if you want to kill me, but I might struggle a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Trowa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110511632870722345?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110511632870722345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110511632870722345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110511632870722345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110511632870722345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110508149495720751</id><published>2005-01-06T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T08:47:02.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;...!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of it! I just am.. I'm tired of trying to get things fixed, to get things finally solved and then stuff happens. If you guys dont know its the whole red head thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that it was over... I told myself that I didnt want her around if she cant change..for shes the kind of person I'd rather die than to become... I dont know, its just the stuff she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yet, I want her to be my friend.. I want things back to the way they were..where we used to hang out and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the rate things are going its like I should forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me that I need to come up as well.. That i need to go and help fix things. But thats what ive been trying to do! Ever since shit was messed up! I mean the first time she yelled at me and ran off to get from giving me a simple apology ive been trying to catch up and get thigns fixed. To see what I have done to make she sure she doesnt do it again. Also to make sure that I call on her for bullshit like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she runs off..cause she thinks its 'better for me?!' What the fuck?! You cant tell me whats better for me! I'm the one in pain, god dammit! Fuck, At least come up to me and say that your going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her being gone and things not getting FIXED is whats making it worse! Things getting fixed; Things being solved where we dont hafta really be friends if we dont want to but we actually know that the tension is gone is what is better for me! I cant fucking live with so much tension..so much hidden stuff were she nor I can say. *sighs heavily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! Im just pissed! She does it again. She says I wont understand, That i wont get it .. well fucking teach me! Talk to me abotu it! dont care if it takes 4 minutes or 4 hours! i want to know. I WANT TO GET IT! So i dont hafta feel this same crap over and over and over. I listen! I'm not like others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want her to stop torturing herself. Shes 'torn'? well sew your ass back up. Dont run off, dont keep yourself in that same position... do something! And if you cant do it alone thats what friends and family are for..advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I cant do it alone. No one can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea...thats just getting to me. *Sighs heavily* I feel better though. I just want tianna to get it in her head that she needs to get some old habits away. One..running away or going away from a problem. Just closing your eyes and taking a trip doesnt mean that the problem will dissipate. Fix it. And dont come back acting all happy when, for starters, your not or when you know that the other people arent happy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;none. Again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Mario&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110508149495720751?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110508149495720751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110508149495720751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110508149495720751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110508149495720751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110499007292153209</id><published>2005-01-06T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T21:41:12.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday bro!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after about...um... 18 years of your crap im here to say happy birthday. Your now 29...very old. lol, jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ish for my brother, mont mont whos birthday ish today! cant forget!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have a happy birthday and many wishes..and whores. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady Tsutnami was in a great mood and that made me happy...probably becasue i was pmssin' but whos complaining? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other than that..nothing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you for loving me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dark Mousy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110499007292153209?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110499007292153209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110499007292153209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110499007292153209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110499007292153209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-bro-well-after-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110503137622895756</id><published>2005-01-06T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T09:12:28.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Musical Cleaning pt.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hikari got outside in the back, the group was still singing. The sun which was once blanketed by clouds was now starting to shine down on the little home and the group. Nique was singing, raking up leaves in the backyard, using the rake as a mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You get the gray skies outta my way...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tigress and the werewolf popped out from their own piles of leaves, singing in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Midnight grabs the rake and sings, a huge grin on her face. She looked like he had a halo from all of the sunlight coming over her, her violet eyes getting brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You make the sun shine brighter than doris day! Turn a bright spark into a flame...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikuumo and Nique went back-to-back, being background singers this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yea! Yea!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil tiger slid over to Hikari and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from teh sliding glass door to have fun with cleaning. She was singing as well, grinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My beats per minute never been the same!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nique , Midnight, and Lil Tiger were all working to put all fallen leaves and other trash into black bags while Nikuumo was sweeping the bricks and steps. Hikari had moved up there. While the fox demon worked he was singing to her, that wig on his head now but it was so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"’cause you’re my lady, I’m your fool....Makes me crazy When you act so cruel..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one rough sweep that whole pile of dirt that was swept up from the steps was brought down into the dirty area near the tree. It went out and forward, looking like a tainted shooting star...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got all over the creator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dusted herself off and glared a bit but then midnight went to comfort Nique, grabbing her hand and then singing to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"C’mon baby, Let’s not fight....We’ll go dancing..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creator shook her head one more time, dust flying everywhere. She grinned and everyone sung in unison, including Hikari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And everything will be alright!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone then started to pitch in, putting trash in bags, sweeping, dancing and singing all the while. It was like a magical moment, where nothing could go wrong..were everything was alright for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake me up before you go go...Don’t leave me hanging on like a yo-yo....Wake me up before you go go....I don’t wanna miss it when you hit that high...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nique went over to Hikari and grabbed her hands, starting to dance with her. Meanwhile everyone else were hauling bags of trash out to the green waste container. They were grinning, glad to do something together and actually get stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wake me up before you go go,’cause I’m not planning on going solo.Wake me up before you go go,Take me dancing tonite...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Midnight finished her part she zoomed past her creator and grabbed the angel by the arm. With great agility she hopped up to the top of the gazebo that was in the backhard, showing her the veiw. It was breathtaking, teh clouds still aroudn but sunlight peeking out here and there, making it look like it was heaven sent. She then sung loudly, as if she was baying at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wanna hit that high!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they were all finished and they just played around in the back. They sung the chourus, clipping leaves, playing a bit of tag. The day had ended perfectly, as did the musical. Hikari was feeling totally great and for once, she forgot her problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;None.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I have a fetish for personality"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110503137622895756?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110503137622895756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110503137622895756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110503137622895756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110503137622895756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/musical-cleaning-pt.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110494850474848891</id><published>2005-01-05T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T10:08:24.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Big plans...same cycle...? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well new years and things are being planned out. Im so excited! Me and my friend smade plans this morning for college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that most of us are going to CRC for two years (or more ). Mike and I are going for two years and then together were going to San Fransisco.  But were talking about now.. i mean..two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were all planning to stay together in a apartment or maybe a home..all 6 of us.. 2 in each room. its gonna be Tasha, Mike, Jessica, One of Mike's friends, Brian and I. *chuckles* I dont know who thats going to be but everyone says that I will find the perfect one in college... Im a bit excited abotu that as well. Jessica will too of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; were going to live together and all get jobs. Were planning to get jobs that switch with times and stuff.. for example 1/2 will go to school during the day and work at night and vice vers for the other 1/2. However sunday is supposed to be free for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were going to share the bills... not have phones (except cell phones.) , have each of our own compies with DSL and even have cable where were going to watch t.v. together like a real family. Mike, Jessica, and I all agreed we will all come together every night to watch Teen Titans! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike wanted to make sure we have thick walls... We dont want to ear what would be going on. &gt;&gt; ya know..adult stuff. *Cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im soo excited! i hope this comes true! Nothing better than friends coming together like family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also some things are happening. I told Yami that it was over for a while..that ididnt wnt to see her really... i mean, i told her i would talk to her in school and also online (Since i cant run away online really) but it seems that shes trying to get back in. I dont know... im just starting to feel weird. De Ja Vou... So its like the same cycle all over again. I dotn know..maybe im being pessimistic. Maybe things will change. But I am going to stand my ground and just talk to her on the comp and school..if i ever see her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your reading this Tianna... Im sorry that your going through some stuff... but i dont think i can help you much other than listen....forgive me.  When things get better maybe we can be better. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jounouchi and Seto are really hitting it off well. Another dueling tournament is coming up and The older Kaiba was supposed to enter but he didnt want to risk dueling Jou and losing his love. Soo... yea... *blush* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also seto has been having a visit by some distant cousin...but...i didnt think Seto Kaiba have other Family other than Noa and Mokuba. And also Jou now *smirks* but whatever. Im going along with it..playin' my character.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That has been going okay.. Seto mostly stays in his room by himself as usual. Not wanting to be bothered so the cousin usually hangs out with Mokuba and his friend, Nikuu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a friend I have been playing Yami Yuugi.. ^^ fun fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparrow has been in many situatios with many storylines soo.. *Shrugs* I dont think I should talk abotu tehm. People would get confused and then get all pissy. Big news for the neko though...he's in Yorido...and Rp community. Sign up!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://yorido.bravehost.com/"&gt;http://yorido.bravehost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jamie... please do it for me!!! O_O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop making me repeat myself! Its bad for my health!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Duo Maxwell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110494850474848891?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110494850474848891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110494850474848891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110494850474848891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110494850474848891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/big-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110477072226827454</id><published>2005-01-03T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T08:45:22.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had something to say but i kinda forgot..really. *blink blink* i'm sorry for the inconvenience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, It seems that i use demonfridgie when im at school. Which is no real problem. Mrs. Grasso doesnt seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me what I forgot!!! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, brokenhikari has been put on hold for a while. Not only have I have a bit of a writers block with it some thigns came up and I havent really been in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real Yami is truly gone. I had to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm kinda recooperating from that. It wasnt as painful as I thought it was..actually it wasnt really painful at all. i guess its because i've been through it before. So..its no real big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs* But yea, So Broken Hikari will be finished!! soon..when I feel a bit better. Until then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;br /&gt;Seto and Katsuya have been hitting it off pretty good. They became a couple... Jou has left his home to be with the Kaiba brothers.. However one night he kneed Seto in the crotch... REVENGE!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparrow hasnt been in much. I signed him up for Yorido so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; is for him and what happens in Yoridio. Other things that happen that might happen in yahoo or something will be posted here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this weekend..not a lot. He met this one new girl named fuega... ^^shes an elf!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nikuumo has been used in the RP world as well..for once. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"....What the *bleep* ?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Pilsbury doughboy in bloopers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110477072226827454?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110477072226827454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110477072226827454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110477072226827454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110477072226827454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-had-something-to-say-but-i-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110476131481332373</id><published>2005-01-03T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T06:08:34.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Poetry from the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;this is a project I had to do for English 12. Make a poem that showed two sides of us. It can be good or bad... yin yang. I did what people see of me..and the real me when I'm by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The tiger&lt;br /&gt;Spazzy, excited,&lt;br /&gt;Bouncy little tigger&lt;br /&gt;Yet mellow when need be&lt;br /&gt;Strong&lt;br /&gt;Strong for others, strong for friends&lt;br /&gt;For they are her prized jewels in this world&lt;br /&gt;Bands together like a pack&lt;br /&gt;A pride. Very few but still together like family&lt;br /&gt;Bright colors.  Open-minded, unique&lt;br /&gt;Showing her creativity, imagination though her stripes&lt;br /&gt;Happy pictures, vibrant, speaking for itself&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, clouds, frolics&lt;br /&gt;Through Never-ending field of green&lt;br /&gt;The energetic goofball to some, the optimist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The fairy&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, meek&lt;br /&gt;An introvert in her own forest&lt;br /&gt;Yet comes out when need be&lt;br /&gt;Observent&lt;br /&gt;Watchful of others, watchful for herself&lt;br /&gt;For it is hard to trust for this one&lt;br /&gt;Rather to stand alone than be by herself&lt;br /&gt; A solitary creature. By herself, No one else&lt;br /&gt;Dark colors. universal, but still unique&lt;br /&gt;Wings that show her apart from others yet she doesn’t&lt;br /&gt;Barley seen Quiet like her writings&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight, Clouds, walks&lt;br /&gt;Trough the unknown desert in the cold rain&lt;br /&gt;The wise philosopher to some, the lost soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"She was such a nice little girl....now shes such an ingrate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-Hoppusai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110476131481332373?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110476131481332373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110476131481332373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110476131481332373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110476131481332373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2005/01/poetry-from-soul-this-is-project-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110456648906531520</id><published>2004-12-31T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T00:02:25.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last day of the year, ne?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been a long year. The Demons fridge isnt exactly a year yet...it would be in 28 days after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has been a long year for me. I cant believe how many things changed and yet stayed the same. Some friend have come and gone, I have learned many things. But now that I think about it, thats how every New year is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things come and go. You grow and learn. Its no different..its just how life is supposed to be. And I wouldnt have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I never really wrote anything for christmas, did I? I guess I should..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, my christmas was a lot better than I thought it would be. At first I thought I wasnt going to get anything but Alexis stepped in. She got me many sketchbooks, prisma colors, a webcam and a cellphone! I was so happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my uncle got me some sktchbooks and some Oil Pastels and watercolors. I've been playing around with those like crazy.. *purr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my christmas was wonderfull...and I dont hafta wait long because my birthday will be coming soon as well. *devilish smirk* 1/20 if you guys dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I guess tha's pretty much it for my life... Everyone Have a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I signed up sparrow for an Rp community board... Yorido. Its been a while since... 1999 I think. So yea, a big thing. I think it would be pretty fun. So..whatever happens in Yorido I'm going to put on Rp issues update on &lt;a href="http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com"&gt;http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; Its open for the neko and him only. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hm... what else. I think thats pretty much it. Im not going to put what happens in Im Rps or anything..just for Yorido since they ask for a profile and all that jazz. Gotta keep that option open. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got a new Rp character...Seto Kaiba. The s/n for him is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue_eyed_dragon_Seto&lt;/span&gt;. Its for Yahoo. Sorry, people..hes already taken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like Wheeler's dumb luck saved him again and I emphasize dumb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Seto Kaiba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110456648906531520?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110456648906531520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110456648906531520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110456648906531520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110456648906531520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-day-of-year-ne-well-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110330120817951620</id><published>2004-12-17T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T08:33:28.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; Lost, Lost, All is lost... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some bad stuff happened. Whjile i was getting thigns cleaned on my comp a virus deleted every one of my programs on my compy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other words im back to square one.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill do product recovery and start with Windows M.E. now... I'll fix my compy soon. It will jsut take me a while to get online... or will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis is willing to let me use her compy, so ill still be on.. .Ill just wont have as much freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry... Ill get it fixed sooon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had fun with Pup-Pup, Mike's little pet. He's so loving... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Met a new friend named Mellanie.. well... Abbie did. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Quote of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I asked for teh Hoobastank CD and you Gave me Hoobastank!!! ........nevermind!!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dominique's complaint to Santa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110330120817951620?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110330120817951620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110330120817951620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110330120817951620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110330120817951620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/lost-lost-all-is-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110321744910006224</id><published>2004-12-16T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T09:19:03.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A musical cleaning... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Nique was stuck with cleaning. It was Thursday; it was usually a perfect tiem to clean. No volunteer work today, no worries. However, today she didnt have that spark she usually got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually she woudl be stuck in that moment of depression. But she couldnt; they wouldnt let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikuumo, Hikari, Lil Tiger and Midnight were all helping cleaning the house, each of them in a different area. Nique, who was in the living room, was sweeping the corner of the room, along against the wall. It usually was easier to vacum this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was silent except for the different shuffling and clinking of items going on in the house. No one really had much to say...or they didnt want to say. They knew that the angel was still a bit down in the dumps and so they decided for her to all come over and do somethign together. They let the angel to decide and she wanted to clean; not the most fun but it was her choice. So all was quiet... the sounds of sweeping, dusting, scrubbing and the occasional sneeze and cough were signs that they were alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a giggle could be heard from the master bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls which were in different areas all met together in the hallway, blinkign, looking down to see what was happening. Soon their eyes widened and then they giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fox demon, being a fool, was wearing one of the creator's mom's wigs. It was brown, , short and with a flip. He posed a bit with it and the girls continued to laugh. Even Hikari, who has been suffering from acute depression couldnt help but to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikuumo wiggled around, or rather shimmied, saying one word in a deep deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jitterbug." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nique smirked; She knew where this was going. She repeated teh word back to him and Nikuumo suddenly slid up to Hikari in one swift movement, bringing her close as if she was his lover. He grinned, golden eyes meeting silver and then he spoke up...or rather sang to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You put the boom boom into my heart,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if on cue Nique and Midnight played back-up singers, singign those two cute notes. THe orange eared demon danced with the angel, taking her out of teh hallway and into the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You send my soul sky high when your lovin’ starts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jitterbug into my brain..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creator and the werewolf jumped onto teh couch, yelling in unison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yea yea!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly he pressed the angel against the wall, giving her those gentle pelvic thrusts, still singing. She squealed, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Goes &lt;strong&gt;bang bang bang&lt;/strong&gt; till my feet do the same..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikuumo let go of the now shaken, giggling Hikari and started to dance, with the wig, wiggling his hips around, doing it for a good laugh, lighten the mood on the cloudy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But something’s bugging me, Something ain’t right..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if on cue the striped girl jumped on Nikuumo's back, taking over the singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My best friend told me what you did last night....Left me sleeping In my bed. I&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;was dreaming..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nique, Midnight, Midnight and Nikuumo all sung in unison, looking to Hikari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But I should’ve been with you instead!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiger snatched the wig off of Nikuumo and then slid off of his back, wearing it now. She sung, doing a funky 1980's dance, causing Hikari to laugh once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wake me up before you go go..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then used her tail as a whip, grabbing hikari by the waist, bringing her close and letting her go, forcing her to spin like a top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don’t leave me hanging on like a yo-yo... Wake me up before you go go.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight then leaped over The tiger's head with ease, grabbing the wig and slipping it on. It was her turn. She danced around, turning her back to Hikari and wigglign her ass around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don’t wanna miss it when you hit that high...Wake me up before you go go....",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nique spoke up, remembering this lyric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"cause I’m not planning on going solo&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;em&gt;Wake me up before you go go&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark one with the buns then snatch the wig away and was about to put it on but Nikuumo grabbed it, forcing it on....backwards. He didnt care though. He grabbed the angel, made her lean back into the couch and sung to her just liek before, wooing her like a prince from a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Take me dancing tonite." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly Nikuumo move closer and closer to Hikari, closing his eyes, lips only a few centimeters from touching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nique hopped up and grabbed the wig off of his head. She sung the last part of teh chorus, grabbing the rake and opening the door for the backyard, Another place that needed cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wanna hit that high..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Nique run outside forced the other personas to follow. First Lil' Tiger then Midnight. The only ones in the house was Hikari and Nikuumo, who were both blushing. After a moment of silence he got up and dusted himself up, grabbing her hand and pulling the angel up with him. He then looked over to the door, running out, wanting that wig!! Hikari smiled and followed, happy to have such great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;None really from last night...but... This morning. wow. One girl jsut came up and acted all funky . Guess its no real matter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparrow learned about Sapphire's past. Also Sadi has a bit of a slave. Not for pleasure.... although the slave really wants to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hikari and Yami seems to be getting their friendship back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without music, this would would be really boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dominique &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Announcement: &lt;/strong&gt;I might finish the rest of the song soon. Maybe. depends if i feel like it.&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/6400099-110321744910006224?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110321744910006224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110321744910006224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110321744910006224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110321744910006224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/musical-cleaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110313269470315123</id><published>2004-12-15T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T09:44:54.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lament of a broken and lost light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poetry I made yesterday. Dont know what to do with it other thanto share and contemplate if I should put it in Hikari's story. I write whats on my heart and mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Darling Yami&lt;br /&gt;My Darkness taht protected me from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time went by, as lives grew&lt;br /&gt;You started to come and go&lt;br /&gt;Flicker on and off like a broken light&lt;br /&gt;Like a start that twinkles so bright&lt;br /&gt;And then becom shot out into the never-ending void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like that I, the light, would go&lt;br /&gt;dimmer and dimmer by such actions&lt;br /&gt;From what was bright, brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;Has now become a candle light&lt;br /&gt;Dim, small, shy&lt;br /&gt;Or the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Confused, curious if its real or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have Tormented me, abused my heart&lt;br /&gt;And left it for dead on the cold stone floor of&lt;br /&gt;regret, shame and lonliness&lt;br /&gt;Yet everytime you returned&lt;br /&gt;You act stupified, like nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;And I act stupidfied, drunked&lt;br /&gt;The idea that you return to start&lt;br /&gt;Our lives anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is never true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, History repeats itself&lt;br /&gt;The same cycle, the same pain, the same regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost drove myself wild from it&lt;br /&gt;Broken Angel in a dark cage in the hands&lt;br /&gt;Of a clumsy and uncaring demon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hidden Angels of my own came to save me from my own insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle continues but new factors are in&lt;br /&gt;Good for the Light&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge, Friendship&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love I shouldve been getting from&lt;br /&gt;The comfort fo darkness&lt;br /&gt;Deprived love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becuase of it, you come back&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Come from your routine round of selfishness&lt;br /&gt;Rape of Affection, the honey of emotion&lt;br /&gt;I rarely get myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the supply is protected&lt;br /&gt;Protected, bulletproof, locked in a safe&lt;br /&gt;Until the smoke has cleared and safer pastures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attack, lie, sneak, manipulate&lt;br /&gt;Or at least try to&lt;br /&gt;You cannot get inside until demands are met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claim its my fault&lt;br /&gt;That I am to blame for your unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;Your Actions&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not.  You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt; actions. &lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt; habits. &lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt; character.&lt;br /&gt;Made you what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You clame what I do is for revenge&lt;br /&gt;To get back at you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not. Karma.&lt;br /&gt;I do nothing but live a now normal life&lt;br /&gt;Life not cycling you. Life with love&lt;br /&gt;Love from ones that truly care&lt;br /&gt;Ones on the same level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that attacks is Karma&lt;br /&gt;The great beast of judgement&lt;br /&gt;That gives everyone everything he or she deserves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get friends, family, love I yerned so long for&lt;br /&gt;But blinded by darkness..the need for the comfort of the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get pain, regret&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in the same cycle. Whirlpool.&lt;br /&gt;Only on the other side of the board now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma; The bringer.&lt;br /&gt;Sometiems a saint, Sometimes a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, comes around&lt;br /&gt;What goes up, must come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparrows brother is finally getting married. I dont know if i should be scared or not. I mean, hes a good boy; Nanashi. But hes a bit wild. Goes through girls just like that *Snaps fingers* Goes through kids just like taht *Snaps fingers again* Its like hes just trying flavors. Lets see how long this will last. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Nothing else really; didnt have any time. *Sighs* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Joseph F. Newton &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110313269470315123?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110313269470315123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110313269470315123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110313269470315123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110313269470315123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/lament-of-broken-and-lost-light-poetry.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110304472778377969</id><published>2004-12-14T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T10:10:44.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hikari's thoughts... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel was seen walking through the garden in the darkest of night. The moon that hun in the sky was a half moon..and thats how she felt; half empty. Silver eyes glowed dimly in the night, stars the only company at that time, as well as teh moon. She didnt even bring Yin-Chin with her, the ferret staying at home fast asleep. She just wanted time alone..alone with her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly she made her way to a bench and sat down, looking at her hands. Tehy were cold, trembling and she rubbed them. Alone with her thoughts, the best and yet worse situation to be in. That all changed though for when she looked up she was found a young man standing in front of her. She gasped, almost wanting to scream but his hand gently touched her cheeck and she calmed down, eyes closed softly. She spoke up after a moment of silence, all her pain going away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pharoah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calmed her soul and mind with his touch, taking away all of her pain. She was still confsued, troubled on the conversation that happened earlier in the night. Like any good leader he sensed this in this person, one of his own and he sat down next to her, taking her in his arms and comforting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hikari.." He said softly, his deep voice soothing her mind. Hearing her name caused tears to stream down her cheeck. He held her tighter, making her feel that she was the only person that was on his mind right now; and this was true. He couldnt have any of his people sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hikari. What she says...she says out of anger and pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..." she tried to talk but couldnt, body wracked with sobs once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharoah put a finger to her lips to silence her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hikari, what she says is true. You do treat her second best, like she is not as important as she was to you. But tell me.... hasnt she been doing teh same? She did this to you long before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari looked up at him, blinking, listening to his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do it not because you dont care..but because you learned. I've been watching you two. Thigns have not been going so well..and its because your Yami has been gone, doing her own things that she says its for your benefit..the benefit of teh relationship when shes actually doing her own thing. She comes and goes when she pleases and everytime she does you get hurt. So you move your mind to better things, things that are more important. Dont you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do not hate Yami, I can sense this. You love Yami more than everything. But lately you have been questioning if Yami feels the same. That is not how love is supposed to be. And so Hikari, The question is not Do you still care.... but its Has she ever cared..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari was silent and then slowl yshe closed her eyes, thinking about his words. It was true, she has been backing away from the thoughts of her soulmate but.... that was long after Yami kept coming and going. the thoughts in her mind which were once jumbled started to come clear like a tangle that was starting to come undone. She looked back up to her loving and wise pharoah, teh one that has actually been there to help her with her most difficult problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was gone, leaving as quietly and quickly as he came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;br /&gt;None really, sorry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im Scared. Of us. I want to go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Piggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110304472778377969?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110304472778377969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110304472778377969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110304472778377969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110304472778377969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/hikaris-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110306938530358716</id><published>2004-12-13T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T16:09:45.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought i forgot, huh? Today ish lamaries birthday! Wow, its suprising. I remember him being soo..young.. *Starts to cry. Thats when Tora, Ami, and Onyx come in to comfort her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tora &lt; Eh heh...Happy birthday Lamar. Sorry about Nique's wishy-washy ways.. But she does love you... *She looked to nique again who was holding up a sign that said "love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ami&lt;  Yea, Yea she does. Well...happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nique was mumbling something to Onyx, who could decipher it easily. Only she knew how to translate crybaby*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Onyx&lt;  Nique also wanted to apologize for yesterday. She didnt forget she was just.... taking care of some..what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She looked back to nique who mumbled once again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Onyx&lt; She said she was taking care of some shite. Whats a shite?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quite a few things going on between Yami and Hikari. The angels still confused. Ill write something about it tommorow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nique gave mike the belly rub of his life! and it was fun! lol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ....Whats a douche?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Cycon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110306938530358716?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110306938530358716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110306938530358716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110306938530358716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110306938530358716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday-tora-ami-onyx-onyx-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110298269904187369</id><published>2004-12-13T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T08:22:54.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What do you think?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took this quiz Zach sent me...here is my result. What do you think? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Others see you as sensible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cautious, careful &amp; practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urd has been gone for quite a while...so im starting to get worried. Sparrow also had a bit of a talk with his brother Nanashi. It seems taht the fellow neko is going all around in love..in more ways than one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike and I started a kenshin Rp. Its really funny. ^__^ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tianna and I did a Rp...but it kinda brought back a lot of memories. Also it was a bit...confusing. So currently I feel hallow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Its better to have love and lost than never to have loved at all." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Tasha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110298269904187369?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110298269904187369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110298269904187369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110298269904187369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110298269904187369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-do-you-think-i-took-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110261223069405299</id><published>2004-12-09T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T09:10:30.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Eh heh…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my faithful readers… I think I made a bit of mistake. I don’t know… I couldn’t lie on it but It is true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…it’s a bit difficult to talk about. Lets just say it deals with In search of Mending. Someone asked a question and I answered. Truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know I wonder if I said the right thing at the right time? The person I told looked a bit hesitant. Maybe I shouldnt’ve said that.&lt;br /&gt; then again, maybe she shouldn’tve asked. *Smirks a bit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made another new friend; Mitsuo. He’s really nice. Sparrows at a masquerade party and performing there. So lets see how it goes. What’s he singing and dancing too? “butterfly” from DDR. I love that song. I also like “Put your Faith in Me” but I cant find it. Anyone who can find it, tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neko also had to help Ayame, a young and gifted man who turns into a snake in cold weather. Winter started in that Story-line so he’s stuck at Sparrow’s house until Spring…or until we find something that will keep him warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urd is preggers so Sparrow has a job with his brother @ the Bunny Bar. They were dancing and stuff since there wasn’t that many customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been using Sparrow a lot lately. I need to make other characters too. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tora, Ami, and Onyx got to see their boyfriends after a while. A long while. I actually had them in suspended animation. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxi and I started an Rp but we never finished…what was it about? Her about to get mauled by a bear. *Evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Suspended Animation; Nick is putting up most of his personas. He said something about since Lara isn’t around he’s not willing to Rp with them anymore. What a bummer. *whimper* I liked Nob-Odi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Only thing you cant recycle is wasted time.”&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/6400099-110261223069405299?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110261223069405299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110261223069405299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110261223069405299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110261223069405299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/eh-heh-well-my-faithful-readers-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110243706632168730</id><published>2004-12-07T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T08:37:07.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a pain that sleeps inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sleeps with just one eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And awakens the moment that you leave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I try to look away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pain it still remains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only leaving when you're next to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know, that everytime your near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody else seems far away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So can you come and make them disappear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make them disappear and we can stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I stand and look around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distracted by the sounds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of everyone and everything I see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I search through every face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without a single trace, of the person &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The person that I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know, that everytime you're near &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody else seems far away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So can you come and make them disappear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make them disappear and we can stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you make them disappear? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make them disappear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a pain that sleeps inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeps with just one eye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And awakens, the moment that you leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I search through every face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without a single trace, of the person &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The person that I need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;that everytime you're near &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody else seems far away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So can you come and make them disappear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make them disappear and we can stay&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110243706632168730?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110243706632168730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110243706632168730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110243706632168730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110243706632168730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/theres-pain-that-sleeps-inside-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110229097810966800</id><published>2004-12-05T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T09:18:59.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Suprised on a what a bit of rest could do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is monday ( forget what it says at the bottom ) and im at school. Yes, i finally finished that chapter and its good. Real good to me. I had to go back a few times to fix some errors. I believe its readable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took the time to make a chapter today as well. Not as long but hey, it doesnt hafta be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekened I had quite a bit of free time....actually..no i didnt. I went to hang out with friends, helped pick out a tree and was laughing it up with my mom. Life actually feels good. But then again, there are only a few days where at least one good thing doesnt happen. I'm greatful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta look on the bright side of things. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more peopel to read my story, its okay if they dont leave a comment. As long as they read it makes me feel good. Although soemtiems i wish they would leave a comment or an e-mail or something. I do like feedback. Things that i might need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats okay. I guess im doing pretty good. Sooo... check out In search of Mending! This goes for you! Yea, you..the one who's reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...what else is worth talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i talked to Tianna yesterday. It was alright, no real arguments. She found a productive way to get rid of anger and im pretty happy for that. As long as she doesnt beat up someone or anything. We didnt talk much; I didnt have much to say really. Didnt want to broe her with my talk. When she asked what i was doing i kidna told her what mom was doing and she didnt sound too excited about that. So i keep my mouth shut. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was talking about how no one really understands her too. I kinda felt sad about that. I mean, people would understand her if she was a bit..um...direct pehaps? Also if she wasnt so pushy and pully. But thats just me. I think shes doing fine; especially with her boyfriend. They keep each other in check. Reciprocity. The big word in a relationship. *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Relationships... *looks around* mummilus seems to really like Mike. She wants me to marry him. I swere its going to be like that whole "NiquexBrian" thing. Mike is a swell guy; 2 years younger and all that. But I dun even know if he truly likes me like that soo... until he says something im not saying crap! And shut up about it guys! Especially you... &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word's out that my new neko character is going to be a papa. Im actually excited about this; so cool. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike's (Not the one from school) Is still going power hungry. I swere its liek teh whole DBZ thing so im trying to stay away from him a bit. Ya know... till he gets it out of his system. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The father of Sparrow's Kit-Kats is supposed to be returning soon (His computer was on the fritz but its getting fixed) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Mikhail and Lady Tsutnami came back and visited teh black neko! it was a nice reunion but it seems that while they were away they were bonding quite a bit.. *Smirks* hehe... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene of the day.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im in a pretty good mood and this scene has been stuck in my head all day so im going to just write it out here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*neo and morpheus are watching a young woman in a red dress being downloaded...very slowly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; neo &lt;...why is it taking forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; morpheus &lt; That is because the matrix is run by a 56k modem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; neo &lt; Stupid dail-up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110229097810966800?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110229097810966800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110229097810966800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110229097810966800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110229097810966800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/suprised-on-what-bit-of-rest-could-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110223964545749955</id><published>2004-12-05T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T01:40:45.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know this is a quick post but im really really tired and i just wanted to tell you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inhales deeply* The next chapter for In Search of Mending is done! yay! However theree is a warning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Warning: The following chapter involes yuri (girlxgirl) writing. If your offended by such a thing dont read. Thank yous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikes going for his ultimate form. I dont know what to say by all of that. I just thought it was kind of weird. Why is he always looking for power? *Sighs heavily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SParrow is planning to get married soon. squee!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other than that, nothing.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Kindness in words creates confidence, kindness in thinking creates profoundness, kindness in feeling creates love. ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Lao Tzu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110223964545749955?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110223964545749955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110223964545749955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110223964545749955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110223964545749955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/finally-okay-i-know-this-is-quick-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110192416407816813</id><published>2004-12-01T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T10:02:44.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have time to post!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been reading quite a bit since my last post. Mostly on “research” for my story. I’m definitely writing a chapter this week. Hopefully two if I don’t have a lot of homework.&lt;br /&gt;Im so sorry for people who have been checking up on it. Really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* ahem.. , ive been dong a bit of reading, especially on 8-bit theater. Its funny; what some people write on sites. Im one of them friends say. But whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was talking about Taki from SCII ( soul caliber 2 for people who don’t know )  and it was hillarius!! Appearantly shes got a big package &gt;&gt; and its true. For bother her tits and...ahem…down below. She has more in her pants than what Asteroth has in his hands, which is true. *chuckles* I kinda feel sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow got in another fight with his brother but was healed by Urd. So sweet. *purr* But, shes talking about marrage! How scary. Im sorry, but im a bit hesitant of commitment. So we gotta talk on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem… Nikuu’s pups are teenagers already. They do age pretty fast. Damn Hellian time. Anyway the eldest, Zidane, is doing well. Mikes trying to be a pedophile thought. Pheh...like that’s going to happen. Going a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey sorry. Had to go to the Ye Old Pawn Shop to cash in my ‘findings’. You’d be surprised by the things people ‘drop’ and the frequency which they are ‘dropped’ given their high monetary values. Coincedentally I happened to find a lot of ‘dropped’ things.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Theif&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110192416407816813?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110192416407816813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110192416407816813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110192416407816813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110192416407816813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/12/have-time-to-post-and-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110183513484998043</id><published>2004-11-30T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T09:18:54.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*big grin* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going through mood swings right now so i decided to write ony my site before i get all pissy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, i was in a pretty bad mood yesterday night. It just wasnt really my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Job hunting yesterday with Zach and Austin. It was nice but then they started to talk about thigns that werent really cool. Yea, a bit was boring but i was mostly talking about things about my beliefs. They can be so narrow-minded and i never thought Zach would talk about it in such a way. However they are entitled to their own opinion I suppose. But it just got on my nerves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when they went on about what I should be. That pissed me off. But i guess what past is past, as long as they dont bring it up in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, my faithful readers that im not going all into details for the thingy. I just dont want to spark up anything. not right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my moood is going down... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about not writing in The Hikari Story. Ive been a tad busy with babysitting and i couldnt get a moments peace. &gt;&gt; yes the chapter is supposed to be a tad...mature. but i couldnt work on it because little dee was over my shoulder trying to see what I was writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ill see if i can write it this weekened. I would write it now but I'm in school..also i have to work on my outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until then..keep reading. Im sure a few of you havent even looked at my Hikari story. From what i know only.... *counts on fingers* 5 people actually read on a normal basis. but i guess thats cool. Check it out when you can though. I do need feedback. dotn know what it is? look in my profile or just look at my past posts. Its on one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparrow found his long lost brother, nanashi and had an argument with him. After taht it was a fight that almost killed me. However i got it done... and got him at bay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbie's having fun with Lu, her new human pet and Kyo, another neko, is begging to be a slave. *blink blink* whats up with that? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ahhhh!!! ........ bother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Puppet Pal Ron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110183513484998043?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110183513484998043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110183513484998043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110183513484998043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110183513484998043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/big-grin-yes-chapter-is-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110159709201363868</id><published>2004-11-27T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T15:13:22.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Made something for yous. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a quiz for you guys to take. How well do you really know me? ^__^ if you guys want you guys can tell me your scores by leaving a comment. If you get it low thats okay; It gives you the answers. *chuckles softly* have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Tasha made one for me; i got a 70 on both. Let's see how well you guys do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt; a whole bunch with vincent; my dragon character. Also Sparrow had got in a bit of trouble after he couldnt find his baby, Luke. He got him though; he was in teh washing machine. And NO it wasnt on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbie (I know i havent used her in AGES) also met a girl named Scarlet. mm..boobies. lol jk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or am I? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some have flown over land and sea to plot where things are to create me. Filled with squares of either green or blue if you need to know where to go im true..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Mad Sparrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was going crazy. It was a riddle; think you know the answer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=041127174449-803705"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=041127174449-803705&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110159709201363868?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110159709201363868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110159709201363868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110159709201363868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110159709201363868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/made-something-for-yous.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110137637740682852</id><published>2004-11-25T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T01:52:57.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Such a late night... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it is 1:32 a.m and im slightly awake. I was wide awake with mike but once he left everything just went blah.. *Chuckles* I went and watched Wolf's Rain with him. Its great it comes on weekdays now. I can watch the whole season in about a month. Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...today is actually Thanksgiving day. hehe...turkey! Im supposed to be getting up to make a peach cobbler leater this morning so i should probably be getting to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..but why am i writing this post? i kinda forgot. Probably to talk about mike coming over. It was nice; i taught him how to play Bloody Roar: Primal Fury. Hes really good with Uranus. He whipped my ass pretty good. I got him back with Shenlong though. Hes also good with Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i guess what got to me was Tianna's visit on Tuesday. She seemed so sad. It kinda reminded me on this one poem. If i find it online ill post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she just seemed really really sad and stuff. I dont know. I'd like to think that she simply learned her lesson about friendship and stuff and she misses what she had and kinda abuse. It's like karma in a way. I remember teh many days where i missed her as a friend and wanted to hang with her but she didnt really care; she was like off with her boyfriend and stuff. and now that im not around on my own free will and doing my own thing and everything it seems that she misses me and kinda want things like before but...its not going to be the same. things were tarnished becasue of the things in the past. *Shrugs* what goes around comes around? i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway im not going to go on it. No need to say things that are already loud by just actions and going-ons and what not. To all who read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Happy Thanxgivin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;RP issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sparrow continues to take care of the orphan with the imaginary friends. Plans to open a produce, garden and pie shop are filling Sieben's head.The neko's is more than willing to help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Other than that; no real serious RP *Sigh* oh well..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"That is a pop up" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*cries of pleasrue as he humps computer via A:Drive* "Oh im popping something alright!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Bunny to Puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110137637740682852?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110137637740682852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110137637740682852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110137637740682852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110137637740682852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/such-late-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110114050259702925</id><published>2004-11-22T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T08:21:42.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;'nother editors note for  &lt;em&gt;in search of Mending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry folks but i havent finished a chapter for this one too. ^^ forgive me please.  I have started it but the thing is, i havent finished it. But dont worry, it will be very very special Ive done a bit of reasearch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to Relax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was great; i did nothing but rest and relax. Good thing i didnt have a lot of homework. I slept, did work, cleaned and then rested some more. And since Alex ( not &lt;em&gt;That &lt;/em&gt;alex...hehe...our roomate. Alexis likes to be called Alex) wasnt at home, I was on her computer. Its great; i simply turn it on an then Im on online. I did sooo much RP my stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strange....I could do a whole bunch of RP but i couldnt really work on my Hikari story. I got it ready though; the poor angel gets drunk. SOmethigns supposed to happen...but i wont spoil it! tee heee heee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Rp...i gotta put more characters on my Roleplaying site. Im thinking of putting Hikari in next. Then Midnight, Nikuu, Priestess, and Nikuumo. Anyone else will just come along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats in teh fantasy world... as for reality? not that much. I dont know what were doing for thanxgiving..and i dont really mind. as long as we have a turkey. I like turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..tianna gave me a feather today.  It's reall nice..has tiger stripes. And its been a while since i got a gift so i really appreciate it. She said she found it on her way to school today..... *Shrugs* i dunno...some days i see her and Alex walkign to school. I jsut do, i cant help it since i ride the bus that goes by the church. I guess its nice to know that she thought of me while she was walkin' with her man.. *Smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tons of that... Made new friends, Tora has been put back on display and has a slave now. O.o; dont ask, for god sakes dont ask. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparrow has been getting love from every which way...and he doesnt even do much! Ill fill you in on it later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of newbies have been coming to me for RP..and sadly I iggy (ignore) them. lol... i feel so evil but i usually dont have tiem for ukes (one-lined Rp). At least give me some semi-para! (RP that includes 2-4 sentances) Sorry that i give you guys so many new words and stuff...its liek new slang in Yahoo. *chuckles softly* gotta fill you in on that a bit more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bit of Rp with Tianna...just a smidgeon. It wasnt really big...kind of a reunion with D.P and Nikuu. the red head kinda messed up the Drama though. *chuckles* After that I kinda started to argue with the minon over a soda can...we were both hungry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so beautiful...It scares me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Hotohori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110114050259702925?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110114050259702925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110114050259702925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110114050259702925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110114050259702925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/nother-editors-note-for-in-search-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110067155977273651</id><published>2004-11-16T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:05:59.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A good day...which is a big thing for me.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ wow you guys, i actually had a really good day! I got a lot of hugs; hung out with al lmy friends as usual and just had a bunch of fun. Well...it wasnt so good a day but im feeling really good right now .I dont know why, i guess i dont really need a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I went to volunteer work today and had a whole bunch of free time. I got all of the work done (not to mention make up) and then even wrote a few letters to my friends and then chilled for a bit. All the while i was listening to music, going back and forth between 107.9 and the oldies station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing happened today that kinda got to me..but now im just feeling really good to be home. It matters not. Ive been putting too much time and energy on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever... *Smiles softly with a sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made a whole bunch of jokes today and actually sung a bit with mike. We were singing oldies and Disney songs. He cracked me up when he was singing little mermaid. And then...we embraced...which was nice. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think thats pretty much it.... oh! except one more thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new site for my RP characters. Its not much, and i dont have that much on there now...but its there. Its &lt;a href="http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com"&gt;http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; . I'm not forcing anyone to check it since its mainly for Roleplayers who are interested into certain characters. I dont have that many on there..jsut Sparrow and D.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It finally happened; Sparrows a daddy..er..mommy to 5 kit-kats. Theres 3 boys, 2 girls. Hes never been so proud..however..Kura-chan wasnt there..but he did come back today and was rather happy to see them. *Sighs* I kinda wish it couldve waited but we already made up a time for their birthday.. sparrow was supposed to be pregnant for only about..3-4 weeks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike and I havent done much. Hes kinda complaining that we dont Rp that often. I cant help it! we dont catch each other at a certain time...or when we do its late in the night and im tired. *sighs* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparrow and Urd have been doing quite a few things too...if you catch mah drift.. *smirks and raises eyebrow* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh..and Mikhail.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm...other than that i think thats pretty much it. I havent been RPing with Steve but its only because i havent been around. I feel so bad. Forgive me, my friend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go Foxxy! Its yo birthday! not for real-real; just for play-play"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Foxxy Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110067155977273651?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110067155977273651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110067155977273651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110067155977273651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110067155977273651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-110041096074604747</id><published>2004-11-13T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T21:42:40.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Puppy Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not so bad. I did some cleaning. Watched Van Helsing with Bre-Bre and actually straightend up my room. All is good apparantly ...until later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom decided to let Carmel out and run loose in the front. -.- bad idea. I tried to warn her..bre bre tried to warn ber but she insisted that the Pit Bull should go out and get some excercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And So carmel went out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about 1/2 hour later she came home...along with a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly the guy claims that Carmel not only attack his dog to the point of death...but also attacked him. He didnt seem like he was injured but i believe him when he said that his dog was mauled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hes going to bring charges on mom for the vet bill and medical bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me pissed in more ways than one. First of all, i told mom time and time again... OUR DOG IS A FIGHTING DOG! American Pit Bulls are bred for fighting..no doubt about it. They werent made for herding, working, or a lap dog (although she tries to be). Shes fighting and fighting only! I mean geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the guy got me pissed! For one thing he shouldnt be having his dog out either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* but of course, this is probably my maternal side. Carmel is my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not that much RP going on.... except with a new friend of mine. Lady Tsutnami. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well Sparrow met her in a tavern after playing a bit of his flute for her. Since then hes been hanging around her; trying to be a friend.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other than that...Sparrow got drunk and met Angel and Urd. Did anything happen? *smirks* tee hee... maybe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i guess this isnt really an Rp issue but this is about Rp. made a site that has info on each of my RP characters. its &lt;a href="http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com"&gt;http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont have much on there though; just Sparrow and D.A. check it out if you want. i really dont care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! i dont have a heart! i feel no fear, no love, no pain, no sorrow. I am..hollow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dracula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-110041096074604747?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/110041096074604747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=110041096074604747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110041096074604747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/110041096074604747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/puppy-drama-today-is-not-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109993198774760053</id><published>2004-11-08T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T08:42:42.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Editor's note for &lt;em&gt;In search of Mending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people. For all of those who read my story ( which is a certain few) im sorry that i didnt write a chapter this weekend. I suffered from a bit of writers block. Also a few things happened this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like Resident Evil all over again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is the part where i write stuff. The diary thing. This is what demonfridgie is all about , ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for starters, everyone was in a pissy mood this weekend. First it was me..but it was only a day. Talk about major PMS. Then as if it was a diesease, my mom was super pissy ALL weekend. She was bing rude and inconsiderate, which i had to talk to her about. It was kinda strange; like talking to a child. *Sighs* Grammy came over too and she was pissy with mom which triggered a bit of arguments. but mom was starting a whole bunch of stuff and then got mad at me cause she said im supposed to be on her side all the time. So not true! I do have my own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, it was still a nice weekend. I got to see my big big brother! It was nice but still a bit sad taht hes in prison. I miss him lots. Also i got to babysit his son which is my nephew and bre bre came over. We watched a few movies; i wanted to watch Van Helsing with bre-bre but mom was being a bitch (again) and was taking over MY DVD player . *Sighs* she didnt even liek the move and she has her own DVD player in her room. wouldnt kill her to go in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all i tolerated it and had a good time. I did a lot of RPs (which was strange for i could do those but i couldnt write a chapter. o.O; ) and i passed out in front of teh comptuer twice. Im going to hafta beg for forgiveness. eh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said before..a whole lot of Rp with new friends. It was nice but i do miss the gold ol' RPs with some people *Sigh* But gotta talk about new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mike and I stared a Hellsing Rp (not Van Helsing &gt;&gt; the anime ) . It was awkward since ive never seen the show nor read the manga so it was kinda funky. He said im doing well though. O.o; meep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven and I were doing an Rp but i wont talk about that one.. *Blush* also because i didnt finish it. I passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow has been going on adventures of his own and like i do with most of my characters, i put them in IM. I use him for different story lines so theyre are differernt times. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit hard to explain but if anyone would like to know ill be more than happy to help.&lt;br /&gt;Well Sparrow was at his home which is a mansion in a ghost town. so hes living teh high life and yet hes not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He helped a small boy named Sieben who has a ghost friend named Ike. No one can really see him but Sparrow's special because since the ghost town is ...you know , crawling with ghosts his senses get trained to be around them. It would be no time before he would actually get to see Ike. Currently he can hear him and sense where he is. He cant hear him talk but he can hear his footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while he was takign care of Sieben he was also taking a young man named Landon in his home. Landon is supposedly an actor from L.A who's car broke down. Its like those scary movies where he sealed his fate! *dramtic music plays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow was also in an RP where he makes friends with an angel named Teteiyusu. Hes a singer which is really cool; very heartfelt, very sad. He made friends with the neko becuase he said that there arent a lot of us out there; it was fate that brought them together.&lt;br /&gt;Zane hasnt been on for a while; neither has Kurama. *Sighs&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You might think this is easy..but nothing can be harder. It will test your head, and your mind, and your brain too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Scheebly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109993198774760053?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109993198774760053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109993198774760053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109993198774760053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109993198774760053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/editors-note-for-in-search-of-mending.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109993172483805074</id><published>2004-11-08T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T08:38:07.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dishearted Writers Block.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Dominique said as s h epaced back and forth in her room. She didnt have a lot of room to pace in there but it was easy for her since she didnt have her prothetic leg on. She walked back in forth like a tiger in a cage, eyes cast down as she paced. No one was in there except Nikuumo, who was watching her pace, raising an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay, Nique. Really." The demon replied to his neurotic creator. But the teenager shook her head, sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had time! I shouldve finished that! I shouldve made that chapter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you had writer's block. I was sitting in here watchin' you write and you couldnt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demon got up from the bed and picked Nique up like she was a child, putting her in teh bed. She blushed from being man handled and then just did what she always did when she didnt feel right; she covered herself up in the blankets and just laid there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was dark and warm; perfect for these cooling nights. Nikuumo had come in every once in a while to check up on her and found it easy to come into her house; Momma Fambro had no problem with him. But of course, he never told her that he was a demon. He sat down on the bed next to her and petted her blanket covered head with his furry paw, his tail thumping against the side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nique," he spoke up, golden eyes glowing a bit in the dark, "If you have writers block you shouldnt force yourself to write. Its normal. Just give yourself time and it will come to you. You cant always be on schedule. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was silent and then slowly nodded her head, sitting up. "I guess your right Nikuumo. Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demon's only reply was a gentle hug, simling softly. She couldnt help but to smile back, giving him a hug of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109993172483805074?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109993172483805074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109993172483805074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109993172483805074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109993172483805074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/dishearted-writers-block.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109961831333735965</id><published>2004-11-04T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T09:16:25.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Personal Staement.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is just a version of my personal statement. I'm not allowed to save it on a disk so im going to put it on here and just copy and paste..heeheheh... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do like it though; tell me what you think of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tigeress; the largest cat in the feline family, big body covered with a beautiful pelt of orange and black. Intense eyes ovserve everything about itself but rarely take part in the busy actions of the land, content to stay by itself in its camoflauge to watch. An introvert of the animal kingdom by nature tigers takes great comfort in their own solitude and if they do interact it would only be with loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can speak so much on this animal for the tigress is me. Often seen as big, fierce, a symbol of dominance the tiger is anything but for it is shy and reserved for such a big predetor. I would rather relax in a calm medow and watch the stars fill up the sky than to attack or harm. I do have my limits though; able to stand my ground for what I believe in with a roar loud enough to disloacate my own jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also ready to protect my loved ones in the same manner, ready to use my misused claws to maul anyone that dares treats others with anything but the upmost respect. The tigress is nothing more than a big pussycat, ready to make friends with selected few that are seen as worthy. When this bond is made, it takes a lot for it to be severed. I make sure that my friends are well taken care of in the same way, as if they were more than just family, the strong bond that is probably more loving than most frienships should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the stripe pattern of any tiger's pelt I am unique. I go by my own path, making my own pawprints for people to follow if they so desire. Nobody taught me to hint, live a happy life or a dream for it is pure instint that drives me to find my place. I stay in my own territory however while i do this, venturing out every so often but respecting the boundries of others, the gentle and graceful feline in me making sure that others are comfortable. I zigzag through the lands and take in many things all at once sometimes; sometimes not able to survive by just focusing on one thing. I must muti task! Imust keep my brain working non stop before I get lost in my own darkness of boredom, or is it? For when im not out on the hunt I am daydreaming, my mind filling with thoughts of going places outside my boundries. Tokyo, perhaps France; different jungles of concrete and lights for me to explore. New scents, new people; the thought of it makes the fur on the back of my neck stand on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The natural instincts, soul and determination is what keeps me going for my long hunt of finding my place. I intend to reach my goals no matter what, not letting my disability get in my way. I only take with me the love of my friends and family, never stopping unless something happens that i must go back and protect. For every devastating event that happens in a tigers life, it does not effect them as it would other animals for it cannot stop long and greive. I must keep going no matter what; i must preserve the ones that are still there, the ones that i live for so my life truly has meaning. Often seen as extemely optimistic some wonder why i dont have wings growing out of this strong back of mine. People see me as an angel, a guardian, a keeper of peace and tranquility no matter what; een if it kills me. Sometimes I am seen as a gaurdian of the soul, mostly painted on walls of ancient temples and armor of warriors that go into battle. This is true for I would rather have bodily harm done to me than to the ones I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The design of my stripes are as unique as my art, writing and speaking styles, expressed in its same bold manner as if they are the stripes themselves, out for everyone to see. I usually draw things that are out of the ordinary; fantasy, science fiction, things youd probably see in your dreams. However, what I put down on paper is only a smidgeon of what is on my mind for I am still bit inexperienced. Probably with the help and knowledge of older and wiser animals that surround I might become an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes set on the futrue, the big striped cat of the jungle looks out for what will benefit herself while on the way of helping others. I do the same, knowing what i want to do with my life but also wanting to see what i can do for others as well. Currently my dream is to get my art and writing out to the world; to let them know what i am besides just a huge vermillion and ebony furball. I want them to see me, to see through my eyes with the slithered pupils and get a glimpse of what i see. Although usually hidden in the shrubs that match my fur coat, i still want to exist.The world we live in is very rough, quick paced, loud and sometimes unfriendly. Soon i wish to come out and leave huge pawprints and make changes. Things will be different to what im used to but i will learn to adapt, to be able to come out of the camoflauge to reside in the big and bustling concrete jungles with other animals and probably touch their hearts with a gentle purr and a calm smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109961831333735965?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109961831333735965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109961831333735965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109961831333735965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109961831333735965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/personal-staement.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109958606603593927</id><published>2004-11-04T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T08:34:26.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;moody..embarrased..fatigued.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was going through mood swings.  I was happy in the beginning, depresed in the afternoon and by evening i was ready to bite someones head off. I played it cool though, controlled my temper, i just wasnt super happy as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i found out why today. *blushes* its that time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats settled, i think im back to normal but jsut somethings itchin' teh back of my mind again. for people who read this, you know who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her for a bit, i didnt have much to say because its those 'small talks' that no one really wants to talk or hear about. Dont get me wrong, i'd love to talk to her..i just didnt know what to say that was worth talking about. All except that Nikuu became a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing. Then she got mad and said i was 'critizing' and that got me pissed..again.. It wasnt as much as before because those kind of words jsut dont hit me as much coming from her but..meh..still got me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a difference between "not wanting to talk to you" and "not having anything to talk about." *rolls eyes* she needs to stop being so defensive.. im not trying to attack her or say that i hate her. i hate some of the actions she does; things that seem cruel or inconsiderate, but i dont hate her. I could never hate anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except people who hurt or kill people just for the fun of it... things who can do ungodly cruel things for their enjoyment. Those people i can hate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why she thinks i hate her. I dont.. I cant. Im too mushy. There are times where i get mad with her or i argue with her but i dont hate her. We can agree to disagree... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about that, ive been going on about this for a long time now. Ive had just as many posts about her than other things, possible more. Dont believe me? check the archives of my blogs from all the other months. Now to better things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my pictures back i took for the yearbook; 16 in all. They look nice, I actually like them. Tasha was nice enough to scan them for me. If anyone wants one then just IM me, alright? im willing to give you a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres one i took where i actually look like a soap opera character; like im some rich woman who died and left a will. *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a couple to John (another one, sorry Coyote), Alex (the other one, sorry D.L ), and Kalen... they all said they like it. I think they were just being nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea. Also John and I were talkign about some of his marvelous adventures with trying stuff out. He also talked about his friend Billy, who's brain is completely fried. It was extremely funny about how he gave his friend a pack of sweet n' low and told him it was Diet Coke. I kinda felt sorry for the big lug... heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well Zane and Sparrow had a bit of fun yesterday..or was it the day before? hmm..i dont remember, it was fun though. Sparrow has joined Zane on his quest for world dominiation... among other things. The neko was also kind enough to let the commander stay in his house; an old abandoned mansion in a ghost down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There wsnt a lot of Rp last night though; i was going to start somethign with Steven but i had to go and sleep. Im still tired *yawn* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alllsoooooo.....no, i think thats it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do what you think is right in your heart. You'll be criticized anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109958606603593927?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109958606603593927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109958606603593927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109958606603593927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109958606603593927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/moody.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109942146197542746</id><published>2004-11-02T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:51:49.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Getting there... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home today. I got up, ready to go to school and somewhere inbetween the hall i passed out. Mom agreed that i should stay home and catch up on my rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont understand.. i went to bed at 7 last night, thats a good 10 hours of sleep! Im still exhausted thought but i decided to get up and do&lt;em&gt; something&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plan is to finish this post and maybe write a chapter in &lt;em&gt;In search of Mending .&lt;/em&gt; Just make a new chapter and catch up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive also done a bit of reading on Introverts. I dont know; its been plauging my mind on what i am and how i should react to some things happening in my life. Am I acting normal on these siturations? Am I acting too tough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i took this survey / quiz at my favorite introvert site (introvertcoachz.com) and read on some stuff. I found out what kind of introvert I am; suprised that introverts had categories as well. Heh, i thought that they were just one and the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, heres what i have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;INFP - THE HEALER, POET: Healer Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in striving for their ends, and informative and introverted in their interpersonal relations. Healer present a seemingly tranquil, and noticiably pleasant face to the world, and though to all appearances they might seem reserved, and even shy, on the inside they are anything but reserved, having a capacity for caring not always found in other types. They care deeply-indeed, passionately-about a few special persons or a favorite cause, and their fervent aim is to bring peace and integrity to their loved ones and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healers have a profound sense of idealism derived from a strong personal morality, and they conceive of the world as an ethical, honorable place. Indeed, to understand Healers, we must understand their idealism as almost boundless and selfless, inspiring them to make extraordinary sacrifices for someone or something they believe in. The Healer is the Prince or Princess of fairytale, the King's Champion or Defender of the Faith, like Sir Galahad or Joan of Arc. Healers are found in only 1 percent of the general population, although, at times, their idealism leaves them feeling even more isolated from the rest of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healers seek unity in their lives, unity of body and mind, emotions and intellect, perhaps because they are likely to have a sense of inner division threaded through their lives, which comes from their often unhappy childhood. Healers live a fantasy-filled childhood, which, unfortunately, is discouraged or even punished by many parents. In a practical-minded family, required by their parents to be sociable and industrious in concrete ways, and also given down-to-earth siblings who conform to these parental expectations, Healers come to see themselves as ugly ducklings. Other types usually shrug off parental expectations that do not fit them, but not the Healers. Wishing to please their parents and siblings, but not knowing quite how to do it, they try to hide their differences, believing they are bad to be so fanciful, so unlike their more solid brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wonder, some of them for the rest of their lives, whether they are OK. They are quite OK, just different from the rest of their family-swans reared in a family of ducks. Even so, to realize and really believe this is not easy for them. Deeply committed to the positive and the good, yet taught to believe there is evil in them, Healers can come to develop a certain fascination with the problem of good and evil, sacred and profane. Healers are drawn toward purity, but can become engrossed with the profane, continuously on the lookout for the wickedness that lurks within them. Then, when Healers believe thay have yielded to an impure temptation, they may be given to acts of self-sacrifice in atonement. Others seldom detect this inner turmoil, however, for the struggle between good and evil is within the Healer, who does not feel compelled to make the issue public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'cha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I RPed a bit with lestat when i got home but we didnt get far. Seems to me that lestat is nothing more than a pervert; far from the typical one &gt;&gt; so im trying to stay away from him a bit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike and I RPed a bit too. Hes got Yahoo messenger; yayness! Nikuu's a daddy (yes,&lt;/em&gt; she&lt;em&gt; is)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to 11 kids. It was more for ...um...a promise than love ; for Evelyn, a leopard demon wanted to help hell's armies...and so she asked Nikuu to be a bit of a sprm donor to make strong and healthy demons. I mean, c'mon! Nikuu was the gardian of the Dark Spire itself...shes a perfect breeding stud. *Chuckles* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soo Hell's got 11 more soldiers... a few more weeks and they will be trained. theyre more..um..anthro-ish than youko (fox-people ) but theyre super tough. heh, one dragged mike around like he was nothing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm..other than that i think thats it. Other than that Sparro made a vampric friend; Loraina. Shes pretty cool...shes a newbie but shes really good already. shes a master at semi-para. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fight between good and evil is eternal within ourselves, whether we choose to recognize or acknowledge it or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Princess M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109942146197542746?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109942146197542746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109942146197542746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109942146197542746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109942146197542746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/getting-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109932926951475265</id><published>2004-11-01T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T09:18:32.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;so sleepy its not even funny.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday iwent to bed at 4 in the morning, got 2 hours of sleep because of mike's scaredy behind and then went back to sleep when he left. however, i only slept for 4 hours of sleep there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i got *counts on fingers* 8 hours of delicious sleep. thats what i get for becomign counselor for 3 people last night. It wasnt bad but i think im going to die from lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep right now...i dont suffer from insomina..its just that i have so many things taht are much more important to do than sleep. I wish there was more time and also be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* i dont have much to say, had a lot of counseling and making new RP friends at the same time. Trick-or-treaters came to my house and i scared all the little buggers with my mask. I didnt say a word to them, just gave them the candy and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone came that i havent seen in a while; Nikuumo. he didnt really had to dress up..which was hillarius since everyone thought his tail and ears were fake but Mokuba looked divine. He made a cute vampire. They only came by to get some candies and check up, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.0 d.p...i know your reading this. the minion says hi. he also apologizes for not seeing you; he says too many memories.. and he wouldnt really know waht to say or do anyway... what he was allowed to do *sighs* Ill get him to come and visit you soon... i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o.o i got to RP early this morning; someone was online while i was getting dressed. why was I online? i was going to wear my tie so i usually go to tieguide.com. i didnt wear it though; bummer.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, Lestat was on and we talked. last time i talked to this guy he wasnt in teh best of moods but he apologized..so were friends. &gt;&gt; wont my friends be jealous; especially Neta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike also signed up for Yahoo messenger. we can go into chatrooms now, yay! im trying to get Steve and Tianna to sign up too so we can play around but i dont even think she wants to. *sighs* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm...steve did the werewolf RP last night too. it was funny. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We do have squirrely wrath you know; its one of our hidden nature things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Foamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109932926951475265?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109932926951475265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109932926951475265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109932926951475265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109932926951475265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-sleepy-its-not-even-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109921292769079191</id><published>2004-10-31T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T01:55:27.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After-Party!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dominique fambro on the party report! heheheehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Shannon's halloween party was really nice! It was a masquerade, as explained a while back and it was really nice, every dressed up except for a few people. There werent that many people as I thought it would be; maybe a good 20 peoples... but it was still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People did the electric slide for about 2 hours, freak danced and then watched the old fashioned horror movies. It was okay &gt;&gt; I shouldve brought Van Helsing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we chilled, talked, dance and that was pretty much it. Tasha, Brian and Mike came over with me.. and that was fun! I mostly hung out with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a lot of people I knew like Tianna, Alex, Mo, Jason, and Jessica to name a few... and that made it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o other stuff happened which i shall not explain because it was relaly stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo....yeaaaaaaaa......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;None really tonight since i went to a party.  Mike is kinda mad at me though. He's been mad at me for a while..or agitated cause i havent been around. I guess i really cant blame him. Youd think he would have a lot of people to RP with but...he says everyone either sucks or arent really on. -.- He can  look harder. either that or grab some people who are semi-good and teach them. Thats what i do. *blinks* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To err is human, To forgive is divine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109921292769079191?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109921292769079191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109921292769079191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109921292769079191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109921292769079191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/after-party-i-shouldve-brought-van.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109917436434500782</id><published>2004-10-30T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T15:12:44.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Masquerade, Squee!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonights the big night..masquerade! im so hyped, i hope nothing bad happens on this glorious night! my costumes ready, my mask is out and ill i need to do is get my hair done and wait for Tasha and Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon said i coudl bring friends so i invited them also Zach and Jessica... I hope Shannon doesnt mind. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be so fun! But im also a bit nervous...but why should i be? i do well in huge crowds especially when my friends are around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im hoping for the best...no killings..no rape...or any sex.. unless im part of it. hah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; but dude im gonna freak out if i walk into the bathroom and i see someone doing ...stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo excited!! I should be getting ready now but im kinda waiting for a moment cause im hungry!! VERY HUNGRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had a whole bunch of fun last night! Sparrow got a new friend and also charlie and i did some stuff.. ^__^ it was really fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also Steve was a werewolf. I was playing games and tricks with him but i think he was tired because after an hour or two...he stopped posting. I think it was because he passed out at his compy. I did too waiting for him but i got up after 10 minutes and took my butt to bed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;yesterday is dead and tomorrow is not yet born. Today is all that matters"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109917436434500782?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109917436434500782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109917436434500782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109917436434500782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109917436434500782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/masquerade-squee-but-dude-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109898277042613282</id><published>2004-10-28T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T09:59:30.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monstrous.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day, another post. Its a pretty morbid day; its cold, cloudy and midterms are today! However, im in a pretty good mood for my finals arent so bad. I have Comp Tech and Geometry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* also i think im in a good mood because im only running on 4 hours of sleep. Why didnt i get much sleep? because i was scared. Yup, you heard me....fear struck my heart adn my mind. I didnt even do anything! i just had a bad vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate late and then i started to hear my heart throbb in my own ears..then i went to bed and started to see or sense things. Maybe there were, i dunno, hallucenagins in my food. *Shrugs* Im better now...i just cant get teh Grudge out of my head. I didnt even see the movie and im freaked out! probably because i went to go and see the website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/thegrudge/site/flash/"&gt;http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/thegrudge/site/flash/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go if you dare... &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping and got my costume yesterday; i dont know waht to call myself... i kinda saw it as a fancy goth trick-or-treater..and then i saw it as a vampire hunter. Alexis thinks if i wear some of her make up (she is white, jsut to tell you) i can be a vampire! i thought all these ideas were good but im gonna see how its going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow though im jsut going to go to school as The Punisher. Besides, the shirt thats for the masqerade party is a bit....hmm... skimpy. yea, ill go with that. *chuckles softly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also while i was at target i went and bought Van Helsing! im so excited but im also extremely tired... i didnt watch it last night... so im going to watch it when iget home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe after taking a nap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rp issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;none really, i was gone from the home most of the day. I did talk to Nick thought, he was  excited cause he had a girl over his house. Im happy for him!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i may not know everything but im stupid enough to try anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Beast Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love that boy.. *swoons* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109898277042613282?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109898277042613282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109898277042613282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109898277042613282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109898277042613282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/monstrous.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109880762560589390</id><published>2004-10-26T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T09:20:25.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;okay...what?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day, another post. For some reason, i was filled with depression after writing yesterday's post. I dont know why... but i guess my body and spirit know something that my mind does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess i found out later that day. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yesterday i talked to a friend of mine... its the one i always talk about im sure you faithful readers already know so i wont say no names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday she was talking to me..the red-haired one and she was just..asking what was up. I told her, it was nothing new..she didnt look to interested in in anyway , which is not a big suprise. *Shrugs* she came over yesterday (uninvited which was extremely rude. ) and we watched a movie where we were joking around and everything. It was Sleepy Hollow! the funniest scary movie in my time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we joked about that and i asked her what was up and she couldnt tell me anything which i stated was 'nothing new'. i wasnt being rude, i was just stating the truth; when weve talked lately we dont have much to say. mostly becasue we dont hang out with each other and so the stories we'd probably would tell to each other..we wouldnt really care for them becasue they'd be those 'you hafta be there!' kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then she called me high-strung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*raises an eyebrow* i just let her be after that... i knew what the word meant but i had to think about it...it was kinda lodged in the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high strung: adj : being in a tense state [syn: &lt;a title="'Look" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=edgy"&gt;edgy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="'Look" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=highly%20strung"&gt;highly strung&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="'Look" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=in%20suspense%28p%29"&gt;in suspense(p)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="'Look" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=jittery"&gt;jittery&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="'Look" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=jumpy"&gt;jumpy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="'Look" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=nervy"&gt;nervy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="'Look" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=overstrung"&gt;overstrung&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="'Look" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=restive"&gt;restive&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="'Look" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=uptight"&gt;uptight&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i dont know if she used the word in the right way but if she did...shes right. I am high strung around her; i cant stop that. And its not because im scared or anything... im just keeping my gaurd up. *sighs* Its just all the chances that ive given her..and thigns never really changed. sure, it was nice for a little while but then things went back to the same old thing where id somehow position myself to get hurt..like the perfect target. I dont know if she understands that... i dont even know if she cares about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i act so 'high-strung' around her..probably because of all the things that happned to me in the past with her. i dont have that many..ehm...fond memories. I have a few, but that was way in teh past and the things that have been happening has killed the hope if anything will be back to normal. the way it was. maybe it was meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still has her chance...I wont take that away. However, if she wants it so badly she must act like she wants it. Gonna take guts...a lot of guts but if she wants it shes gotta go for it. I wont do much; ill listen and see how it goes. but if she doesnt come up...oh well. Its not like sleeping beauty, im not waiting for her. I cannot actually say that i dont want her miss up on this chance...i cant say that i do...i just want her to make a decision and go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mike and I started another RP! ^^ yuuup... its an anthro one this time! furry high school! it was pretty funny... making dares and everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my new friend (undonewhispers) and I are supposed to do an RP. he said he needs a dominiant male...i think i can play that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"they hatch from their little eggs on teh beach and then &lt;em&gt;coo-coo-ka-choo&lt;/em&gt;, they find their way back to the big old blue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109880762560589390?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109880762560589390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109880762560589390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109880762560589390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109880762560589390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109872092833579601</id><published>2004-10-25T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T09:15:28.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another post once again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems that today is really slow but not that slow. I have finals soon! Im a bit nervous since government can make or break me. Im trying my hardest to pass..i even studied for 3 hours last night on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive also been studying on Japanese too. Its not as important right now…what am I saying? All my classes are important! This is senior year were talking about! I need to stay foucused!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get good grades! I must study! I must be the greatest pokemon master of all time!!! *stands on her bed, holding up a pok’eball…*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*then stops, blinking* oops...heh…sorry. anime moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bre bre and Grammy came over on Friday and stayed for a while. We had our own mini party! We were dancing to goodies and had food and then passed out on the bed. Well, I passed out on the bed. It was weird, I was sleeping but I could hear everything she said. I even replied to some of the things she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Friday Mike came over too! It was soo much fun ; I was a bit high with my own sleepiness though. We did some stuff, made jokes and listened to music. It was nice; he was one of the few people that actually liked my music… all except the Japanese though. But that was only because he couldn’t understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated in Saturday’s post the 23rd was Tianna’s birthday. She …invited herself over to my house which I thought was rude but its not I could do anything at that time; mom was pressing my hair. Rudeness is my ultimate pet peeve. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stayed for a while since mom and I were watching Sleepy Hollow but that was it. She left before I took a shower.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought but next time, she should contact someone before coming over. I would feel a bit better then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after a lot of…um…copulating, Sparrow is pregnant with Kurama’s kids. The fox demon is being very…protective of the neko, he really cares. They went to a slave market to get a slave to take care of Sparrow while hes pregnant; feed him, pet him, among other things. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I did an RP too…I cant really remember what it was, it will get to me. Heh, we’ve done so many different Storylines I cant keep count. Its not a bad thing but then…it is. He’s very creative though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um… other than that I think that’s it. Although I just have one more thing that’s bothering me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tianna, when did you start calling me ‘babe’?! seriously! Its bugging the crap out of me!! Its like..itching the back of my mind! I want a reason!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHYYYYY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Soon well all be mixing and merging into one until were all like some one big happy family like…like the news! Or Ally Mc Beal! Or the people who work at Saturn!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-White Feather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other news: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for people who read this, if youll be so kind as to tell others about In search of mending id be very much obliged. Im trying to get a bit more publicity so i can get some comments and feed back. I always like to hear from other minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And tell them if they dont have a blogger account so they can leave comments directly on the website they can always write me an e-mail.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:stripedprophecy@hotmail.com"&gt;stripedprophecy@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="mailto:stripedprophecy@yahoo.com"&gt;stripedprophecy@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;why i have two e-mail address you ask... *Shrugs* got it when i signed up for yahoo messenger. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109872092833579601?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109872092833579601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109872092833579601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109872092833579601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109872092833579601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-post-once-again-well-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109857431986366366</id><published>2004-10-23T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T16:31:59.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Another birthday..squee!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today is October 23..as stated above; Tianna's b-day! she is now 17 i believe...yup. Im suprised she made it this far. Youd think that all the stupid things that only she can do would kill her...but i guess not. good job.. *applauds with a smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also is the day where Libra supposedly ends and Scorpio begins..hence why she has both of their personality traits. They kinda clash since scorpios and libras dont get along.. *Blink blink* weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... theres not much to say except happy birthday to the scorpio..oh! and about the last post you left..you dont hafta worry about it. Besides.... your not needed, kura-chan. not trying to be mean. another kura-chan has taken your place since you see lil sparrow as scary. were trying to see if we can have babies. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you...Sparrow is a boy. Lets see how this would work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well ive been using sparrow a lot lately, hes been a pretty neat character. I would love to show you his profile but i dont know how...lemmie see if i can get the link. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/blackcatsparrow"&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/blackcatsparrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;try that out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far Sparrow has made a lot of friends; most of them who is trying to keep him as a pet it seems. not too bad for what is seen as an unlucky creature. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also mike is strating a demon RP..its kinda weird..im usually the demon like last time. but hey, *Shrugs* i simply used Nikuu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for other Rp's not lately. Not that many people have been on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"society has lead me to believe that the vagina is a bottomless pit that can't be pleased"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Nick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahh..the insightful words of Nikolai. lol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note for Leigh:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;about last night...dont beat yourself up about it, please. Its okay, really. I dont mind. besides, it was such short notice...i wouldntve been ready anyway. So dont worry, im not mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109857431986366366?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109857431986366366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109857431986366366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109857431986366366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109857431986366366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109837126238268675</id><published>2004-10-21T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:43:10.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Masquerade? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay peoples, sory ive been gone a long time! been working on ..well..work! lucky me, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some things have come up; the tries of tianna to gain back full friendship, the bringing up my government grade, the opening of Van Helsing on DVD!! *twitch* i want that sooo badly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something else has come up, tianna's birthday is on this saturday! ive been drbatinog in wheter to come or not, and i want to. But i dont know whats in store for me this weekend. Mom signed me up for volunteer work (without me knowing) and i believe i have a counseling appointment... if its not true then im going; i would need a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Tianna claims she wants a masquerade party. I dont really have a costume. ^^; i have one alrelady planned but i would need two things: a pumpkin mask and a shirt that has ties all the way down. Then i could wear my striped gloves, moms leather jacket, kitty shoes and some of alexi's make up...BAM! a costume like Sora from Kingdom hearts when he went to visit Halloween Town. I think it would look nice. ^___^ but i do need to get these thigns. maybe i can talk to mom into going to Evangeline's and the dollar tree. Im sure i can find a pumpkin mask there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Shannon is having a Masquerade party too! that i can definately go to. unless..mom puts me up for something. -.- but theres noting planned that far... so i think im free there. If I go to that one i'd wear the same costume...for that kinda thing can survive the ages! its my clotehs..and its simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so not to forget im going to put down the important stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shannons Halloween Masquerade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;@Shannon's house ( 10120 sorenstam drive ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;on 10/30/04 @ 8 p.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Everyone is Welcome! Bring a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Must wear costume and mask! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The Neko and Kurama went at it again, trying to get the neko boy pregnant. *giggles* they were a bit too loud, police came to their house. The neighbors were complaing that it sounded like wild animals tearing up a house. Things got taken care of though. and now, the next part--- buying a pregnancy test!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sparrow also went to hang out with Eein. He got fed but no real playing..and the kitten was bursting with energy... ;-; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I refused to take my medicine which resulted in a bit of a fight with Steven... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;annndd...Tianna and I had a bit of an RP...she scared me with a marshmellow man and i kinda ran to sanfransisco where i went with a bunch of girls to a Harry Potter convention. Afterwards we simply...talked. It was nice but she didnt have that much to say; i was the one doing much of the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quote of the Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Make love to me, Kura-chan, make love to me!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;- Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109837126238268675?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109837126238268675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109837126238268675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109837126238268675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109837126238268675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/masquerade-okay-peoples-sory-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109804334652793931</id><published>2004-10-17T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T08:36:49.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Broken Hikari...New Roleplay characters &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well The mending of Hikari was coming back strong. As stated before im planning to write a chapter a week. I think this is the 15th chapter written..things are going well. You should probably check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http:brokenhikari.blogspot.com &lt;~~ check it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for other thigns of imagination RP's are going great thanx to Yahoo. I got a few new RP characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres Sparrow, my black Neko and Vincent, the black dragon. Maybe when i have time Ill tell you more about it; im kinda in Comp Tech and im actually supposed to be helping with a project for e-commerce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of thigns have happened...maybe ill make a psot all about it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I promised....Im not going anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Hige&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109804334652793931?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109804334652793931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109804334652793931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109804334652793931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109804334652793931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/broken-hikari.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109759692569715669</id><published>2004-10-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T09:02:05.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Got it all figured out.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after a bit of thought and a looot of research, i got the Byakko seven figured out. As explained earlier Tokaki, Tatara, and Subaru are taken care of...now about the other four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have them ready ( mike, tasha, zach and elio shall take the parts ) but i wont speak of who they are...wont spoil the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i wrote the story i used some of my characters from my old sketchbooks; including Kenji, Hiko, Ryuen and konekyo.  Although theyre very hot and sexy. (except konekyo, hes so young) im gonna hafta fire them. They wont be my Byakko seven no more. however, ill put them somewhere in the stroy and if one of my friends dont wanna be in the story then ill just squeeze them in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically after doign reasearch adn all that it seems im gonna hafta write my story alll over. Im gonna keep some scenes (which i wont tell you about AGAIN ) but im still gonna hafta rewrite it. I dont think im gonna write in a book like i did before but instead just make another blog for it. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for pictures im gonna hafta beg my friends who have scanners if they would scan pics for me. i wanna put some pictures in when i write my tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; RP issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made a new character a while back ; Vincent the dragon... draoness rather... yes. shes a girl with a boys name; ill tell you the story later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway since im able to go into RP chatrooms ive been having a lot of fun. Vincent has been learning a lot about 'technology' and 'computers' and stuff liek that while on the search for her family. She made a friend too! Robyn Fayze... a 10-year-old with special abilities. she looked liek a lost orphan and i guess maternal instincts took over teh 15'6" reptile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other news &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still sick...so im planning to miss school tommorow.  Sorry, peeps. ^__^ if you read this, a visit would be nice. and bring some some chicken-cheese ramen please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had two friends that were exactly the same, that would be redundant. So I don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Martin Braithwaite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109759692569715669?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109759692569715669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109759692569715669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109759692569715669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109759692569715669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/got-it-all-figured-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109754552825001258</id><published>2004-10-11T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:03:01.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sick as a dog but found great information..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was a national holiday and we STILL had school which i thought was complete bullshit. However, i did find some information while i was in comp tech. For a sick person, i was lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was cleaning my room on Saturday i found my old book that Tianna and I wrote stories in. It was supposed to be my version of the &lt;strong&gt;Universe of the Four Gods &lt;/strong&gt;, the story for Byakko no Miko (priestess of byakko if anyone dont know their japanese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when I ..er..we started out...(Tianna started her story in my book but then transfered to her own) i had my own seven all planned out in how they would come, also what they were. However after doing a bit of reasearch i found a few of the seishi and how some things are supposed to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, theres 3 byakko seishi already mentioned; tokakai, tatara, and subaru, whos a girl. Tatara is supposed to be the one the priestess falls in love with in the story. Also the priestess original name was Suzuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the story the three mentioned seishi are pretty close. Tokaki can teleport and use advaced ninja skills, subaru can use psychic abilities and Tatara..Tatara can make plants grow. it sounds more of a Genbu kinda thing but he has it and its sexy so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its mine! &gt;.&lt; color="#999999"&gt;Signs of the Byakko Seishi: Tokaki, Tatara, Kokie, Subaru, Amefuri, Toroki, Kurasaki. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;o.o; something strange has happened to Tianna. Kinda...scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rp with alex-sama. prettty fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh and charlie and i had quite a discussion last night. i dun know if he was playing around or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Tianna Sickler...I dominate you. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Dominique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109754552825001258?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109754552825001258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109754552825001258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109754552825001258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109754552825001258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/sick-as-dog-but-found-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109738709870345579</id><published>2004-10-09T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:44:58.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am so frickin' Pissed!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..tell me why my friend IMed me today and told me he got fuckin' punched in the face?! Appearantly while he and his g/f were going home from the mall he got socked by this one guy. idont know the whole story but he said this bastard was getting all pissed at him and her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so he got socked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno all the details and i probably wont for a while but from what it seems, hes protecting his girlfriend. i dunno..but i just have a bit of a hunch that she started this and got him hurt. i dont know. im gonna see if hell answer mah questions tommorow and if not ill asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, i am PISSED!! not like..'drop yourice cream cone' pissed but.. 'when white men lost their slaves and had to do their own damn work' PISSED! thats how pissed i am! i cant think of nothing else but THAT!! &gt;.&lt; oh my fucking god!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still pissed.. &gt;&gt; but i did RP earlier today, before i heard this news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got yahoo messenger now which is fun. (for people who want my sn its stripedprophecy) i get to RP in chats (yay!) and meet friends. so far ive made quite a few friends and have a couple of new characters including my dragon character, Vincent. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steven is supposed to finished that Spider-Man Rp with me but he hasnt started yet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and i got to RP with RoninDhampire for a bit yesterday! it was nice.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The less you speak, the more you will hear. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Alexander Solshenitsen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109738709870345579?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109738709870345579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109738709870345579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109738709870345579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109738709870345579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-so-frickin-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109725025491824881</id><published>2004-10-08T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T08:44:14.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Im ready for my close up, Mr. Flynn... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is the day; im taking my pictures for the yearbook. Im a bit nervous yet excited at teh same time. Its been a long time since i got my pictures done professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But theres once eensy-weensy problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HAIR'S ALL CURLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like "flipped- up- normal" curly but "1920's-shirly-temple-Roxy-Hart" curly. &gt;.&lt; and everytime i look at myself in the mirror i wanna sing "Roxy" from Chicago. ::Sighs:: Its not so bad though..at least i can make a curl go behind my ears so it looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends think it looks good. Mom thinks it looks good. My teachers like it . I guess I shouldnt complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...yesterday i was talking to my Lamar about the whole Tianna thing. He wants me to go to her and tell her how i feel. i feel ive done that already...more than once. things arent really changing. I know shes busy and all; i am too. but still ...youd think shed be able to juggle schoolwork, her boyfriend, and being a friend at the same time. I do....kinda. *smirks* i switch the boyfriend thing with taking care of my mum. She try to make up a date were we can just hang out, and i appreciate taht kinda..but i think shes just waiting until that time to hang out with me. why should she put me on a schedule? I know we dont see each other during school except maybe in the mornings and passing to 4th but she could take that time to come up and say hi maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No licky. -.- I know that a few minutes a day isnt a lot but hey, I only get to see mike in the mornings and passing to 3rd (lunch for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying not to do or say anything to her when i see her walking through the halls; if she wants to be my friend she should be making the moves. but shes not, like she doesnt care...so i guess I shouldnt care either. She's the one that asked for the chance and it doesnt even seem she wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mike was very...er...passionate. o.o; it was like a serenade..but without the armor or the long dresses or the really weird Shakespeare talk.... There was a balcony though! and a dragon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talked to lamar..but i think that was it. all the stuff thats up there are the things i talked to him about. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got online this morning and talked to Steven for a bit. I was trying to persuade him to go to bed but he said he did. boy, what i wouldnt do to just stay home and sleep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm allergic to eggshells."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Martin Braithwaite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109725025491824881?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109725025491824881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109725025491824881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109725025491824881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109725025491824881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-ready-for-my-close-up-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109716412880234694</id><published>2004-10-07T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T08:49:20.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To the little rat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, October the 6th,  was my dear friends, Nicks birthday! i dont have that much money... and if i did i wouldve given you a present. But sadly this little post dedicated to you is the best i can do! I hope your birthday was just as you wanted it to be... And if it wasnt... then ill kill anyone who made it bad! &gt;.&lt; They shall die by my hand!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.. and so anyways, happy birhday! otanjoobi omedetoo! Your finally a man...legally....i think. *scratches her head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109716412880234694?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109716412880234694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109716412880234694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109716412880234694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109716412880234694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-little-rat.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109716233285297592</id><published>2004-10-07T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T08:40:19.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Conference.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isnt much to write today.Um..same old thing. there was a food faire, there was Mike being stupid as usual and there was a looooot of his laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention a lot of his snot...he's still a bit sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are still going the same old trail...so i guess the big thing of the day is the RP issues..it does connect to my life though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i supposed i should be writing like this.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahem...I had a conference with all my personas yesterday. Mike was there to listen in and speak his mind as well. Here are the highlights; teh topics and how we discussed them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Halloween is coming up and the personas were deciding on what I should wear. Many came up with great suggestions but we narrowed it down to two. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dress up as an Elf from Rivendale (lord of the rings type feel) or dress up like Sora in Halloween town (Trick-or-treat Kingdom Hearts type feel). Depending on how our money is we will decide the costume. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Ive been signing up for jobs left and right but the one i desire is Target. Were waiting to hear from them. Word from Zach is they call within 3 weeks...were waiting eagerly for teh call. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*My dreams have been getting stranger and stranger (for those who read my Xanga..sorry i havent updated. schoolwork and what not) . We decided to keep checking on them and see if we can make a connection, just to predict what might happen in the reality. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Big issue with the Tianna. She wishes for another chance for friendship and all the personas were...hesitant to give it to her, as well as I. actually none of them agreed with giving her the chance except two; Mage and Sad'i. With the help of Mike we've come to the conclusion to let her work for teh chance; if she wants it so badly, shes gotta work for it. its not coming easy this time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The final topic was me being 18 in a couple of months. we were deciding what to do on this big event. Were still deciding.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, i think thats pretty much it. I wanted to talk more of it but i had to stop. since I had to get ready for pictures. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other RP issues: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since i wasnt feeling too well yesterday (had a tummy ache ) i kinda..er..died yesterday with Charlie. He got a Necromancer though and ressurected me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109716233285297592?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109716233285297592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109716233285297592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109716233285297592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109716233285297592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/conference.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400099.post-109664639371994862</id><published>2004-10-01T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T08:59:53.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1st of October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ohh...so exciting! usually around this time the leaves change color, the people get their decorations done and mom buys candy! lots and lots of candy! im not very fond of the super sweet stuff but i do love halloween. get to let my creativity come out with my costume.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but what to wear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;well i was thinking of becoming a with this year..but then i wanted to be Sheik, then i wanted to be a bounty hunter..then i wanted to be female version of Louis from Interveiw with the Vampire. And then i wanted to be a zombie like trick-or-treater...kinda like what Sora wore when he went to Halloween town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So many things i can be, so little time! too bad Halloween only come once a year. Its really fun, ne? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I dont have much to say today...other than that i went to Japan Club meeting. They were selling teh old fashoined Japan Club shirts but they were all in Small. Not everyone wears a small ya know.. ::glares:: and they say that they wont make any new shirts until everyone buys the old ones.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but theyre small! c'mon! i cant do anythign in small! i cant do small food portions, i cant do small clothes, i cant do small talk, i dont even deal with small dicks! are they crazy?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ahem..anyway.. im thinking of making a design for teh next shirt. nothign super flashy..maybe just like the good luck cats you see in restaurants wearing a taiko headband. that be pretty cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RP issues-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;didnt do much since i was watching the presidential debate. not bad, I suppose. I did talk to mike for a moment in japanese. It was quite refreshing.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh..and he shot me with a tranquilizer dart. -.- not cool. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Steven (lordraco-mun) was working on a yahoo group thing. im thinking of joining; its more of a comic book/ marvel thing. weve decided that id be black cat. ^^ shes a pretty cool character! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A leader is supposed to be cool and detached and your not any of those right now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Tsume &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400099-109664639371994862?l=demonfridgie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/feeds/109664639371994862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400099&amp;postID=109664639371994862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109664639371994862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400099/posts/default/109664639371994862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonfridgie.blogspot.com/2004/10/1st-of-october-ohh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
