<?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-35024194</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:27:01.795Z</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='the daily grind'/><category term='meme'/><category term='Liars'/><category term='rules'/><category term='SWB'/><category term='The Game'/><category term='advice'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='perverts'/><category term='adios'/><category term='4mp'/><category term='cheaters'/><category term='PUA'/><category term='entertainments'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='communication'/><category term='coincidence'/><category term='mortifications'/><category term='sex'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Doubt'/><category term='family'/><category term='Dread'/><category term='craigslist'/><category term='empty threats'/><category term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category term='men'/><category term='NRA'/><category term='y&apos;all'/><category term='fun'/><category term='strangers'/><category term='dating'/><category term='making up'/><category term='Breaking Up'/><category term='i&apos;m serious'/><category term='threats'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dating is Dead</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-5245050925787614630</id><published>2009-06-08T14:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:45:35.953Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m serious'/><title type='text'>Aaaand, Scene.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5245050925787614630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=5245050925787614630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5245050925787614630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5245050925787614630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaaand-scene.html' title='Aaaand, Scene.'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Si0jctUe1LI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4tVNc-WSJIM/s72-c/themessage.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7583285155026146046</id><published>2009-05-06T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:18:47.399Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Frat Boy Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>"I've come to the conclusion that college girls are easy. I could've had sex with at least two this weekend. But I didn't. I went to the strip club instead, where I paid for women to be naked."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7583285155026146046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7583285155026146046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7583285155026146046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7583285155026146046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/frat-boy-wisdom.html' title='Frat Boy Wisdom'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SgGNmGMx0OI/AAAAAAAAAkk/jWdatDgkzFo/s72-c/allthe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7080204147364354913</id><published>2009-05-04T12:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:40:00.782Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>The Stuff of Dreams</title><summary type='text'>[As we pass KFC on our daily commute.]Belle: I just remembered this dream I had last night... about eating fried chicken... That's terrible. Travel Buddy: No, that's the best way to do it. Belle: What? Eat fried chicken? In my dreams? Travel Buddy: Yeah. Do you feel satisfied?Belle: No. I feel like a fat girl. Who dreams about eating fried chicken?Later that day, I smell the tell-tale scent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7080204147364354913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7080204147364354913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7080204147364354913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7080204147364354913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/stuff-of-dreams.html' title='The Stuff of Dreams'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SfoMF4GtieI/AAAAAAAAAkc/bKZJ3XyEq8M/s72-c/whatdidijusteat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3138362410635957651</id><published>2009-05-01T12:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:40:00.301Z</updated><title type='text'>We Walk</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow, we walk.We walk for the countless who've been affected and the countless who will be. We walk for those who have had and who will have no choice but to fight. For their families and friends.This year, I walk for my friend's mom, designated mere weeks ago with stage four inflammatory breast cancer. She means the world to my friend. My friend means the world to me.Every day I hope her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3138362410635957651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3138362410635957651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3138362410635957651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3138362410635957651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-walk.html' title='We Walk'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SfoJV_bKuMI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bC1FuMaN-jg/s72-c/avonwalk_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7253702127956289186</id><published>2009-04-30T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:40:00.768Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>On The Opener: Fake It to Make It</title><summary type='text'>AJ has been perched against the wall for a few minutes, separated from me and the others only by a few feet. As soon as I join her, he appears."So, I have to learn two new or interesting facts before the end of the night." Could've been a decent opener if he played it better, but he rushes it. Doesn't enunciate and project enough to push through the music and barroom noise.I make him repeat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7253702127956289186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7253702127956289186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7253702127956289186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7253702127956289186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-opener-fake-it-to-make-it.html' title='On The Opener: Fake It to Make It'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Sfi5kUix2GI/AAAAAAAAAj0/u_0hlE5x_nQ/s72-c/imnotafraidanymore.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-5080133309670720689</id><published>2009-04-27T12:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:40:00.697Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>The Stylelife Challenge: Days 1-6</title><summary type='text'>Note: I've been bad about this Challenge business. Clearly. I could give you myriad excuses about my hectic schedule and moving and temporarily misplacing the book and whatnot, but I won't. :) Instead, I'll just jump right back into this thing...- Set goals.- Define how you're perceived and how you want to be perceived.- Get out and talk to people.- Start working to improve your physical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5080133309670720689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=5080133309670720689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5080133309670720689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5080133309670720689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/stylelife-challenge-days-1-6.html' title='The Stylelife Challenge: Days 1-6'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SfCwf7H4umI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jg4NutUXlUw/s72-c/ineverwin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-2191651607442464163</id><published>2009-04-22T12:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:40:00.982Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mortifications'/><title type='text'>This is Why Men Should Open Doors</title><summary type='text'>So, my coworker and I decide to step out and enjoy the fleeting nice weather. I need to run an errand. He needs to pick up lunch.At our first stop, I open the door and walk in first. He's right on my heels, telling me a story about his weekend of debauchery. When I pass through the door and drop my arm, my hand lands squarely on his package.He stutters and laughs, loses his train of thought. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2191651607442464163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=2191651607442464163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2191651607442464163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2191651607442464163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-why-men-should-open-doors.html' title='This is Why Men Should Open Doors'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Se4GAVB1Z1I/AAAAAAAAAjk/p7B86U0cdpQ/s72-c/100years.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1710201418365288277</id><published>2009-04-08T12:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:40:00.386Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Up'/><title type='text'>On Being the Other Woman</title><summary type='text'>I admit it: I was jealous of a video game. I never thought I'd feel like I was fighting artificial intelligence for the attention of a guy. My guy. But I saw him thinking about Her all the time, talking about Her when we were at dinner or lying in bed or driving down the street. Planning how he could do this or that. With Her. Sometimes I couldn't help but feel like he put more effort and thought</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1710201418365288277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1710201418365288277' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1710201418365288277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1710201418365288277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-being-other-woman.html' title='On Being the Other Woman'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SduHw8vdo5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/euuatQURG-4/s72-c/imakevideogames.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-5095621204968872851</id><published>2009-04-03T09:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:37:00.292Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m serious'/><title type='text'>'I Ain't Tryin' to Ride...'</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5095621204968872851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=5095621204968872851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5095621204968872851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5095621204968872851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-aint-tryin-to-ride.html' title='&apos;I Ain&apos;t Tryin&apos; to Ride...&apos;'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SdUIJ2wmPUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/gL1_Il2hERg/s72-c/iwanttorideupintothesky.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7548331873301491913</id><published>2009-03-31T09:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:19:00.899Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>And, So, I Drank It</title><summary type='text'>We imagined ourselves on the wild frontier, our powerful horses carrying us through deserts and mountains, across streams, away from one danger and into another. We were witches, concocting potions in the rain to wreak havoc upon those who'd wronged us. We were the President's kids, rebelling on motorcycles, dodging the Secret Service. Our childhood play was thematic and never-ending. We adopted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7548331873301491913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7548331873301491913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7548331873301491913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7548331873301491913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-so-i-drank-it.html' title='And, So, I Drank It'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SdEcFFKu2HI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FQ2mpjEh6Ws/s72-c/youredrinkingtoomuch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7563594295948094175</id><published>2009-03-26T09:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:47:34.466Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>The 95th Percentile</title><summary type='text'>Strauss’s Challenge has a web site. (Fancy that.) Some of the resources for the challenge are located on the site, so I got my quasi-neophyte self online and registered for an account.      First things first… Let’s begin with the Personal Profile Analysis!     Changing your life for the better starts with having an understanding of where you are today. The Stylelife Personality Profile Analysis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7563594295948094175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7563594295948094175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7563594295948094175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7563594295948094175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/95th-percentile.html' title='The 95th Percentile'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/ScqAW-PQgSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vmBnD8Brup0/s72-c/95th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-6544670742749874605</id><published>2009-03-24T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:40:00.693Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>Belle: The Nomad</title><summary type='text'>Later this week, I'll be moving for the 24th time in my 27 years. I'll skip the commentary on what that may or may not say about myself and my family and just give the general announcement that updates on my progress with Mr. Strauss's Challenge are on hold until I get my ass out of one crappy place and into another (less crappy?) place. Oh, but that friend who inspired me to finally get off my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6544670742749874605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=6544670742749874605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6544670742749874605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6544670742749874605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/belle-nomad.html' title='Belle: The Nomad'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-5928910844519370212</id><published>2009-03-18T09:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:37:00.675Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clearly, I don't get it. After years of smoking, I gave up my cigs cold turkey and haven't looked back. I know that even one little puff of that carcinogen-laced nicotine can re-open the door for all kinds of terrible things to be revisited, by me and upon me. But these guys who come and are gone within a few months' time? For some reason, I seem to think it would be too hard to quit them cold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5928910844519370212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=5928910844519370212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5928910844519370212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5928910844519370212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/clearly-i-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Sb6AVVVrgNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/M2OLVdPXc44/s72-c/theenemyisme.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-5090027476234609418</id><published>2009-03-17T09:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:37:00.308Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>That's a Lame Excuse for a Parable, Strauss</title><summary type='text'>DISCLAIMER: Feeling extreme angst and moderate hatred toward males while writing this. Probably not giving it a fair chance. Definitely don't give a shit.  The Rules of the Game is actually a sleekly-packaged set of two books. The first, the little white book, is The Stylelife Challenge, source of the daily assignments meant to mold a mere mortal man into that exalted being known as a Pickup </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5090027476234609418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=5090027476234609418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5090027476234609418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5090027476234609418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/thats-lame-excuse-for-parable-strauss.html' title='That&apos;s a Lame Excuse for a Parable, Strauss'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Sb5tqVC-DwI/AAAAAAAAAiI/jjgLEmt3ko0/s72-c/everythingisachoice.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-413717889219136292</id><published>2009-03-16T09:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:40:01.193Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>But, But... I Want More</title><summary type='text'>So, it'd been several days since my W.H.D.-filled* weekend.Other than the occasional steamy scene flashing to mind at the more inappropriate times of the workday, I hadn't given him much thought.I hadn't even cyber-stalked him. (Okay, there was that 5 seconds on Facebook confirming his name. But, then, zilch. Promise.)Anyway, four days and change go by, and suddenly, there's a text from him. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/413717889219136292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=413717889219136292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/413717889219136292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/413717889219136292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/but-but-i-want-more.html' title='But, But... I Want More'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Sbq4E4uY97I/AAAAAAAAAiA/JXAUJlPaO0M/s72-c/damnit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-2757650061559844308</id><published>2009-03-13T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:40:00.306Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>The Game: Getting out of the Gate</title><summary type='text'>As promised, I've begun Neil Strauss's The Stylelife Challenge: Mastering the Game in 30 Days.  So far, it's pretty innocuous.   The first mission for Day 1 involved some basic self-assessment. I'd say it's not a bad way for pretty much anyone to prepare for entering the dating world.   That was followed by some pretty sound advice about what Strauss has deemed a "limiting belief."    A limiting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2757650061559844308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=2757650061559844308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2757650061559844308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2757650061559844308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/game-getting-out-of-gate.html' title='The Game: Getting out of the Gate'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SbmKbGRvDEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Y-lpwgpkrV8/s72-c/thoughtthiswasagoodstart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1160553108274232524</id><published>2009-03-12T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:40:00.868Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Vignette</title><summary type='text'>Before my company moved, I was greeted each morning as I entered the building by our long-time security guard, Calvin. Serious in tone and manner, the 20-odd-year resident enforcer intimidated the hell out of me with his curt nod and grunted "Mornin'."Then, one Monday as I was walking into the sun-filled lobby through the revolving door, still groggy from too little sleep and too much weekend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1160553108274232524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1160553108274232524' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1160553108274232524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1160553108274232524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/vignette.html' title='Vignette'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Sbf9VMfDPaI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6JKKeTMdaLY/s72-c/wheniwasyoungitseemedlife.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7683219402212774229</id><published>2009-03-11T09:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:43:00.601Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Playing The Game</title><summary type='text'>So, I don't know much about the pickup artist game. Just what I've randomly encountered on various blogs and some tidbits that come back to me now and again from a British documentary I watched a while back.But I get a bad taste in my mouth when I think a guy's pulling PUA tricks on me. Because, obviously, I'm a big ol' hypocrite.It's okay for me and countless other women to read countless books </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7683219402212774229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7683219402212774229' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7683219402212774229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7683219402212774229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/playing-game.html' title='Playing The Game'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SbbMrPdmZNI/AAAAAAAAAho/hxgSStJ9GRs/s72-c/dontplaygameswithmyheart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3618783457339024476</id><published>2009-03-09T09:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:41:00.721Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Don't Want No Short Short Tramp</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3618783457339024476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3618783457339024476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3618783457339024476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3618783457339024476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-want-no-short-short-tramp.html' title='Don&apos;t Want No Short Short Tramp'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Sa8RfyG-P8I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Wrl3H_8DLzc/s72-c/ifeelimportantinmynewboots.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-9106962272664030375</id><published>2009-03-06T09:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:58:10.870Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Starter Relationship? Check</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so... I'm getting flack from my real life friends for dating Boy Blue for almost 7 months and then being all casual like, 'by the way, we broke up.'  And I didn't even neglect the real life peeps like I did my Interwebz reading audience. So I suppose some of you who are still out there might be going  What the Fuck? Give me the dirt!After the whole business started (details of which are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9106962272664030375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=9106962272664030375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/9106962272664030375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/9106962272664030375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/starter-relationship-check.html' title='Starter Relationship? Check'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Sa8au2tXAXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/TI1e6m71KRQ/s72-c/youdidnothingfortoolong.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-8317269557204211550</id><published>2009-03-05T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:30:00.605Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Up'/><title type='text'>Twice Makes a Trend, Not a Tradition... Right?</title><summary type='text'>It seems I'm inclined to break up with guys immediately following Valentine's Day. At least that's what the resolution of my last two relationships (and, arguably, my only noteworthy relationships) indicate. First I said Adios to NRA on February 16 a couple years back. And, more recently, I felt compelled to give Boy Blue the pink slip a mere week after the dread V-Day.Oh, actually, no. Wait a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8317269557204211550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=8317269557204211550' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8317269557204211550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8317269557204211550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/twice-makes-trend-not-tradition-right.html' title='Twice Makes a Trend, Not a Tradition... Right?'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Sa8QfR-8RsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zb6HEMG4jrw/s72-c/yournewgirlfriendlookslikeatrex.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-2936556395133685470</id><published>2008-09-29T10:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:42:00.885Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the daily grind'/><title type='text'>I Hate My Job. Could Someone Please Kill It?</title><summary type='text'>Things with Boy Blue are still sailing along smoothly. I just looked back at my calendar and realized it's only been two months and change since the boy and I first laid eyes on one another. Considering it feels like ages since then, I'm having trouble believing in reality at the moment. Anyhoo, contrary to what the general assumption might be (for anyone out there who might be interested in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2936556395133685470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=2936556395133685470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2936556395133685470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2936556395133685470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-my-job-could-someone-please-kill.html' title='I Hate My Job. Could Someone Please Kill It?'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SN7vN_qq88I/AAAAAAAAAgk/zkz8sd3lT28/s72-c/youwillbethedeathofme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3425072853683064693</id><published>2008-09-10T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:46:00.188Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Just Right</title><summary type='text'>Boy Blue &amp; Belle sittin' in a tree.... K-I-S-S-I-N-G...After The Butler, there were a few more dates with some guys (a balding virgin, a 34-year-old with serious PDA issues, etc.), but none of them were really doing it for me. I planned (and executed) a freakin' awesome* date for Boy Blue and myself, and by the end of it, we'd established ground rules, made a commitment. After some initial </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3425072853683064693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3425072853683064693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3425072853683064693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3425072853683064693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-right.html' title='Just Right'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SMWPWe7sWGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/tEL_80fexok/s72-c/imhappyareyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-5611564363703683803</id><published>2008-08-26T10:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:11:00.698Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m serious'/><title type='text'>Dude,  He's Way More Into You Than I Am</title><summary type='text'>On the day of my second outing with The Butler, I was blessed/cursed with a yay-there'll-be-no-bastard-Belle-spawn-in-the-forseeable-future/ holy-shit-can't-I-just-rip-out-my-fucking-uterus reminder of my womanhood.  With the unusually rough day and my impending date, I felt I had two options:  1. Try to deal with the pain and risk doubling over and/or writhing on the floor every few minutes, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5611564363703683803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=5611564363703683803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5611564363703683803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5611564363703683803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/dude-hes-way-more-into-you-than-i-am.html' title='Dude,  He&apos;s Way More Into You Than I Am'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SLMquCU2oII/AAAAAAAAAXc/0MvKJ2UMYOk/s72-c/goingsowell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3276460652916684995</id><published>2008-08-19T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:02:00.146Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><title type='text'>Like Going Home, Only Not Really</title><summary type='text'>23+ years in The ‘Sip, and I somehow never once found myself attending a concert of the country variety.*    That all changed recently, when Mamacita Baño dragged** invited me to attend a concert at Nissan Pavilion.     Rebel flags, cowboy boots, and 18-year-olds abounded. I haven’t seen such a concentration of Dixie Outfitters shirts in many, many moons. And… lassos? Really?       The day was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3276460652916684995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3276460652916684995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3276460652916684995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3276460652916684995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/like-going-home-only-not-really.html' title='Like Going Home, Only Not Really'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SJ-k8avNYUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wCsTooZHC4I/s72-c/welcomehome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3620244086483686313</id><published>2008-08-18T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:02:01.025Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Serial Killer: The Truth, Ladies and Gentlemen (Well, Mostly)</title><summary type='text'>  For about, oh, I don’t know, a bit more than a year now, I’ve let Serial Killer believe I’ve been dating someone. A few weeks ago in one of our bouts of random periods of contact, I must’ve let slip that I’m flying solo these days. (Stupid, stupid Belle.)   Subsequently, Serial Killer invited me out for martinis (and then back to his place for martini-making lessons, the wanna-be sly dog).     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3620244086483686313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3620244086483686313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3620244086483686313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3620244086483686313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/serial-killer-truth-ladies-and.html' title='Serial Killer: The Truth, Ladies and Gentlemen (Well, Mostly)'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SJ-fiPD7DmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/pxFzcfhnc1s/s72-c/pleasebenice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-2703768917389327962</id><published>2008-08-15T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:02:00.227Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4mp'/><title type='text'>On Second Chances</title><summary type='text'>      Now for another exciting round of “Get to know The Four-Man Plan”…    The Two-Date Minimum    Why go out on a second date if you felt no sparks? If he dropped spaghetti down the front of his shirt, and you think he’s a total slob? If you have serious reservations about his gaming habits? If you’re three inches taller than him in flats? If you two had less engaging conversation than a couple</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2703768917389327962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=2703768917389327962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2703768917389327962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2703768917389327962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-second-chances.html' title='On Second Chances'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SJ-XSLaOWkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/1MHih_ivYOU/s72-c/ithinkideserveanotherchance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1810497392537609407</id><published>2008-08-14T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:02:00.754Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4mp'/><title type='text'>The Wordsmith</title><summary type='text'>The Google Maps, oh how you do me wrong…     I left my place to meet The Wordsmith with twice estimated travel time and hit no traffic. But The Google Maps doesn't seem to understand the distinction between N. Patrick and N. Henry, and I found myself driving 'round and 'round the same block, saying to myself, "I know it's here somewhere…"    After making that block three times, I spotted a cop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1810497392537609407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1810497392537609407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1810497392537609407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1810497392537609407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/wordsmith.html' title='The Wordsmith'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SJ-VWPIDFrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8zrqNtmPQNc/s72-c/wordscanspoileverything.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-8234892656795125979</id><published>2008-08-13T11:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:02:01.066Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4mp'/><title type='text'>Boy Blue Gets Halved</title><summary type='text'>Boy Blue and I met for our third date to savor a lengthy and delicious dinner and take an evening stroll around the monuments. The previous weekend, he'd been on a trip with his family. As if our daily communication wasn't enough to let me know I had been on his mind, he made sure to reiterate the point, both verbally and with a gift. He'd been on my mind, too.* But I hadn't made any decisions. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8234892656795125979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=8234892656795125979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8234892656795125979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8234892656795125979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/boy-blue-gets-halved.html' title='Boy Blue Gets Halved'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SJ-SMS-0LSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Bjm4t5YxajA/s72-c/mantris_080608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-4780438236899836173</id><published>2008-08-12T11:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:02:00.748Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4mp'/><title type='text'>Down One on the Mantris</title><summary type='text'>  So, here's an admission. I read The Four-Man Plan* for the first time, oh, approximately a year ago. And I'd been basically operating from memory and handy glossary terms as I was re-perusing it in the midst of all this living and dating and working and whatnot.  I just finished getting through the final chapters on my commute one morning last week.I subsequently had to fire Vagabond Vance. (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4780438236899836173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=4780438236899836173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4780438236899836173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4780438236899836173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/down-one-on-mantris.html' title='Down One on the Mantris'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SJ-Qt-hv14I/AAAAAAAAAWk/V4W842Pt3uk/s72-c/mantris_080508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1310297941276809014</id><published>2008-08-08T11:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:06:32.997Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dread'/><title type='text'>The Case of the Disappearing Nerves</title><summary type='text'>Of the dates I've been on recently, I haven't been nervous once. Not even a little. And that is so very unlike me. I have to say, I'm thoroughly enjoying my newfound confidence and ease in dating. (Knock on wood, etc., and whatnot.)Here are some things I'm throwing around as possible factors in The Case of the Disappearing Nerves: Since I'm not investing mass amounts of time and energy into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1310297941276809014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1310297941276809014' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1310297941276809014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1310297941276809014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/case-of-disappearing-nerves.html' title='The Case of the Disappearing Nerves'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SJPELy1tTvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/lqTLza6WwI0/s72-c/nervousagain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-459188397217658955</id><published>2008-08-07T11:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:02:16.225Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4mp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Unconventional Conventions</title><summary type='text'>Uncertain of our ability to spot one another in a crowd, he told me he'd be wearing a pink tuxedo shirt, black vest, and black pants. I donned a black cocktail dress, diamond tennis bracelet, and my sexiest black stilettos.And I met The Butler at Dairy Queen.   Getting dolled up for ice cream was a quirky little two-fold treat. I liked that his suggestion turned the mundane into an event, of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/459188397217658955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=459188397217658955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/459188397217658955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/459188397217658955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/unconventional-conventions.html' title='Unconventional Conventions'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SJPAQt9bvPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oaxoa2UvwTU/s72-c/TheButler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-2026283015037208949</id><published>2008-08-06T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:02:16.593Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4mp'/><title type='text'>Vagabond Vance: Getting into the Game</title><summary type='text'>Glistening a bit and slightly out of breath from general hustle and outdoor exertion, I pushed through the revolving doors of our designated meeting place. Scanning the sparsely populous room, I zeroed in on the lone guy reading a book and headed his way. Vagabond Vance was actually better looking in person than in his pictures. (I had to bite my tongue on mentioning that one.) He'd invited me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2026283015037208949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=2026283015037208949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2026283015037208949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2026283015037208949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/vagabond-vance-getting-into-game.html' title='Vagabond Vance: Getting into the Game'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SJM8amO9hMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OpZvElf36rQ/s72-c/Vagabond+Vance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3570022037583986952</id><published>2008-08-05T11:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:02:00.787Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Willing to Compromise</title><summary type='text'>Boy Blue called me the day after we first met to ask if I would accompany him to his sister's out-of-town wedding in a few weeks. He said wanted to give me adequate time to buy a dress, if needed, and didn't want to extend a last-minute invitation.I told him we could discuss it on our next date (which, after consulting our calendars for a mutually agreeable evening, we determined couldn't be for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3570022037583986952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3570022037583986952' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3570022037583986952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3570022037583986952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/willing-to-compromise.html' title='Willing to Compromise'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SJNBczEXPsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/syDpnB-8SZ4/s72-c/talksleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7052735236450294400</id><published>2008-08-04T11:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:02:00.538Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m serious'/><title type='text'>Only Took Two Years to Drop This Guy</title><summary type='text'> I never learn.Despite the tough front I might put out for the purpose of venting and (I hope) entertaining in Ye Olde Bloglandville, I really must either be the dumbest bitch in existence and/or too gullible for any kind of good... or I just have this undying belief in the good within us all. (HA!)This Guy. First off (and I can't believe I never went here), we were supposed to meet up (many) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7052735236450294400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7052735236450294400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7052735236450294400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7052735236450294400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/only-took-two-years-to-drop-this-guy.html' title='Only Took Two Years to Drop This Guy'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SJNSXwaHggI/AAAAAAAAAWE/seStLVjR5QY/s72-c/alwayslate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-4340379832788299900</id><published>2008-07-31T11:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:02:00.294Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4mp'/><title type='text'>Embarking upon a Romantic Science</title><summary type='text'>So, you'd like to know more about Cindy Lu's Four-Man Plan, eh? (Oh, you didn't? Well... you're kind of in the wrong spot at the moment... But, really, stay... have a listen. It's interesting at least.)    So, this is the thing about The Four-Man Plan: A Romantic Science... It's a plan. With rules. And a graph. And I don't think I'm at liberty to give all of it away (Ms. Lu might actually, yanno,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4340379832788299900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=4340379832788299900' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4340379832788299900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4340379832788299900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/embarking-upon-romantic-science.html' title='Embarking upon a Romantic Science'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SI1LCSBcCEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yMkIGOCjxek/s72-c/mantris_072708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-2196865394866791971</id><published>2008-07-30T08:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:02:00.468Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Looking for the Last Person I'll Ever Start Dating</title><summary type='text'>Boy Blue was balls-out from message one. After the obligatory commentary on my profile and a compliment or two for good measure, he went straight for the kill: Interested in meeting up? I liked his nerve in asking right up front, and I liked that he claimed to have interests other than sitting on his expanding bum. So I agreed to a Friday night dinner-and-a-movie* outing with the 32-year-old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2196865394866791971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=2196865394866791971' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2196865394866791971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2196865394866791971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-for-last-person-ill-ever-start.html' title='Looking for the Last Person I&apos;ll Ever Start Dating'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SI098_hiGtI/AAAAAAAAAVM/u66dR3dJhZ8/s72-c/dragonsarethefuture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-8495769096702011325</id><published>2008-07-29T08:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:02:00.338Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Now, Boys, Don't Get Your Undies in a Wad</title><summary type='text'>Oooh, oooh! Seems the menfolk are all up-in-arms about me playing this game by some rules. (Yay for controversy!)So... here's my response to your comments/questions/rants about yesterday's Rules of Engagement post.  My reasoning for using the rules in question is as follows...Why I wait to respond to messages:Thing is, I want to be out dating and having fun. Trying new things. Making adventures </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8495769096702011325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=8495769096702011325' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8495769096702011325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8495769096702011325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-boys-dont-get-your-undies-in-wad.html' title='Now, Boys, Don&apos;t Get Your Undies in a Wad'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SI4rjf6eOzI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0qPaXh4N1aY/s72-c/letsbringinaconsultant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3480144172308773583</id><published>2008-07-28T08:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:02:00.449Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4mp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Some Rules of Engagement</title><summary type='text'>So, we're about a week into this dating site membership, and I'm going back and forth via email (and, on rare occasion, chat) with several guys. I've been out with one of them, and my calendar reflects a few more meetings lined up for the next week.I'm playing by some (loose) rules on the correspondence front for the moment, which include (but are not necessarily limited to):- I respond to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3480144172308773583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3480144172308773583' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3480144172308773583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3480144172308773583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-rules-of-engagement.html' title='Some Rules of Engagement'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SI0a2g0qShI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Uc1QE-fmAGQ/s72-c/justplayingthegame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-9016426335080945906</id><published>2008-07-21T07:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:22:50.489Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>Back to It...</title><summary type='text'>As a result of some recent and questionable decisions and behavior on my part, I feel now is the appropriate time to thrust myself back into the realm of dating. I made a resolution this year to make healthy choices. So far, the most obvious result of this has to be (if I may toot my own horn) a rather remarkable physical transformation. While this more tangible change was (and is) definitely a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9016426335080945906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=9016426335080945906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/9016426335080945906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/9016426335080945906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-it.html' title='Back to It...'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SIOhXd3aOsI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Mt7S7XK43Uk/s72-c/itjustdidntfeelright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-9099544889353544095</id><published>2008-07-18T07:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:02:00.508Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I Stole Your Girlfriend</title><summary type='text'>If you hadn't realized before, it must have become pretty clear to you just last night, when she dropped the bomb. I stole your girlfriend.  You didn't even make it difficult for me. I didn't have to try. All I had to do was have fun with her to open her eyes to exactly how inadequate your services rendered were.    I didn't set out to steal her away. In fact, it never even crossed my mind. Your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9099544889353544095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=9099544889353544095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/9099544889353544095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/9099544889353544095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-stole-your-girlfriend.html' title='I Stole Your Girlfriend'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SH-zjopdUaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/A6ZifbKpQXY/s72-c/imgladyouremyfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7999003424573495606</id><published>2008-07-10T13:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:12:56.382Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Breaking Even</title><summary type='text'>Still bleary-eyed and barely functional, I focused on putting one foot in front of the other, my body struggling against gravity and inertia as I made my way to the 7-11 for requisite a.m. caffeine and nicotine.Mere steps from my destination, I placed one foot on the sidewalk, haphazardly taking a path across the cross-hatched metal I would normally go to great lengths to avoid. The steel grates </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7999003424573495606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7999003424573495606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7999003424573495606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7999003424573495606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/breaking-even.html' title='Breaking Even'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SHYSXqGnpRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xCdd8xE41gg/s72-c/idontneedwingstofly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-320593762822530563</id><published>2008-07-08T07:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:48:00.976Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>New Rule: One Strike</title><summary type='text'>In a somewhat noteworthy turn of events this weekend, I was approached (separately) by two (seemingly available) guys.Each sent me a drink from his bartender friend and came over to chat a bit later. Both received my number before we parted ways.I met G1 Thursday. (G1 = Fun and easy to talk to, somewhat older, somewhat full of himself, and almost certainly a pathological liar.*) He said he'd call</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/320593762822530563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=320593762822530563' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/320593762822530563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/320593762822530563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-rule-one-strike.html' title='New Rule: One Strike'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SHKGqMpbE2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/M8POX01YbAY/s72-c/youmadeamistake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7439778970658916110</id><published>2008-07-01T06:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-07-01T06:56:59.841Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perverts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the daily grind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>One of These Things is Not Like the Other</title><summary type='text'> Coworker #1: Why can't your party be a pool party?  Belle: Because I don't have a pool.  Coworker #1: Damn. I missed my chance to see Belle in a bikini.Belle: Um, you and everyone else... I don't wear a bikini...   Coworker #2: So... what's the age of consent in Mississippi?   Belle: Gross, CW2! Why do you want to know?!?!?!   Coworker #3: Belle, I appreciate you.  Belle: Thank you, CW3. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7439778970658916110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7439778970658916110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7439778970658916110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7439778970658916110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-these-things-is-not-like-other.html' title='One of These Things is Not Like the Other'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SGjXQDpsvjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IIjM0pAsSGc/s72-c/youreawkwardbutitscute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-2105798068543560007</id><published>2008-06-27T14:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:44:11.850Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><title type='text'>AT&amp;T Revisited</title><summary type='text'>I plundered through my enormous summer bag as the tune emanating from my phone increased with each repetition. Finally laying hands on the shiny, mirrored device, I noted that the number wasn't familiar as I accepted the call. The female voice on the other end seemed uncertain. Even timid, perhaps. Belle? she asked. When I affirmed my identity, she claimed to be calling from AT&amp;T to follow up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2105798068543560007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=2105798068543560007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2105798068543560007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2105798068543560007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-revisited.html' title='AT&amp;T Revisited'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SGT75iHDN9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/B1to6kB9yB4/s72-c/thegoodnews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-6110626336824270800</id><published>2008-06-20T07:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:03:01.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>AT&amp;T Can Kiss My Lily White Ass</title><summary type='text'>The recorded upbeat female voice emanating from my phone informs me of the myriad exclusive benefits I can enjoy from my wireless company. The "benefit" she's harping on now - Smart Limits - is the very one I'm on hold to complain about.A few weeks ago, I started receiving text forwards from a number I didn't recognize. Taking into account the content of the messages and the area code, I presumed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6110626336824270800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=6110626336824270800' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6110626336824270800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6110626336824270800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-can-kiss-my-lily-white-ass.html' title='AT&amp;T Can Kiss My Lily White Ass'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SFqgGXAkyKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4w8t_iUGmPU/s72-c/Idroppedmycellphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-4060470462379652098</id><published>2008-06-03T07:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:41:31.337Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><title type='text'>To Pheromone or Not To Pheromone?</title><summary type='text'>A brown-bagged, unchilled bottle of BB's favorite vintage in hand, I step out into the sunlit parking lot and start toward my ride. Noting how the bright day only enhances the many layers of grime, I try to remember the last time anyone but Mother Nature has given it a wash."Drive a truck, huh?" I glance up to see the curious owner of the voice sitting in a car several spots down."Yep," I reply </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4060470462379652098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=4060470462379652098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4060470462379652098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4060470462379652098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-pheromone-or-not-to-pheromone.html' title='To Pheromone or Not To Pheromone?'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SERIJuIssVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KmUx5DZopos/s72-c/Banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-5359098763149807439</id><published>2008-05-19T02:59:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:07:50.123Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Creepballs &amp; The Impending Shunning</title><summary type='text'>Some random dude on my friends' list starting chatting with me the other day. Unable to remember exactly who he was, I checked out his profile and saw that he's engaged to an acquaintance from college.   His chat was friendly at first, and he referenced several of the parties I threw in college (Toga, anyone?), so I continued the seemingly innocuous thread while wiling away some of the workday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5359098763149807439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=5359098763149807439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5359098763149807439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5359098763149807439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/creepballs-impending-shunning.html' title='Creepballs &amp; The Impending Shunning'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SDDt2fKRr7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/xh6UzDAq4_0/s72-c/dontcallme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-6663701103609218508</id><published>2008-04-14T18:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:06:26.592Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheaters'/><title type='text'>Shady Vet Dude, or Sometimes Smart Women Make Stupid Choices</title><summary type='text'>I got popped by my management office several ago for not having Greatest Puss in the World on the books. Needing the green light from a local vet to get everything in order, I played darts with the yellow pages, booked an appointment, forced the fighting Puss into his carrier, and arrived just in time to get the Puss his shots and myself into a little mess.Shady Vet Dude started in with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6663701103609218508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=6663701103609218508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6663701103609218508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6663701103609218508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/shady-vet-dude-or-sometimes-smart-women.html' title='Shady Vet Dude, or Sometimes Smart Women Make Stupid Choices'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/SAObyXYCUiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/j-WogvpdGks/s72-c/imprettymuchlikeagenius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3077173701896884045</id><published>2008-03-24T16:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:08:03.509Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NRA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Belle's Love Life (In 60 Seconds or Less)</title><summary type='text'>In the realm of the dating world, I've got little to say. Let's have some bullets, shall we?  NRA IMed me yesterday. His "Happy Easter," I'm proud to say, garnered no response. [Big-Name Dating Site] nearly revoked its offer, then came back with it, and now I'm stalling. (Explanation to follow.)I had another one of those dreams about Mr. Chill and am currently avoiding eye contact. Dammit. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3077173701896884045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3077173701896884045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3077173701896884045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3077173701896884045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/belles-love-life-in-60-seconds-or-less.html' title='Belle&apos;s Love Life (In 60 Seconds or Less)'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R-fRn-A2llI/AAAAAAAAATs/j2JafD0UBx4/s72-c/hereiam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-496711860137615096</id><published>2008-03-07T15:43:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:00:22.212Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Worst-Case Scenarios: The Proposal*</title><summary type='text'>  He goes home with you this      summer, and, without speaking to you before hand, proposes at dinner in      front of the whole family, addressing, of course, your father throughout      his entire speech. (Oh, yeah, and he has no ring…)      You’re on the bus, and a huge      hairy man with BO is standing just so that his sweat-drenched arm pit is      positioned right in front of your face. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/496711860137615096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=496711860137615096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/496711860137615096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/496711860137615096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/worst-case-scenarios-proposal.html' title='Worst-Case Scenarios: &lt;i&gt;The Proposal&lt;/i&gt;*'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R9Fiy4uBDEI/AAAAAAAAATk/Lri5LFXjcUc/s72-c/withoutyouimcompletelyincomplete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7372142065958844686</id><published>2008-02-20T14:29:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:54:02.837Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>[Big-Name Dating Site] Users Beware</title><summary type='text'>I just received the following message:Anti Belle,As a lifestyle blogger, we’ve selected you as one of an exclusive group of bloggers who are invited to post about your dating experiences while using [Big-Name Dating Site]. To help you get started, I want to offer you a three month trial membership to [Big-Name Dating Site].  This is a great chance for you to expand your dating possibilities by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7372142065958844686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7372142065958844686' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7372142065958844686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7372142065958844686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-name-dating-site-users-beware.html' title='[Big-Name Dating Site] Users Beware'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R7w-cuv3BXI/AAAAAAAAATU/m_kd2N8tCZw/s72-c/imnotqualified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1701686055865682974</id><published>2008-02-14T15:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:30:23.424Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><title type='text'>Jerry Masterson, age 8, is My Hero.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1701686055865682974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1701686055865682974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1701686055865682974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1701686055865682974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/jerry-masterson-age-8-is-my-hero.html' title='Jerry Masterson, age 8, is My Hero.'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R7ReV-v3BWI/AAAAAAAAATM/4Kvp6_YQqHU/s72-c/vdayEffed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1667913923489364574</id><published>2008-02-12T01:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:26:35.906Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty threats'/><title type='text'>I kid! I kid!</title><summary type='text'>LADirtyDisco: What are your plans for Valentine's Day? Belle: Well, I don't have a gun, so probably not suicide. LADirtyDisco: I love that you said probably.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1667913923489364574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1667913923489364574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1667913923489364574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1667913923489364574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-kid-i-kid.html' title='I kid! I kid!'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R7D1F-v3BVI/AAAAAAAAATE/OVAfvt6uBk4/s72-c/youarethereasonigetupeveryday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1354697183587687608</id><published>2008-02-04T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:36:25.959Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>The Dreams Again: Angry Much?</title><summary type='text'>Q: So what does it say about your Monday when your alarm interrupts a dream in which you're yelling, "I hate you! Get out of my life! I hate you!" to a person who plays prominently in your daily life? A: Mondays ain't shit. Q: And, when you later see that person, do you let the dream affect the way you deal with him/her? A: Obviously.Q: And what will others say when you relate the dream? A: ...Q:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1354697183587687608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1354697183587687608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1354697183587687608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1354697183587687608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreams-again-angry-much.html' title='The Dreams Again: Angry Much?'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R6d1kYVOO9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/9oy2Sm99sy8/s72-c/ilikeyoubutatthesametimeihateyou.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1591152136779050860</id><published>2008-01-30T14:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:14:03.673Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Auditory Hallucinations</title><summary type='text'>NPR aired a segment yesterday morning about people who have auditory hallucinations. A woman who is pretty much deaf one day heard a terrible racket, and then started hearing music. It was all in her head. And a guy who was bored on a sailing trip started hearing heavy metal. All, of course, in his head.So, what, every time I get a song stuck in my head, I'm having auditory hallucinations? Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1591152136779050860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1591152136779050860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1591152136779050860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1591152136779050860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/auditory-hallucinations.html' title='Auditory Hallucinations'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-2105219442120523884</id><published>2008-01-29T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:58:37.683Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on the State of the Union</title><summary type='text'>Nancy Pelosi needs to get some new mascara. And take care of her blinking problem.(What? I didn't say they were profound thoughts.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2105219442120523884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=2105219442120523884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2105219442120523884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2105219442120523884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/thoughts-on-state-of-union.html' title='Thoughts on the State of the Union'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R58-wIVOO8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/pEzBqHgV1CM/s72-c/whywonttheyjustlook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-4769104637706538281</id><published>2008-01-18T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:46:08.955Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>I said I wouldn't say it...</title><summary type='text'>... But d'ya know how I realized I'm getting old?How was your birthday?...Well, I didn't take off any clothes, dance on any elevated surfaces, or make out with any strangers, so, all-in-all, it was pretty good. Yep.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4769104637706538281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=4769104637706538281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4769104637706538281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4769104637706538281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-said-i-wouldnt-say-it.html' title='I said I wouldn&apos;t say it...'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R5Eq0jE_57I/AAAAAAAAASs/yl87FX7lgzY/s72-c/growup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-6088699995292288848</id><published>2007-12-18T01:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T03:16:19.913Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the daily grind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>So Much for Professionalism</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been spending time in the blogosphere lately because I've been working on advancing my career.*I've been devoting almost all of my working hours (and then some) to a difficult project with asinine clients. The guy doing most of the work for the project (thereby working closely with me) pretty much keeps to himself. Mr. Chill speaks only when necessary. Gives looks that make people think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6088699995292288848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=6088699995292288848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6088699995292288848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6088699995292288848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-much-for-professionalism.html' title='So Much for Professionalism'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R2co3zE_54I/AAAAAAAAASU/Bt3CbLGeXFQ/s72-c/southerngirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7515837336252458590</id><published>2007-11-30T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-30T14:44:02.260Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>I was robbed by two men.</title><summary type='text'>And... I am allergic to penicillin. Hasta la vista, Baby.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7515837336252458590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7515837336252458590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7515837336252458590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7515837336252458590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-robbed-by-two-men.html' title='I was robbed by two men.'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7710669763804361850</id><published>2007-11-28T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:49:51.772Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the daily grind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Own It</title><summary type='text'>"When I'm wrong, I say I'm wrong." - Jake Houseman, Dirty DancingMaybe watching Dirty Dancing as a kid enough times to memorize every line, facial expression, outfit, and set had a little more of effect on me than producing mass quantities of drool and daydreams of a wedding to Patrick Swayze.I recently recalled Dr. Houseman's apology to Johnnie at the end of the movie and realized I'm one of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7710669763804361850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7710669763804361850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7710669763804361850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7710669763804361850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/own-it.html' title='Own It'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R03T07GYOsI/AAAAAAAAASE/TWRlvpLaZp0/s72-c/DrHouseman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7465967637744566289</id><published>2007-11-27T15:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:16:01.218Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m serious'/><title type='text'>Things I've done since that pathetic post about my cat</title><summary type='text'>So I went and posted about my pet for the first time, then I abandoned all things blog  and left pictures of my cat as the main damn thing on this here site for a solid month.   I'm not apologizing for my absence, 'cause, really, who cares? What I am going to do is pay penance for getting all cheesy and leaving a scandal-less post up for an inordinate amount of time to greet the masses (okay, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7465967637744566289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7465967637744566289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7465967637744566289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7465967637744566289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-ive-done-since-that-pathetic.html' title='Things I&apos;ve done since that pathetic post about my cat'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R0xByLGYOrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fUtxtpuA1mw/s72-c/OrdidIJustBlowYourMind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7151469642324510583</id><published>2007-11-27T15:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:40:30.797Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Nice 'n' Crazy</title><summary type='text'>Boy: [blah, blah, blah] ... you're nice. Belle: Umm... Have you met me? I'm a bitch. Boy: No, you're always nice. ... Except when you're crazy. Belle: Fair enough. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7151469642324510583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7151469642324510583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7151469642324510583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7151469642324510583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/nice-n-crazy.html' title='Nice &apos;n&apos; Crazy'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/R0w5bLGYOqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wx4p0AXQHvU/s72-c/snakepox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-4796825336051306771</id><published>2007-10-26T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:51:21.364Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>One Unhappy Puss in Boots</title><summary type='text'>I awoke two Sundays ago with an ass in my face. (It's not that uncommon, really. One of my favorite Puss in Boots' favorite pastimes includes arranging himself in such a manner that his ass and my head are in close proximity and perfectly aligned.)When I reached around to give The Puss the attention he demanded, he moved toward the window above my bed with a bit less stealth and grace than he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4796825336051306771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=4796825336051306771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4796825336051306771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4796825336051306771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-unhappy-puss-in-boots.html' title='One Unhappy Puss in Boots'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RyHoKk-qLmI/AAAAAAAAARU/JhXjPPJO3xQ/s72-c/Regal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3410310362905615515</id><published>2007-10-11T16:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:21:56.221Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>What more could you need?</title><summary type='text'>Green Lantern: omg omgGreen Lantern:  :-)Belle:  What?! What?!Green Lantern:  I want a Wii!Belle:  ME TOO!Belle:  Well, really I want to date a boy who has a Wii. Green Lantern:  Then you'd have the Wii AND the Sex. Green Lantern:  What more could you need?Belle:  Exactly. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3410310362905615515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3410310362905615515' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3410310362905615515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3410310362905615515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-more-could-you-need.html' title='What more could you need?'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rw5M7IN971I/AAAAAAAAARM/QXeSTtUPe2Q/s72-c/yellowbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3631799697444433568</id><published>2007-10-04T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:09:00.920Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Safety Through Omission</title><summary type='text'>Belle: Serial Killer is asking me to tell him what his best and worst qualities are. Green Lantern: Uh oh. Belle: Can I tell him I was afraid he'd chop me into bits if I let him know where I lived, but, other than that, he seemed like a perfectly nice guy? Green Lantern: Don't agitate him!Belle: hehe...Belle: Ugh. Now he told me mine... Green Lantern: What? That you lied about having a boyfriend?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3631799697444433568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3631799697444433568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3631799697444433568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3631799697444433568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/safety-through-omission.html' title='Safety Through Omission'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RwTzM2BhtnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/t-c7w8bwAZU/s72-c/areyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-2955506342202087726</id><published>2007-10-03T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:23:59.834Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Drink Pepsi</title><summary type='text'>    Fuck you, MajorSodaCorporation "Rewards" Site.      And, for that matter, fuck you, MajorSodaCorporation.*            I wasn't even drinking your brand exclusively until I got sucked in and started entering your stupid codes on your stupid site. I lived in relative peace, blissfully ignorant of the heinous crimes perpetrated against your customers by your stupid fucking so-called "Rewards" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2955506342202087726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=2955506342202087726' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2955506342202087726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2955506342202087726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/drink-pepsi.html' title='Drink Pepsi'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RwPV8WBhtmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PrEDHsCy844/s72-c/soda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-8691352771087108027</id><published>2007-09-24T17:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:25:01.013Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='y&apos;all'/><title type='text'>Thanks, Y'all</title><summary type='text'>I'm back from the 'Sip. All went well. Thank you for your kind words and sympathy. After a weekend of relative solitude, I'm getting back into the swing of things.(For the sake of my sanity, however, I'm not trying to play catch-up in the blogosphere... although I do hate the thought of missing out on your brilliant posts.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8691352771087108027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=8691352771087108027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8691352771087108027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8691352771087108027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/thanks-yall.html' title='Thanks, Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1042747054909512849</id><published>2007-09-24T17:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:20:38.152Z</updated><title type='text'>I</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1042747054909512849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1042747054909512849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1042747054909512849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1042747054909512849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1262755497611002722</id><published>2007-09-17T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:23:07.090Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Loss</title><summary type='text'>We knew it was coming for a long time, but that doesn't make it easy. My Granny died yesterday.The doctors have been giving her a week to live for the last three years. She was a tough cookie and fought to stick it out. Although we shared no DNA, I was closer to her than my biological grandparents.I haven't quite wrapped my brain around it. I'm heading to The 'Sip tomorrow for the services. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1262755497611002722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1262755497611002722' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1262755497611002722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1262755497611002722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Ru7TGFEBpqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CjhVJpuNWc4/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1981381847881210927</id><published>2007-09-13T17:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:19:34.831Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><title type='text'>Stereotypes Shattered</title><summary type='text'>The wedding this weekend was a jolly good time. The quick drop-in with the family was decent, if not perfect. (No tears were shed - yay!)I might get around to posting some more, but for the moment I'm just going to share a story.The Bouquet and the Garterby: BelleOnce upon a time, there was a wedding. The freshly married couple had danced their first dance and cut their cake. The toasts had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1981381847881210927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1981381847881210927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1981381847881210927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1981381847881210927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/stereotypes-shattered.html' title='Stereotypes Shattered'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7937989448106548433</id><published>2007-09-11T12:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:17:05.813Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Guess those pedicures are paying off</title><summary type='text'>Elevator Guy: You know, there are certain things you can say and certain things you can't say, but this is a compliment. You have beautiful feet.Belle: Thank you. Sometimes, mornings are nice.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7937989448106548433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7937989448106548433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7937989448106548433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7937989448106548433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/guess-those-pedicures-are-paying-off.html' title='Guess those pedicures are paying off'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RuaGkwNnyuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZrII1CHI5zM/s72-c/itwasnice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-6717583598925910066</id><published>2007-09-06T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:45:17.731Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fake It 'Til You Make It</title><summary type='text'>I think I mentioned this potential promotion(?)/job change thing a while back. Well, the powers-that-be decided this week was a good one to throw me into the proverbial fire and see how I do with it.Nevermind that I'm set to start training for the position in a few weeks (read: I have absolutely no clue what the hell to do right now, today, while I'm in said fire). Nevermind that I have little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6717583598925910066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=6717583598925910066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6717583598925910066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6717583598925910066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/fake-it-til-you-make-it.html' title='Fake It &apos;Til You Make It'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-724648849162549791</id><published>2007-09-05T15:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:22:26.732Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>The Forest and the Trees</title><summary type='text'>Remember my Open Letter? Yeah, well, that friend told me recently the letter could've just as accurately been addressed to the guy I'd been seeing. It took me a moment to recover from the verbal bitch-slap*, but she was right. And  now he's gone.   Sometimes you're just too fucking close to the situation to get any perspective.That's why your friends are there to tell you you're being an idiot. *</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/724648849162549791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=724648849162549791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/724648849162549791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/724648849162549791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/forest-and-trees.html' title='The Forest and the Trees'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rt7IdQNnytI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MxOGhJt4SKw/s72-c/hurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-2260413703712380922</id><published>2007-09-04T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:17:54.767Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>I Can Be Accommodating</title><summary type='text'>... if you know how to ask.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2260413703712380922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=2260413703712380922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2260413703712380922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2260413703712380922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-can-be-accommodating.html' title='I Can Be Accommodating'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rt3LHANnysI/AAAAAAAAAQU/f2zfH-Iqg1E/s72-c/travelbuddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-6641110037248313633</id><published>2007-08-31T20:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:51:08.761Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Props for Pops</title><summary type='text'>                        I reached for the ringing hand set and glanced at the Caller ID. Father. Bracing myself for bad news, I answered guardedly.As soon as it became clear that no one was dead, I relaxed. Breathed a little easier.It still makes me nervous when he calls, I would tell Roommate later.I vividly remember the first time I ever got a phone call from Father. Which isn't really that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6641110037248313633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=6641110037248313633' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6641110037248313633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6641110037248313633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/props-for-pops.html' title='Props for Pops'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rth-bgNnyrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aCwC7Ocy0KE/s72-c/talk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-8740759128496159179</id><published>2007-08-31T03:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:21:42.322Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craigslist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>teh wrst spelr</title><summary type='text'>The following is a random IM conversation from last night. Enjoy.tehWrstSpelr: hi belle: hi. Who is this? tehWrstSpelr: u happen to be on my buddy list and I wanted to find out the same thing too tehWrstSpelr: lol tehWrstSpelr: im thewrstspelr* tehWrstSpelr: U? belle: thewrstspelr? belle: Belle tehWrstSpelr: Yup tehWrstSpelr: Hi Belle belle: hi tehWrstSpelr: R u in Dc? belle: yes. how old are you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8740759128496159179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=8740759128496159179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8740759128496159179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8740759128496159179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/teh-wrst-spelr.html' title='teh wrst spelr'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rtg-0gNnyqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q5S3U71kv4o/s72-c/latetired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-5779250016711324038</id><published>2007-08-29T16:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:15:31.169Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='y&apos;all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>If you can't say anything nice...</title><summary type='text'>This weekend, I did something drastic.I went into a salon*, picked a shade, and told a woman I'd never met to make my strawberry blond(ish) locks a deep shade of brunette.The results are somewhat darker than what I'd chosen. (Read: Nearly black.)The stylist's first words to me, before I even commented? It's not my fault! That's the color you picked! (Way to make me feel confident and fall in love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5779250016711324038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=5779250016711324038' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5779250016711324038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/5779250016711324038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-cant-say-anything-nice.html' title='If you can&apos;t say anything nice...'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RtWe4wNnypI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HXe4-MfJ98M/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-253012230479076992</id><published>2007-08-27T15:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:51:08.532Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='y&apos;all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m serious'/><title type='text'>It's a Matter of Equality</title><summary type='text'>I've said it before, and I'll say it again... If marriage is to continue to be recognized by the U.S. government, the right to enter into those unions should be available to every adult U.S. citizen. Sexual orientation should not be a factor in the equation. This is a basic civil rights issue. I'm not going to keep going on about it. Sign The Human Rights Campaign Petition.I believe that all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/253012230479076992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=253012230479076992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/253012230479076992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/253012230479076992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-matter-of-equality.html' title='It&apos;s a Matter of Equality'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RtLuKwNnyoI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iPSMrrz7J3g/s72-c/thatboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-8705736631738110144</id><published>2007-08-24T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:05:51.330Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Bloodsucking Bitches</title><summary type='text'>The swampy, marshy southernmost regions of The 'Sip are year-round breeding grounds for mosquitoes. There might be a few weeks of sweet reprieve from the vicious, bloodsucking pests in January or February, when temperatures occasionally dip low enough to kill off that 'other state bird.' Other than that, you've got no choice but to soak yourself in repellent before stepping outside and invest in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8705736631738110144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=8705736631738110144' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8705736631738110144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8705736631738110144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/bloodsucking-bitches.html' title='Bloodsucking Bitches'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rs8chgNnynI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MgGbBbEutUk/s72-c/bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-6096651606012702136</id><published>2007-08-23T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:52:49.989Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m serious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Open Letter to a Short, Jerky Twatwaddle*</title><summary type='text'>Here's the thing, man...If your behavior is directly and negatively affecting someone I care about and I manage to make you feel like crap for making that person feel like crap, I'm glad. Yeah, that's right. I'm glad I put you in a worse mood than you were already in. You deserved that, at the very least.I didn't like you the first time I met you. Despite my efforts at civility during our ensuing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6096651606012702136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=6096651606012702136' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6096651606012702136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6096651606012702136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/open-letter-to-short-jerky-twatwaddle.html' title='Open Letter to a Short, Jerky Twatwaddle*'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rs7TYQNnymI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-T_IcLyD-_s/s72-c/nevercomeback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-8321122241900244576</id><published>2007-08-09T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:19:52.010Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><title type='text'>Something Awkward This Way Comes</title><summary type='text'>Travel Buddy: He only talked to you because he liked your boobs.  Belle: Oh, thanks. You're saying there's nothing else about me that would ever make a guy want to talk to me?  Travel Buddy: Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying.  Belle: You're a bastard. A few weeks ago, Ms. Potato* came up with the grand idea of finding an establishment at which we might quench our burning desire to play The Skee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8321122241900244576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=8321122241900244576' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8321122241900244576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8321122241900244576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-awkward-this-way-comes.html' title='Something Awkward This Way Comes'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RrtWr2P0nhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/znEreDgRq0M/s72-c/goaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-6833897850474570809</id><published>2007-08-07T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:56:32.195Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><title type='text'>LNS Didn't Bring It</title><summary type='text'>Travel Buddy: There are going to be a lot of douchebags at this party. Belle: This is D.C. I'll show you 10 guys, and if you can point to five of them who aren't douchebags, I'll give you a hundred bucks. Travel Buddy: Good point.The driver stopped in front of the white brick house. That's it. With the exception of a few shadows visible in the window, the house seemed somewhat lifeless. BB: It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6833897850474570809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=6833897850474570809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6833897850474570809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6833897850474570809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/travel-buddy-there-are-going-to-be-lot.html' title='LNS Didn&apos;t Bring It'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RrjIv2P0ngI/AAAAAAAAAPU/j3dwmETgt1Y/s72-c/crowded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3263737626816375491</id><published>2007-07-31T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:48:09.836Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m serious'/><title type='text'>What a Happy Ending</title><summary type='text'>Last week, I realized I had poison ivy.  My first reaction was something along the lines of "shitfuckshitgoddamnmotherfuckshit." You see, I have a long, terrible history with the dreaded rash. Every summer for as long as I can remember, I have  been plagued by that demon plant's poison oil. Apparently, one of the genetic endowments from Father was an incredibly high sensitivity to urushiol. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3263737626816375491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3263737626816375491' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3263737626816375491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3263737626816375491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-happy-ending.html' title='What a Happy Ending'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq-L1Oa_0hI/AAAAAAAAAOs/iY4JTqUNlHk/s72-c/poisonIvy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-2007543114093510510</id><published>2007-07-24T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:32:59.038Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m serious'/><title type='text'>A Little Addition Goes a Long Way</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of VVKFor future reference:1 Diver Down+5 Irish Car Bombs+3 Guinness+2 Glasses of UBFRDP*+3 Random vodka drinksVague recollections of exposing nipplage to a pierced and tattooed bar mate* Unidentified Beer From Random Dude's Pitcher</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2007543114093510510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=2007543114093510510' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2007543114093510510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/2007543114093510510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-addition-goes-long-way.html' title='A Little Addition Goes a Long Way'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RqlmHOa_0cI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0eZL8_H9Lls/s72-c/nipplage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3562777509425582059</id><published>2007-07-19T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:55:16.071Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Soul-Crushing Disappointment</title><summary type='text'>          This cracked me up.(And even while I was laughing, I had to give Drew and the crew at Left-Handed Toons major props for using the word tessellate and using it correctly.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3562777509425582059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3562777509425582059' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3562777509425582059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3562777509425582059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/soul-crushing-disappointment.html' title='Soul-Crushing Disappointment'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3206502574813345141</id><published>2007-07-19T03:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-19T03:50:23.613Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Braless, this time...</title><summary type='text'>An excerpt* from my IM with Roommate tonight. Roommate: We can look after you bring me home tomorrow night too. After I give you some of your goodies.Belle: Good god, your dad didn't pick bras out for me, did he?!?!Roommate: no- you're savedBelle: Thank god!Roommate: I think you really will like what he got you. I got one too. Already tried it out.Belle: Now I’m really scared.* Slightly edited to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3206502574813345141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3206502574813345141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3206502574813345141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3206502574813345141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/roommates-come-home-braless-this-time.html' title='Braless, this time...'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3365063577405713134</id><published>2007-07-17T16:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:18:21.011Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving Blows Goats</title><summary type='text'>Roommate wants to move. Her commute currently blows goats. Mine is about the same now as it was before my company moved, but our current location leaves some things to be desired. (Namely, a desirable location.)I've looked at exactly one place. Roommate is currently out of town, so she's looked at exactly zero, but she found the one I looked at.The house is old. As in almost a century old. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3365063577405713134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3365063577405713134' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3365063577405713134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3365063577405713134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving-blows-goats.html' title='Moving Blows Goats'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RpzrT0t3f0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/_ipUg3jGazw/s72-c/move.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3345043216457555400</id><published>2007-07-13T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:56:34.664Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><title type='text'>Adults Only!</title><summary type='text'>If you, like me, got a lower-than expected blog rating and are wondering what you might do to knock your site up to an adult-only entertainments level, my suggestion is to mix in about a dozen instances of the words shit, ass, and fucking in your next post.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3345043216457555400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3345043216457555400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3345043216457555400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3345043216457555400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/adults-only.html' title='Adults Only!'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-889123292845232827</id><published>2007-07-11T15:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:30:44.751Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='y&apos;all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m serious'/><title type='text'>Go. Speak. Now.</title><summary type='text'>Click here: savetheinternet.com.Fill out the form. Tell your story. Do your part.You have until July 16, so do it sooner, not later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/889123292845232827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=889123292845232827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/889123292845232827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/889123292845232827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/go-speak-now.html' title='Go. Speak. Now.'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-6537665501459225176</id><published>2007-07-10T20:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:24:31.545Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>That One Hair</title><summary type='text'>You know what I hate most about shaving?It's not that decent razors cost an arm and a leg. It's not the sometimes tedious task of lathering my legs - effectively half of my body - with slimy goop that junks up the tub, making me have to haul out the Comet and get on my knees much more frequently than would otherwise be necessary. It's not raking a sharp blade across my sensitive skin. It's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6537665501459225176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=6537665501459225176' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6537665501459225176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6537665501459225176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/that-one-hair.html' title='That One Hair'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RpPp75WG22I/AAAAAAAAANs/4rrvkicRTIU/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-598098464633520455</id><published>2007-07-10T02:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:28:34.640Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doubt'/><title type='text'>Should I Be This Scared?</title><summary type='text'>I've found myself flying pretty much solo at several social events in the past two weeks. Well, three, to be exact.At the first*, a happy hour, I met a few people (4). I talked easily to the first soon after entering the bar. The others I met a little later. Two of them said they would offer their expertise in the apartment hunt (so far, one has). The last vowed to join me and a new associate in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/598098464633520455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=598098464633520455' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/598098464633520455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/598098464633520455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/should-i-be-this-scared.html' title='Should I Be This Scared?'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RpLpTpWG21I/AAAAAAAAANk/BaFCmVMHyno/s72-c/scared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-747618679837846596</id><published>2007-07-09T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:45:04.940Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Some Notes on the Office Move</title><summary type='text'>- Changing one address to another on 400+ pages of my company's extremely convoluted Web site is slightly more therapeutically mind-numbing and less annoyingly nerve-wracking than I initially predicted. I will probably be at this for the better part of the week.- Despite the office move being delayed numerous times for a total of several months, not one of the floors of our new space is what we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/747618679837846596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=747618679837846596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/747618679837846596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/747618679837846596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-notes-on-office-move.html' title='Some Notes on the Office Move'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RpKXoZWG20I/AAAAAAAAANc/mi6QC0sfP7o/s72-c/worktheory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1809365419534505593</id><published>2007-07-03T18:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:26:46.710Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craigslist'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Feeling</title><summary type='text'>Know what made my day today? Going to CL and realizing I hadn't been in so long that I hadn't visited the site once on my (months-old) new laptop.The only purple-'cause-I-clicked-it link is for apartments. Yeah, that's right, apartments.*There was a  time in the not-so-distant past when I would've gone through withdrawals if I didn't check the personals and whatnot every day or so. But it's been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1809365419534505593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1809365419534505593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1809365419534505593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1809365419534505593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/wonderful-feeling.html' title='A Wonderful Feeling'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RoqTipWG2zI/AAAAAAAAANU/YZjDXcoIbDQ/s72-c/Wonderful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-1785831686680551937</id><published>2007-07-03T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:42:53.459Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perverts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><title type='text'>Restricted</title><summary type='text'> Get your blog rating at Mingle2.And what earned me the illustrious R rating?These words:Dead (x9)    Death (x2)   Pissed (x 1)Where's the profanity??? I must be off my game lately.(Thanks to Arjewtino for the link.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1785831686680551937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=1785831686680551937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1785831686680551937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/1785831686680551937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/restricted.html' title='Restricted'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-4706078233018237545</id><published>2007-06-29T17:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:17:13.549Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Celebrating The Moms</title><summary type='text'>The Moms: Well, I'm pretty boring and stable. You know I don't have much gossip for you or anything.Belle: Stable...  Be proud of that! It's an achievement! And it is.Today marks the momentous occasion 53 years ago that brought The Moms into this world. Whatever our differences might be, I have to give the woman some credit for all she's done for herself (and for me) in this life. Since our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4706078233018237545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=4706078233018237545' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4706078233018237545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/4706078233018237545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/celebrating-moms.html' title='Celebrating The Moms'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RoU7L5WG2yI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZL4JgZYfoyo/s72-c/change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-7598716039345092569</id><published>2007-06-27T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:13:23.573Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><title type='text'>Season Closers</title><summary type='text'>Last night was my rec softball team's last for the season.  Ready for the tally?  2007 Season Games played: 9Games won: 1 Games lost: 8 Last Night Games played: 2 Players present: 12 Total innings played: 8Final scores: 14-26 &amp; 13-29 (That'd be Belle's team losing both times, obviously.) Teammates seen for the second time this season: 3 Teammates seen for the first time this season: 1 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7598716039345092569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=7598716039345092569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7598716039345092569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/7598716039345092569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/season-closers.html' title='Season Closers'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RoJ95pWG2xI/AAAAAAAAANE/iR4NodHFE4E/s72-c/power.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-3317871069640842079</id><published>2007-06-25T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:41:02.796Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Women are Dumpsters</title><summary type='text'>Belle's Colleague: We're remodeling, and I had a dumpster delivered this morning... Belle's Supervisor: Oh yeah? What's her name? (laughs)And they wonder why I rarely join them for lunch these days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3317871069640842079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=3317871069640842079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3317871069640842079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/3317871069640842079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/women-are-dumpsters.html' title='Women are Dumpsters'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RoFq8_IklGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dglm9w8Zbjs/s72-c/lunchpunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-6624514812406941248</id><published>2007-06-25T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-26T13:17:57.464Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Once and For All: The Serial Killer</title><summary type='text'>Even when I agreed to meet him with that "Oh, sure, maybe sometime..." that's so easy on the Internet, I wasn't exactly excited by the idea. Citing a general disdain for the dating world in general, I'd deleted my online profile and backed out of other dates for the same week, but I couldn't find a defensible reason to cancel with him when I found an actual meeting fast-approaching.  I agreed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6624514812406941248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=6624514812406941248' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6624514812406941248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/6624514812406941248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/once-and-for-all-serial-killer.html' title='Once and For All: The Serial Killer'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/RoAh5vIklFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AovSZV85piQ/s72-c/creepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35024194.post-8737065934034720129</id><published>2007-06-22T18:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:40:20.172Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Wit and Whatnot</title><summary type='text'>I got tagged last week for my second meme. Yay! I'd try for wit and whatnot, but the 2(.5) bottles of wine I consumed last night have severely infringed upon my abilities in that department. Rules: 1) Post the rules, then list 8 things about yourself.  2) At the end of the post, tag and link to 8 other people3) Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they've been tagged, and asking them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8737065934034720129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35024194&amp;postID=8737065934034720129' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8737065934034720129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35024194/posts/default/8737065934034720129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antibelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/wit-and-whatnot.html' title='Wit and Whatnot'/><author><name>Belle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712166397010249516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I4RvLNGJtyY/Rq1H_ua_0fI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h2t_-2qcYXM/s200/servicebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
