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  <title>Zanzabar, raised by the wolves</title>
  <subtitle>Oxford education as phrased by the wolves</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Jess to the Schwartz</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:81504</id>
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    <issued>2009-11-19T13:44:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-11-19T13:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-19T18:45:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-19T18:45:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I learned how to use a chainsaw. I'm a real man now." -- Joe Newman on the phone last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for this kid and Levi to come home.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:81299</id>
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    <issued>2009-11-17T13:22:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-11-17T13:22:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-17T18:24:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T18:24:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thanks to one class filling up like, immediately, I had to change shit around for next semester and my totally awesome schedule became &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/retardedschedge.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes, that IS an upper level art course before the pre-req for all art courses (although I should mention that Sculpture is also a 300-level course, they just bent some rules for that. And this one too.) And yeah, I guess I only have one class on tuesdays and thursdays? Uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:80909</id>
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    <issued>2009-11-12T02:05:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-11-12T02:05:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-12T07:05:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-12T18:51:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ohhh this paper is not going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt;: THIS CONFESSION HAS MEANT NOTHING (woah Watts is the nicest old bat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit 2&lt;/b&gt;: in my mind it was easier to add more to the paper</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:80670</id>
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    <issued>2009-11-08T18:18:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-11-08T18:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-08T23:20:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-08T23:20:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey Bronaton (see what I did there) any idea when you're gonna be visiting?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:80559</id>
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    <issued>2009-11-06T22:13:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-11-06T22:13:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-07T03:15:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-07T03:15:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/jschwartzfan.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to do this any time something about it comes up in my newsfeed.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:80301</id>
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    <issued>2009-11-05T18:58:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-11-05T18:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-06T00:01:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-06T00:01:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/newwatch.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. It doesn't seem to light up, though, which is a bit of a downer.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:79928</id>
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    <issued>2009-11-03T03:11:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-11-03T03:11:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-03T08:13:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-03T08:17:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/brianwuggie.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going to need to be stopped from buying the copy of Raditude that comes with a goddamn Snuggie. Look how pleased Brian looks with it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:79835</id>
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    <issued>2009-10-31T22:07:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-10-31T22:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-01T02:08:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T02:08:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/devitopumpkin.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Devito Pumpkin wishes you a happy halloween</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:79525</id>
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    <issued>2009-10-30T20:24:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-10-30T20:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-31T00:25:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-31T00:25:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/beestingtouch.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unenthused about pinky finger bee stings.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:79236</id>
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    <issued>2009-10-27T13:15:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-10-27T13:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-27T17:17:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-27T17:17:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/itsaniiingres.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh it's &lt;i&gt;beeeautifuuuul&lt;/i&gt; it's an &lt;i&gt;Ingres&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes today's Jokes Only My Brother Will Get (And Even That's a Stretch)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:78950</id>
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    <issued>2009-10-25T16:10:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-10-25T16:10:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-25T20:16:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-26T02:17:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This morning I had this dream that I was at this party in a house on Crescent St (the street dad lived on when I was like 6/7) but it looked more like it was in Glenside, PA neighborhood-wise. Anyway, the party was hosted by the Waitress from IASIP and Charlie was there too. And like, I was behind the buffet table serving people food and this kid from middle school was there and I gave him a rubber band to eat his cake with because in the dream it was some big inside joke (I don't know what the fuck). At one point a lady put out a plate for me to put wine on and the Waitress came over and went "oh no, I forgot to put the wine tacos out!" and brought out this taco-shaped silicone ladle for pouring wine into glasses. Then I woke up and realized I only had fifteen minutes to get ready for work/eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINE TACOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt;: "OK, so Arnett really wanted to come, except he's out of town that week. Apparently they sell a "Gob." (Note: They do. Two bananas double-dipped in chocolate and covered in peanuts). And he really wanted to go and get it. And then I said, "You know what we should do — we should rent you a Segway and you should roll up to the banana stand and say, 'I'll take a plain, please. Do you have one that's just plain?' and don't say, 'Give me a Gob.'" " - Mitch Hurwitz on the Bananarchy banana stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, road trip to Austin, guys?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:78684</id>
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    <issued>2009-10-22T19:40:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-10-22T19:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-22T23:41:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-22T23:41:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.babelgum.com/4005373/weezer-youre-wondering-i-want-you-i-want-you-to.html"&gt;http://www.babelgum.com/4005373/wee&lt;wbr /&gt;zer-youre-wondering-i-want-you-i-want-yo&lt;wbr /&gt;u-to.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the official video for (If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN'S HAIR. Also like...what, 7 or 8 Brians? I was too lazy to count so I'm estimating.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:78523</id>
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    <issued>2009-10-20T21:28:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-10-20T21:28:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-21T01:30:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-21T01:30:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/robotblues/sets/72157622504672145/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/robotb&lt;wbr /&gt;lues/sets/72157622504672145/&lt;/a&gt; I took some pictures yesterday (I took 100, uploaded 5) and as usual I'm too lazy to post them. So there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have five icons now but DJ was nice enough to make it a good five.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:78148</id>
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    <issued>2009-10-17T22:23:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-10-17T22:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-18T02:35:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-18T02:35:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY GIVE FAVORS AT BAT MITZVAHS NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/hwoahawesome.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little Tommy remembered me from when he was two :}&lt;br /&gt;my aunt and uncle live in my grandparents' old house now and it's kind of weird&lt;br /&gt;also &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evans&lt;/b&gt;: hey...does your dad let you drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: ...I'm 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evans&lt;/b&gt;: what? DAMNIT, JESS. ...well, are ya drinkin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: naaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evans&lt;/b&gt;: ...DAMNIT, JESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Evans got progressively drunker throughout the night and we discussed IASIP while he and his wife tried to convince me to drink with them. All in all, a swell night. When I was leaving he slapped me five and went "Iiii'm not driving!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah when did Ice-T cut his hair?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:77947</id>
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    <issued>2009-10-14T20:30:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-10-14T20:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-15T00:32:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-15T00:32:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/uhwhathotdog.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wut</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:77589</id>
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    <issued>2009-10-02T17:02:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-10-02T17:02:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-02T21:12:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-02T21:13:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night as I was going to sleep I decided to see if I could connect celebrities through movies/tv without looking anything up. I got three done before I realized how pathetic I was and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Al Bundy (I actually don't know his name but apparently it's Ed O'Neill) and Rose McGowan&lt;br /&gt;Al Bundy was in Wayne's World with Mike Myers&lt;br /&gt;Mike Myers was in Inglourious Basterds with Omar Doom&lt;br /&gt;Omar Doom was in Grindhouse with Rose McGowan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Charlize Theron and Keanu Reeves&lt;br /&gt;Charlize was in Hancock with Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;Will Smith was in Men in Black with Rip Torn&lt;br /&gt;Rip Torn was on The Larry Sanders Show with Janeane Garofalo&lt;br /&gt;Janeane Garofalo was in Dogma with George Carlin&lt;br /&gt;George Carlin was in Bill And Ted with Keanu Reeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Christina Ricci and Mark Wahlberg&lt;br /&gt;Christina Ricci was in Addam's Family Values with David Krumholtz&lt;br /&gt;David Krumholtz was in The Santa Clause with Tim Allen&lt;br /&gt;Tim Allen was on Home Improvement with Jonathan Taylor Thomas&lt;br /&gt;JTT was in Wild America with Devon Sawa&lt;br /&gt;Devon Sawa was in Slackers with Jason Schwartzman&lt;br /&gt;Jason Schwartzman was in I Heart Huckabees with Mark Wahlberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I can barely add.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:77514</id>
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    <issued>2009-10-02T00:54:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-10-02T00:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-02T04:56:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-02T04:56:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not a big deal, but a few days after that I noticed another spider in there, hanging out around the scale. I almost killed it as well, but figured it wasn’t scurrying around or trying to front in any way and decided to let it be. Anytime I went in there he would peek out from under the scale and we’d exchange pleasantries, you know how it is. After a few days I decided I needed to name him (since I already decided he was a dude) and Rick Ross was the first and only thing that came to mind. I’m not sure why, it just seemed to fit. Probably because he’s The Boss. The Bathroom Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went on and Rick Ross started to explore his surroundings and eventually moved to the corner a few feet behind the scale. He seemed pretty elated about the move and started spending more time out in the open. I started thinking about the situation more and came to the conclusion that if what Charlotte’s Web taught me is true, I need to get rid of this spider as soon as possible before it died and leaves me to raise its 511 spider-babies. I can barely take care of myself, I don’t know how I can be expected to feed so many horrifying pincered mouths. A few days passed and I continued to consider getting the can of Raid every time I entered the bathroom until suddenly Rick Ross wasn’t there. I remembered one of the cats had been poking around Rick Ross’s territory the day before and assumed he had been eaten. I was beside myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this was two days ago. Today I walked into the bathroom and lo and behold, Rick Ross was chilling in the corner as per usual. And my immediate thought was that I really needed to kill that fucking spider.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:77078</id>
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    <issued>2009-09-22T01:22:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-09-22T01:22:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-22T05:23:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-22T05:24:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/appplecaaake.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished that shit tonight. Deliiicious.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:76924</id>
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    <issued>2009-09-11T23:07:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-09-11T23:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-12T03:17:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-12T03:17:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tonight Levi, Elena and I went to the asian buffet, then we went to the playground (which totally sucks now that they made it all ~safe~), then we went into the elementary school to pee and like...just started wandering around. And like, I jokingly went "oh hey guys, we should go down to the basement like old times!" But then we went over and saw that the door was totally open so we just went down there and started playing with all the tricycles and hula hoops and shit. Then we thought we heard a noise and freaked the shit out and ran. Then for some reason I was like "hey guys, let's get flashlights and go to the playground fifteen minutes away!" So we went to Rite Aid to buy flashlights. ...and for some reason a can of Jolt and some of those Tacos at Midnight flavor Doritos. So we drove to the Potsdam playground and just sat on a weird tire thing, eating Doritos and drinking Jolt. Then Levi and I played on the playground for like and hour and a half while Elena just wandered around because she was cold, the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave my mom permission to get rid of all but one of the maneki nekos I used to collect. A sad day.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:76402</id>
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    <issued>2009-09-09T17:39:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-09-09T17:39:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-09T21:41:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-09T21:41:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEGA DREAMCAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO JON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/birthamania.png"&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:76046</id>
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    <issued>2009-09-09T00:57:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-09-09T00:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-09T05:00:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-09T06:23:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Best (worst) Timing Ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Levi&lt;/b&gt;: you know what my favorite Sam Gardner* quote is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: oh boy. what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Levi&lt;/b&gt;: "Honestly, 30 days in county wouldn't be that bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cop&lt;/b&gt;: *pulls us over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;small&gt;in case you've forgotten, Sam is our absolutely ridiculous "friend" who would always make fun of judaism and do a shit ton of drugz&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT I CAN ACCESS WITHOUT A PROXY NOW :D :D :D</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:75971</id>
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    <issued>2009-09-03T00:29:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-09-03T00:29:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-03T04:32:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-03T04:32:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gee requested that I do that song-title survery thing with Bright Eyes and I informed her I don't do facebook notes, but told her I would post it here for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your artist: Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are you a male or female?&lt;br /&gt; When The Curious Girl Realizes She is Under Glass (&lt;i&gt;fuck you Conor Oberst get more gender specific titles&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Describe yourself:&lt;br /&gt; Easy/Lucky/Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How do you feel:&lt;br /&gt; Motion Sickness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Describe where you currently live:&lt;br /&gt; At the Bottom of Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you could go anywhere, where would you go:&lt;br /&gt; June of the West Coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your favorite form of transportation:&lt;br /&gt; Train Underwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your best friend is:&lt;br /&gt; Oh, You Are the Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet and Hold the Earth in Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your favorite color is:&lt;br /&gt; True Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What's the weather like:&lt;br /&gt; Spent on Rainy Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favorite time of day:&lt;br /&gt; Driving Fast Through a Big City at Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:&lt;br /&gt; Endless Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is life to you:&lt;br /&gt; Everything Must Belong Somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your relationship:&lt;br /&gt; Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love and to Be Loved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your Fear:&lt;br /&gt; Lava Monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is the best advice you have to give:&lt;br /&gt;Go Find Yourself a Dry Place&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you could change your name, you would change it to:&lt;br /&gt;Neely O’Hara &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thought for the day:&lt;br /&gt; A Line Allows Progress, A Circle Does Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How you would like to die:&lt;br /&gt; Hot Knives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your soul's present condition:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;look I don’t even know what the fuck this means&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your motto:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Gets Crossed Out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, in the month of August all of my immediate family members became John Mulaney fans. YOU'RE WELCOME, JOHN MULANEY.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:75708</id>
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    <issued>2009-08-28T18:20:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-08-28T18:20:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-28T22:28:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-28T22:29:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with misplacing my camera cord, but I found it today so here are the three pictures I took at the War Museum and two from today. Why did I only take three pictures at the War Museum (and none of Sangy)? Uhhh BECAUSE I'M RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/hitlerscar.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HITLER'S CAR. I wanted to beep the horn in that shit so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/unpaintingwm.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bro's got an venereal disease he's just itchin' to spread to all the third world gals.&lt;br /&gt;(part of a painting in the UN section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/wtfisthiss.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know what would have been nice? ANY EXPLANATION OF THIS AT ALL, WAR MUSEUM. You can't just throw something like this in the middle of a huge room with tanks and just expect us to be all "oh yeah! this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/sunrise828.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise this morning. There are giant spiders outside my window/in the awning and I'm too terrified to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b212/robotblues/english%20project/shirttally.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned on the twitter, I decided to take a tally of all my shirts today. Yeah, 57. To break that down a bit, there are seven from BustedTees, four Weezer shirts, fourteen Venture Bros. shirts and the rest are either from thrift stores or random shops. Mostly thrift stores. Oh, and one shirt with my own Ultimate Punch! design.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:bunnyranch:75332</id>
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    <issued>2009-08-24T00:33:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-08-24T00:33:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-24T04:36:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-24T05:25:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OH MY GOD, INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD, ELI ROTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NEVER LEFT A MOVIE THEATRE SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY AND I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO SEND TARANTINO A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS AND A THANK YOU NOTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;BEST MOVIE OF THIS YEAR? HELLS YES. BEST MOVIE OF THE DECADE? I AM VERY GOOD AT MAKING OUTLANDISH STATEMENTS I REGRET LATER, SO &lt;b&gt;FUCK YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt;: oh, and like half way through the movie I went "HOLY SHIT THAT ONE DUDE IS MARK FROM SLC PUNK!" so that was also pretty rad.</content>
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    <issued>2009-08-22T14:07:00</issued>
    <title>bunnyranch @ 2009-08-22T14:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-22T18:10:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-22T18:10:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">alright, area behind jaw/below ear, I don't know why the fuck you've been hurting so much but KNOCK THIS SHIT OFF RIGHT NOW. I don't have another doctor's appointment for a month and I'm way too lazy to make a new one sooner, ALRIGHT?</content>
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