<?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-21614194</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:15:07.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambles from the Quiet Warrior</title><subtitle type='html'>Rambles from an ordinary man trying to find his purpose and place in this life. EVERYONE SHOULD ALSO GO TO www.jewelkilcherforum.com BECAUSE IT ROCKS!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114533798983556302</id><published>2006-04-18T00:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:26:29.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. Let me tell you what's been going on in my life. Well I quit my job almost two weeks ago. I'm sort of scared but very relieved and very happy. I will find something else I'm sure. Well I went home Friday with my friend Larissa. I decided to spend the night with them as mom didn't know I quit and I didn't want to tellt he news yet. Well I went home Saturday and got a wtf you doing home? I then told my mom what happened. She was upset at first but knew what I was goign through so she's happy I did the right thing sort of. Well I then went to a band at the local pub. They played some really good songs and it was mellow and my friend and I wanted a joint so bad haha. We didn't though. I have to download some of the songs they played because they were oldies but goodies. Then I spent Sunday with my family and had a great time. I haven't been this happy in quite a while. There is a god. I'm supposed to be getting a call for a date which I hope I do. He seems pretty nice and I'm getting kinda lonely and would liek to get into a relationship. I've been single all my life. But anyways that's all for now goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-114533798983556302?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114533798983556302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114533798983556302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114533798983556302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114533798983556302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello_18.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114420619975135620</id><published>2006-04-04T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:03:19.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone belive in love anymore?</title><content type='html'>Greetings,&lt;br /&gt;The next group gathering will be set up for April 10, 2006, 10a to 2p. For  those who have not been here before, here is what you can expect. I have the  living room, two bedrooms, kitchen, dining room and bathroom for your use.  There will also be two televisions with videos running if you enjoy them. I ask all the guys to remove their clothes when they arrive. I will provide condoms, lubricants, and sodas to replenish your thirst. There is no charge for this gathering of course, however I will have a tip jar if you  would like to help defer the costs of these supplies. If you can attend, please return this email with the following information: Age: Height: Weight: Hair Color: Top/Bottom/Neither: Cock Size: I will send out an email to all of you who have responded with all this  information as to who will be attending. Let¡¦s try to beat the record of 19  guys in attendance. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me sad. Gives people a good look at homosexuals. I'm wondering if it's worth sticking up for anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-114420619975135620?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114420619975135620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114420619975135620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114420619975135620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114420619975135620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/04/does-anyone-belive-in-love-anymore.html' title='Does anyone belive in love anymore?'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114404106057463763</id><published>2006-04-03T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:11:00.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I write again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hello there. Well I haven't updated in quite sometime. I've felt somewhat guilty. I've lied to quite a few people about my job. I said it was going well and stuff. Well it is now but I almost got fired because I've missed 18 days since February 2nd some not my fault most were. Anyways it's good now I'm hanging in there until I find something else. Well on a happier note. Today well Sunday the 2nd my sister and my mom visited me with my little nephew. We were going to visit my sister who is in a group home in Mitchell but my sister hasn't been behaving well so we were unable to visit her. So we just hung out here instead. We went to the mall and hung out and I took them to Chili's it was a nice day and I was glad to see my family. My sister took notice of my Gman calendar. It has animated hunks with visible bulges even a few full nudes. She didn't get it. How was a brunette stud with a big slab of uncut cock scrubbing his armpit in the shower supposed to turn you on? I wasn't sure how to explain that to her so I just said it's just a cartoon. It made me laugh. Well that's all I have to write about tonight. I'll be updating more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-114404106057463763?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114404106057463763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114404106057463763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114404106057463763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114404106057463763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-write-again.html' title='I write again..'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114273834365102944</id><published>2006-03-18T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:19:35.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I must spread the word...</title><content type='html'>Ok because I'm a die hard fan I have to do this. It is my duty. Here is the link to Jewel's new video titled "Again and Again". Scroll down a bit on this page and you can click on the link and play it. Enjoy. &lt;a href="http://www.fanscape.com/artists.aspx?genre...&amp;bandcode=JEWEL" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.fanscape.com/artists.aspx?genre...&amp;amp;bandcode=JEWEL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear she is the only thing that can turn me straight. hehe You know she touched my shoulder once. Well so did Tom Daschle but he didn't give me a hard on lol j/k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-114273834365102944?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114273834365102944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114273834365102944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114273834365102944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114273834365102944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-must-spread-word.html' title='I must spread the word...'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114273738275199502</id><published>2006-03-18T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:05:21.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You learn something new everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b9d3ee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.You tend to avoid confrontation and stay away from sticky situations.You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.You have one big dream in your life, and you never lose sight of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do You Live Your Life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-114273738275199502?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114273738275199502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114273738275199502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114273738275199502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114273738275199502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-learn-something-new-everyday_18.html' title='You learn something new everyday'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114257672475719899</id><published>2006-03-17T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:25:24.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/2188/1600/5Generation012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/2188/320/5Generation012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are the family. We have 5 generations in it. The great great grandfather. The great grandmother. The grandfather. The mother and her son.   This is my nephew Masen John Person who was born on Febrauary 7, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-114257672475719899?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114257672475719899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114257672475719899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114257672475719899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114257672475719899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-nephew.html' title='My nephew'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114215818106874151</id><published>2006-03-12T04:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T04:12:39.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some tylenol pm's</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So here I am. It's 4am. I can't sleep. I am trying to not depend on tylenol pm's for sleep. Well needless to say now I can't. I was just sitting in bed thinking a mile a minute. It all struck me. I am a failure. I'm 21 yrs old. I'm overwieght. I was on a diet which I lost 30 pounds(richard simmons does work)  but then for some reason I stopped. I don't have a college degree. I'm working a job I call into a lot. I've never dated anyone my whole life. I've never had my first real kiss. Yes I've had sexual encounters and yes I've kissed people but it was just wasn't a real kiss you know. Well the other night I was watching some toy countdown on Vh1. Damn that channel to hell I just love it. Well it wasn't until tonight that it made me feel like a real failure. There was a toy. A toy that I played with when I was a kid that makes me feel like such a failure today. Yes you guessed it. The Spirograph. I could never draw cool designs. All I got was some fricking spiral that kept going and going and going. Just one big spiral. I could never get the designs that were shown on the box. Will I ever succeed at anything? Well then I flipped through the channels. I was back home visiting my parents and they have cable so woooohooooo. I flipped to TLC it had a show on it called Little people big world or vice versa. Now I don't feel like such a failure. I'm not as selfish. I know that someday I'll succeed. I don't care how far I have to go. I will get a spirograph and I will accomplish all! I will win you, spirograph. Beware world, you are mine!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-114215818106874151?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114215818106874151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114215818106874151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114215818106874151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114215818106874151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-need-some-tylenol-pms.html' title='I need some tylenol pm&apos;s'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114209766980927111</id><published>2006-03-11T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T11:21:24.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Olive Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/olive-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are the most real of all the green shades. You're always true to yourself.For you, authenticity and honesty are very important... both in others and yourself.You are grounded and secure. It takes a lot to shake you.People see you as dependable, probably the most dependable person they know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Green Are You?&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/21614194-114209766980927111?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114209766980927111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114209766980927111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114209766980927111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114209766980927111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/03/green_11.html' title='Green'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114204933682113650</id><published>2006-03-10T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:55:36.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow I haven't written in a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well hello friends, haven't written in quite a long time. I have a feeling this blog is going to be a little long. Oxymoron. Well let's see. I've been doing somewhat better. I finally was able to see my friends last Sunday. I went out with Larissa and her baby boy to the local Denny's. We then decided to drop the little fella off with his dad as Larissa and I thought it would be nice if we went and spent time with Mollie and have a couple drinks. We went to a nice little bar only a few blocks away from Mollie's place. It was fun we had some munchies and Larissa and I had a drink. Mollie decided to stick with diet coke. She had some fun the night before. Well we just talked and it was nice. I then went back home for a day and it was very nice. Having a nice talk really boosted my emotions. I'm actually in quite a fair mood. I did recieve a verbal at work and what do I do I call in today. Saying I had an accident. I'm not the smartest one in the bunch but It'll all be ok and I've decided to not do it again for quite sometime. I'm going to hang in there until April 22nd when I take about a four day vacation. I'm going to take about 2 days off. I will take a saturday off and then I have Sundays off so that's good and I'll take a Monday off and then I have tuesdays off as well. So it'll be a nice 4 days that my friends will be back home and I can get back home. On the weekend when my parents are off work as well. Also it's the end of April so the weather should be fairly nice. I don't know why I called in today. I didn't really do anything. I did open the windows and get some fresh air. I really hope it does not snow this Sunday. I am ok with rain but no snow. I'm sick of this cold winter weather. I think the reason I was so depressed was because of seasonal affective disorder. So this nice weather has changed me. So please stay this way. Well I'm off. I'm going to watch some tv. I just have to go to work tomorrow then I'm off Sunday. So it's all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-114204933682113650?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114204933682113650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114204933682113650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114204933682113650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114204933682113650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow-i-havent-written-in-while.html' title='Wow I haven&apos;t written in a while...'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114100427577194131</id><published>2006-02-26T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:37:55.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>I just got done watching a great movie called Elizabethtown. Now my emotions are all mixed up. I'm convinced I need to just get in the car and go as far as I can go. I feel like I'm having a mid life crisis. What am I doing with my life? I know life cna change in a split second. Never had I imagined life would be like this. I never saw myself living in Sioux Falls doing what I'm doing. I want something more. I want something better. The only thing that tsops me is money. It's just crazy. Money money money. I don't want to go into work tomorrow. No one really wants to work do they? I'm going so that someday I can finally pay off my debts. I'm going to get these credit cards paid off. I feel if I get those paid off then I can finally be free. This feeling that I'm feeling right now is hard to describe. I don't even know what I'm saying. I talked to my mom today. I had to fight back tears when I told her about my day last week when I cried and missed Watertown and wanted to pack up and move home. She asked why? I told her it was just a bad day. She said we all have them and to hang in there because this is a good paying job and will get me ahead. I wish I could go back to school. But once again money. I wish I could travel the world. Money. I don't know what I want out of life. I guess I just want to be happy. I don't know if I feel that way now. I guess it flucuates. One minute I'm fine the next, tears are streaming down my face. I want to live in a home that's close enough to a town for basic necessities but has the feeling of being secluded from the world. THat's the only thing I've ever been certain about my entire life. I crave it more than anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-114100427577194131?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114100427577194131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114100427577194131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114100427577194131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114100427577194131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114049900901275866</id><published>2006-02-20T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:16:49.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be a good day just wait and see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep trying to remind myself of that.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It get's hard to do that somedays. Well let me tell you about my day. Today I woke up was feeling fine and then all of a sudden I just cried and cried and cried. Tears flowed like Niagra Falls I couldn't stop them. I miss Watertown a lot. I realize that if I went back I'd have to be closeted. That's never really bothered me until now. I complain about not having a boyfriend but in Watertown I'd never have one. I don't think I could live like that. I must say if there was a good paying job I'd move back in a heartbeat though. I should have stayed in Watertown after graduation and just went to Lake Area. I think I would be a lot happier. But who really knows. I almost quit today. I'm very happy my supervisor wasn't there today had she been she would've asked me how I was, and I would have lost it. Like my good friend Barry said. I've nothing to fall back on. Once at work I was fine. There's always going to be ups and downs with a job. So I have to tell myself to deal with it. I don't know why but I always get scared before going to work. Once at work it's all fine. By the way I'm very lucky to have the job still. I've called in 3 times in the last 3 weeks. It's horrible and like Barry said feeling guilty is only adding feelings to my plate which is already full. I must admit that kind of made me pissy but he's right. Him and Tom only want me to succeed and not sabotage myself. I appreciate all they done for me by being my "online friends". They'll never know how much they've helped me. I talked to my mom's friend Tina today at work. She helped me get the job. I thank her for that. I told her how I felt today. I'm working tomorrow ot from 1130-230 and then we both get off at the same time so we're going to do a late lunch. She's going to have a heart to heart with me. Which is good she's like my substitue me-maw as she calls my mom. It'll be good to talk about it. For now I'm not going to give up. I'm flying on my own and I've learned a lot. I don't want to throw all that away. Sometimes it's scary and sometimes freedom sucks but it's part of life. Perhaps someday I can move back to Watertown and be comfortable. For right now I've got to do what I have to do. I have to live. It's gonna be all right, no matter what they say It's gonna be a good day, just wait and see It's gonna be okay, cause I'm okay with me It's gonna be, it's gonna be, it's gotta be.... Thanks Jewel hehe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-114049900901275866?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114049900901275866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114049900901275866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114049900901275866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114049900901275866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-gonna-be-good-day-just-wait-and.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be a good day just wait and see...'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-114028849699296021</id><published>2006-02-18T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T12:54:09.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewel's new single!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Jewel's next single is said to be realeased to radio on February 27th. Although it's been getting airtime already in parts of California. Luckily a friend from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jewelkilcherforum"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jewelkilcherforum.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.jewelkilcherforum.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; was nice enough to send me the mp3. I love piracy! The single is titled "Again and Again. I ablsolutely love it. I think it's got good potential of becoming a hit as well. Something that doesn't matter to us die hard fans but would be nice for Jewel. Also if you haven't already checked it out Jewel made a video for "Goodbye Alice in Wonderland". The title track of her new album to be released May 2nd. Please go to Yahoo or Mtv or even Vh1 and check it out. It's great. She made the video because it's 6 minutes long and the radio wouldn't touch it because of the length. I promise you won't be disappointed. If you don't like Jewel fine. Whatever. If you don't like her because of her teeth you are a shallow piece of shit. Well with that said have a nice day. Please also check &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jewelkilcherforum.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.jewelkilcherforum.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for more news on her coming album.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-114028849699296021?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/114028849699296021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=114028849699296021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114028849699296021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/114028849699296021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/jewels-new-single.html' title='Jewel&apos;s new single!!'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113998170611987491</id><published>2006-02-14T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:35:06.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A good cry</title><content type='html'>It feel so damn good to cry. I just had a good chat with a friend. He's helped me a lot. Because of him I feel I've come a long way. I havent' cried in ages and just having that nice chat made me. It feels so good every once in while to bawl your eyes out. So thanks friend(you know who you are).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113998170611987491?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113998170611987491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113998170611987491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113998170611987491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113998170611987491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-cry.html' title='A good cry'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113997771393395364</id><published>2006-02-14T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:28:33.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for the girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only decent song I've hear on the radio all day.  Damn cheesy love songs. Well today is Valentine's Day. Of course I'm single, but oh well. I'm 21 years old and I haven't dated anyone in my life. I've hooked up a few times and I'll regret that the rest of my life. Not that anything bad happened. I just felt like a whore afterwards. Well today I took myself to King Kong. It wasn't that bad as everyone had told me. The end with the ape and the girl on top of the Empire State Building was a bit too much. I'm deathly afraid of heights even if I see it on a movie. Well after that my old friend Chris from SDSU was in town and he's never been to Annabelle's so I took him to show him where it's at. Could I be any bigger of a loser. Oh and I had to pick him up at the mall and guess where he wanted me to meet him. At the fucking GAP. Everytime I go into a store like that I get all depressed because I can't fit into any of their shit. So what did I turn to. Pizza and little debbie. My second day of my diet failed horribly. There's always tomorrow. I bought myself a home docking kit for my satellite radio so I'll finally be able to hear Richard's show. I should call in too. He would be some great motivation again. I was to embarassed to last Sunday when they wanted me to call in and do a follow up. Back then I had willpower now I don't have that much. You'd think I'd learn not to overeat cuz everytime I do I feel like shit but oh no. Just keep going. Well Valentine's Day sucks. But I'm trying to stay hopeful. I know how fast lives can change. So I'm hopign mine changes quickly. I think I may have found out what I want in life too and that alone is a pretty big accomplishment in my opinion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113997771393395364?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113997771393395364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113997771393395364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113997771393395364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113997771393395364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-ones-for-girls.html' title='This one&apos;s for the girls...'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113979782164909873</id><published>2006-02-12T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:30:21.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhinestone shirts and Dolfin shorts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's right ladies and gentleman, Richard Simmons is returning back into my life.  Starting tomorrow (February 13th , 2006) I'm going back on my diet. I have a feeling this is going to be one rough week. Tonight when I get enough motivation which shouldn't be too long since nobody is online I'm going to make out my menu for tomorrow. I figure for supper from now on until my schedule changes at work (who knows if it ever will) I'll probably be having salads for supper. I figure I won't be home until around 10 pm and since I don't get up until 11 am it's probably good to eat a big lunch which I can have time to burn off and then a light dinner that way I'm not sleeping with a bunch of calories in me. Maybe a nice salad loaded with veggies and a little chicken before bed. I know this is going to be hard but I'm trying to tell myself how good it felt when I lost those 30 plus lbs which I'm sure I've gained probably over half back. I had some major willpower. Tomorrow I have to start posting in the clubhouse again(richard's members thing on his site) to get motivated and keep on track. I got an email from them this past week they wanted me to call into his radio show today. I didn't because I would have been embarassed. It probably would have done me good though. Well if you read this and you talk to me keep wishing me luck I'll need it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113979782164909873?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113979782164909873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113979782164909873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113979782164909873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113979782164909873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/rhinestone-shirts-and-dolfin-shorts.html' title='Rhinestone shirts and Dolfin shorts...'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113960147433477932</id><published>2006-02-10T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T13:57:54.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That damn car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So last night I was coming home from work. I was driving on the interstate when all of a sudden my brakes were out. No one was that close in front of me and I was able to get home safely. I called Al's Auto the closest place to my house and I've been there before a few months back when he fixed my heater. I was able to drive there safely. I took a cab back which sucked but hey it's a cab. They take forever to pick you up. So I planned ahead this time, you see he closes at five so if he doesn't call me by four I'm calling him to see if it's done that way I can get a cab there before he closes and can get my car tonight. Last time I had to wait an extra day because I didn't have a ride and the cab wouldn't have made it in time. It's going to cost me around 400 dollars he said it was 170 for the front and if I wanted the back done (which he said I could use prolly for another month) it would be about 100 more. I just got my income tax this morning and told him to fix it all. So I'm figuring with labor and everything around 400 hopefully it'll be less. I still owe my mom 190 for the heater. Then I hope to get a new queen bed. We'll see how that goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113960147433477932?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113960147433477932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113960147433477932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113960147433477932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113960147433477932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-damn-car.html' title='That damn car'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113942081962931139</id><published>2006-02-08T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:46:59.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>Everyday I sit here before work and I just start getting anxious. I get scared about work and I have to tell myself not to call in. I don't know what's going on with me? Is it just because I'm new and I still feel like I don't know the ropes or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113942081962931139?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113942081962931139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113942081962931139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113942081962931139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113942081962931139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with me?'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113932131035471843</id><published>2006-02-07T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:27:29.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Masen John Person</title><content type='html'>born by c-section at 3:45 am on February 7, 2006. Ten lbs 7oz. I'm going down to see him today. I'm finally an uncle. I can't believe it. EEk I spelled it wrong at first so I just changed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113932131035471843?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113932131035471843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113932131035471843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113932131035471843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113932131035471843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/masen-john-person.html' title='Masen John Person'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113920890774615176</id><published>2006-02-06T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:55:16.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this I can agree with</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Morpheus" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061401756_topdreams2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113920890774615176?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113920890774615176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113920890774615176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113920890774615176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113920890774615176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/now-this-i-can-agree-with.html' title='Now this I can agree with'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113920859408969102</id><published>2006-02-06T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:49:54.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm I beg to differ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/a55hat.aspx?cid=1824" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/drunk5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Your Drunk Personality at LiquidGeneration.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113920859408969102?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113920859408969102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113920859408969102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113920859408969102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113920859408969102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmm-i-beg-to-differ.html' title='Hmm I beg to differ'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113919790935396426</id><published>2006-02-05T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:51:49.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Watertown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well I had decided Thursday night that I would go home to Watertown for the weekend. I thought it would be nice for my last weekend off to go visit family and friends.  Friday night I ended up getting home and saying hi to mom and leaving to go out to eat with my friend Michelle. We decided to go to Applebee's and man was it good. I had a bananaberry drink. It was very tasty had rum in it I think. After that we decided to go uptown to our block of bars. So we went to the atm to get some cash out. I had one drink mind you one drink and I could not remember my atm pin that I've had ever since I was around 16 or 17. So I got rejected. So then we headed to another Wells Fargo atm. I then remembered it. It was a fun night sort of. Michelle got choked by this psycho bitch who started coming up to the pool table she was at and just thought hey I'll grab a stick and start shooting whosever balls these are. Then psycho bitch's bf came up after Michelle was being choked and told michelle not to fuck with his woman. We wanted to kill them. We had Michelle's boyfriend take us home. So we were all safe. The next day I spent with mom. We went to Wal-mart to get a few things and after we were done I said we should have stopped at subway. We decided to go to the kfc/tacobell. It took forever to get our food and the inside was quite dirty. We'll never do that again we decided. I then asked mom if she would go with me to visit my paternal grandmother. She said she would go with me for a nice chat. We spent two hrs with Grandma she was working on geneaology and it was very wonderful to talk about that with her. She's always said she's leaving me all that because I'm the only one who's ever been interested in the family by it. Silently in my head I thought hmm I better work fast at getting the lesbians pregnant so I have somebody to pass it on to. Haha. Then my stepdad took us out to eat. Well later that night I called Michelle and Mollie and we all went out to the bars again. That was funner than the night before. I met Blaine who I've known since sixteen but never met in real life. I think we were into each other but little shy me never does anything. We went out to eat after the bar at 2 and Mollie called on my cell phone and Blaine and I were in his truck and he heard Mollie on my phone saying why haven't you made out yet? I said probably because he's driving. He then got quiet and it was a little awkward. Oh well stuff happens. Well that's my adventures this weekend. I'm now home. Goodbye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113919790935396426?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113919790935396426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113919790935396426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113919790935396426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113919790935396426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventures-in-watertown.html' title='Adventures in Watertown'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113892797334014486</id><published>2006-02-02T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:52:53.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is a lovely shade of blue. Much of what I've felt today. I'm thinking it's because I'm embarassably(is that a real word?) broke.  Today I called in which made me feel bad because I wasn't sick, I just wanted to stay home and have a pity party for myself. Hey like you've never played hookey! I was extremely bored today. Mostly went on the internet and couldn't find anything to do there so I just went to bed and slept. I probably won't sleep much tonight. Tomorrow is back to work. I just have to work tomorrow then I'll have the weekend off work Monday and have Tuesday off. Oh well. Gotta work if you wanna get paid. I'm going to cut this short tonight. I can't seem to think of anything to write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113892797334014486?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113892797334014486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113892797334014486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113892797334014486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113892797334014486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/pity-party.html' title='Pity Party'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113885136361010403</id><published>2006-02-01T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:48:43.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab a chair and make yourself at home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a feeling this is going to be a long one. Well let's start with yesterday as I forgot to write an entry. Well it was a long ass day at work because I decided to work two hours later for a little overtime. I got off work and forgot that I needed to call my mom so she could transfer money from my account to the student loan account. Usually I do this every month but last month my stepdad threw a fit for me going under my mom's account and being able to see all their information and shit like that. Mind you it's the only way I can pay my student loan so how the hell else can I do it. Well my mom was just like yeah yeah go ahead and do it. Well stupid me transfered it to the wrong account so that was a mess. Right now my account is all f-d up until it gets fixed probably tonight at midnight or so. So I'll be late on that. Oh well shit happens. I'm pretty broke I have to pay back my parents for the money they loaned me to get my car fixed a while back. I'll get them paid back on Monday hopefully. I also hope to get my income tax refund back soon. That will help a lot. Ok now for today let's see not much happened I worked and came home and took a nap. My computer was being a vagina and wouldn't cooperate with me until now. Last night after my whole ordeal with the bank I got the 555 deal at Dominoes. I've gained 10lbs back from the 35 I recently lost. I need to get back on track. Sir Richard Simmons would not be proud.(By the way I've talked to him twice on his sirius show) So when I get some money to go grocery shopping I'll have to get some good stuff and get back on it. I was doing so good and now it all went down the shitter real fast. I was watching antiques roadshow the other night. I've got this painting I've been in love with since a child. It was my grandmother's she gave it to me when I first moved into a place of my own. It's an original oil painting of a conquistador(I just found out that word the other night, thanks to grandma) I'm convinced it's going to make me rich someday. I hope. Then I can get a ranch like I've always wanted. But will probably won't have like live animals on it. If I do get rich I'll probably go back to school. Just to say I have a degree. Probably in German. Then I'll go to Germany and move back to the U.S and build a ranch in Alaska. That's my goal. Enough rambling today. Goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113885136361010403?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113885136361010403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113885136361010403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113885136361010403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113885136361010403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/02/grab-chair-and-make-yourself-at-home.html' title='Grab a chair and make yourself at home...'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113867517380665599</id><published>2006-01-30T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T20:39:33.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So how's life treating ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Somewhat shitty if you ask me. I'm starting to get the hang of things at work or at least I hope. I'm actually enjoying my new job getting a little ahead and now all of a sudden something is wrong with my car. I just keep praying it will run until I can get my income tax and get it in to get fixed. Whatever the problem may be. I'm guessing inner tie rods that my stepdad said I should fix how many months ago. But then I was working at Wal-mart and well you can pretty much guess what's on my mind. So now I'm going to try to save up for a new car all while trying to pay off credit cards and save up for other things I may want later. I caught myself saying today all I want is a normal life. Then I caught myself and said I have a normal life shitty things happen to normal people. So then I thought I just want to be rich. Hell that way if something fucks up at least I have money to fix it. Unless it's like you know some kind of family hates you emotional kind of thing money can't buy or fix. So looks like I'll be working as much overtime as I can possibly get the next few weeks. No comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113867517380665599?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113867517380665599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113867517380665599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113867517380665599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113867517380665599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-hows-life-treating-ya.html' title='So how&apos;s life treating ya?'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113857961112625384</id><published>2006-01-29T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T18:06:51.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well this weekend was pretty fun. I got off work on Friday and just bummed around the apartment getting it halfway cleaned. My parents decided to come down and stay at my stepdad's brother's house. I went to visit them over there Saturday and the day was spent playing games, drinking and getting high. My mom doesn't smoke weed and my stepdad does but he won't do it in front of my sister and I. I guess it's some honorable line he won't cross even though we are adults so it wouldn't be that bad if he did. Well my mom's friend and my sister and I along with a friend of ours went into her bedroom and got high. I've only done it twice in my life and only because they had it. I felt really wierd I couldn't move my legs it seemed. I'm not sure I care to do it ever again. Also earlier that day my mom and her friend highlighted their hair and thought I might look good if they highlighted mine and boy were they right. I look so good. I'm glad they did it because even though I'm gay I am not good at hair or interior decorating but that's another story. So we just spent Saturday getting our hair dyed, getting drunk, and just bullshiting around. I think my mom was a little upset I got high because I've always been the good kid. It also seemed weird getting high while my mom is in the same house. I'll never do that again. I feel bad. Live and learn I guess. Today was spent doing 4 loads of laundry and cleaning the apartment top to bottom. It's so nice to have it all done and clean. Well that's my ramble for today goodbye everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113857961112625384?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113857961112625384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113857961112625384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113857961112625384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113857961112625384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-in-review.html' title='Weekend in Review'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614194.post-113857838534883722</id><published>2006-01-29T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:46:25.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Sweet Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello everyone. My name is Chris Thompson and I reside in Sioux Falls,SD. I'm just an ordinary gay man trying to find his place and purpose in life. Will I ever find it? Who knows. My friend Tom told me that it might be nice for me to start a blog so with his help I started this one. Thanks Tom. I decided to give it a try I've kept a journal ever since I was 16. Been through some good and bad times since then. I'd like this to become a blog everyone likes and comes back to read. I'd also like to get to know people even if it is through the world wide web. So please come back often and share your thoughts too. I've even changed the settings so that anyone can comment and they can do it anonymously as well. So please come back share your thoughts, it will get better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21614194-113857838534883722?l=the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/feeds/113857838534883722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21614194&amp;postID=113857838534883722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113857838534883722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21614194/posts/default/113857838534883722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-quiet-warrior.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-sweet-blog.html' title='Blog Sweet Blog'/><author><name>Chris T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16912147197585529616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0pkjGPKEse4/R1bCkU5bxdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AmuVAHZQ_YM/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
