<?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-5182969</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:49:07.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>freckles and other necessary objects</title><subtitle type='html'>im turning this into a book or something.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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able to write regularly.il tandre neu recorded for the first time since christmas. it's sounds great.  we have a few things to work out, but its such fun.time to start living.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/116958564055741559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=116958564055741559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/116958564055741559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/116958564055741559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2007/01/short_23.html' title='short'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-116958563070337420</id><published>2007-01-23T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:53:50.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>short</title><summary type='text'>i'm not dead afterall.i've been without internet at my apartment.  pretty soon i'll be able to write regularly.il tandre neu recorded for the first time since christmas. it's sounds great.  we have a few things to work out, but its such fun.time to start living.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/116958563070337420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=116958563070337420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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lows.sometimes it's so hard to talk to you.on an unrelated subject, our apartment has flies.  where are they comming from?  i thought it might be the air conditioner.  maybe it's so powerful that it sucks them right out of the air outside, and shoots them into our place. iono?so i cut up a screen and taped it to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/115576110788758804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=115576110788758804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/115576110788758804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/115576110788758804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-warzone-out-there.html' title='it&apos;s a warzone out there.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-115324647014459558</id><published>2006-07-18T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T13:14:30.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>over it</title><summary type='text'>sometimes i don't know who i am anymore.can anyone else tell me?mario's nordstrom'ssushi wabiyou're so transparent.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/115324647014459558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=115324647014459558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/115324647014459558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/115324647014459558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2006/07/over-it.html' title='over it'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-114634745100674867</id><published>2006-04-29T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T16:54:56.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>upon deaf ears.</title><summary type='text'>it seems i've abandoned this online rant and rave of my life, but i've been lazy.  i've been quite down lately.  could be the weather today, or maybe i'm thinking too much.here's my rant:you used to run you hand up and down my back so i could sleep.you used to call me.you didn't even make me a card for my birthday. you told me that you were going to do something, and you haven't.you never do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/114634745100674867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=114634745100674867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/114634745100674867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/114634745100674867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2006/04/upon-deaf-ears.html' title='upon deaf ears.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-113548537751764598</id><published>2005-12-24T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:36:17.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>that is all.</title><summary type='text'>while i collect myself, i hear something draining.  from somewhere in the west.  a few aspects of this month to point out:the best is when you catch someone staring at themselves in the mirror while dancing.  with out a smile, as if he were in love.  it's hillarious.the worst is when someone disrespects a loved one.  there's a way of speaking your mind in a mature and tactful manor.  and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/113548537751764598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=113548537751764598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/113548537751764598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/113548537751764598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/12/that-is-all.html' title='that is all.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-113407259550439785</id><published>2005-12-08T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:09:55.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>entry</title><summary type='text'>i drempt last night of jumping over the mole hill. you know, the one that became a mountain. and your gums had turned black, and the innocence that i saw in you, turned into a lack of  mutual respect, swollen gums, and sweat.you were sweating.  you was sweating. you are sweating.but i was smiling, and i recongnized the fact that i was dreaming, or being dillusional.  however which way it is to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/113407259550439785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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so i'm stealing this from my live journal.  enjoy cindy smuth.</title><summary type='text'>this "journal" is uninteresting as of late. im too consistant with too many other aspects in my life, there fore rendering this, and any online "to do's" second best.although it is a rarity, i went out this weekend. friday, larry, aaron and i hungout at jons apartment, wtih alex and casey. oh and jon too.. why does everyone think im drunk anytime i'm giggles? can't a sober woman giggle? i think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/113329951350939123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=113329951350939123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/113329951350939123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/113329951350939123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/11/october-27th-im-lazy-so-im-stealing.html' title='october 27th.  i&apos;m lazy, so i&apos;m stealing this from my live journal.  enjoy cindy smuth.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-113329926002316028</id><published>2005-11-29T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:21:00.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>avoid blinking</title><summary type='text'>with every drag, exhale, all the worries rush out with the smoke and dissolve into the night. some where external. somewhere, someone is breathing my anxiety. im staring at a dumpster [pinacle waste services # 708.683.1650] funny, othe dumpster looks like an ordinary dumpster. a d.i.r.t.y ass dumpster. with a name like, "pinacle waste services," i don't know..... i start to visualize something of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/113329926002316028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=113329926002316028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/113329926002316028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/113329926002316028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/11/avoid-blinking.html' title='avoid blinking'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-113329922098388374</id><published>2005-11-29T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:20:20.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>taken from my livejournal.</title><summary type='text'>animal planet is my favorite television show. for whatever reason, i could watch it all day.12:15pm grampa will be here soon to let the dogs out, and to play with them. bailey, you cute little fucker.aaahhh yes... this takes me back to all the hamster burials and fishy farwells. everyone had a hamster, my first hamster was obese. whether or not this was a strange phemnomena, or that i may or may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/113329922098388374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=113329922098388374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/113329922098388374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/113329922098388374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/11/taken-from-my-livejournal.html' title='taken from my livejournal.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-113086662373590595</id><published>2005-11-01T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:02:35.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>junky square dance.</title><summary type='text'>if i become a drug attic, or somehow end up a junky, the book that i am currently reading will have to take responsibility for it.  "a million little pieces," is giving me a strange facination with the drug culture.  [i have a rather curious addictive personality.]e.g.french fries, or hashbrowns.  i could eat them all day, everyday.  with ranchdressing, and i even like eating them cold.  over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/113086662373590595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=113086662373590595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/113086662373590595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/113086662373590595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/11/junky-square-dance.html' title='junky square dance.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112696367445366162</id><published>2005-09-17T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:27:54.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday, i did something that total has me shaking today.im trying to erase somethings. i need to sleep. i need to do a lot of things.someone help me get back to normal again. soon.im not over things.im good at saving face.im good at complaining.im great at feeling worthless.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112696367445366162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112414917572952430</id><published>2005-08-15T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:39:35.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>b.t.w.</title><summary type='text'>my limbs have been falling asleep quite frequently lately.it hurts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112414917572952430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112414917572952430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112414917572952430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112414917572952430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/08/btw.html' title='b.t.w.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112414905164756220</id><published>2005-08-15T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:37:31.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><summary type='text'>i took my volvo to the doctor on thursday, to fix a problem.the car starts fine, when the engine is cool, but when it's hot, it doesn't start, and doesn't turn over.thinking that my car would be ready today, monday, as promised,  i called the mechanic to confirm the time for pickup.he then informs me that he put a new exhaust system in my car.he noticed that there was a problem with the exhaust, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112414905164756220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112414905164756220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112414905164756220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112414905164756220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/08/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112400758423438737</id><published>2005-08-14T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T03:19:44.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man</title><summary type='text'>um excuse me??apparently i like to make an ass out of myself when i drink.regarding the post previous to this:yikes.  also see: UM..LOSER  and: lame.i stole a "bad finger" cd from a limo driver.  i fell on the restroom floor, and sat there for a long while.i told some dude that i didn't care what his face looked like, but that the only factor that mattered were the buttons on his button down.i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112400758423438737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112400758423438737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112400758423438737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112400758423438737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-man.html' title='oh man'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112392295746033343</id><published>2005-08-13T03:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T03:49:17.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tonight, i spent the night telling him how i missed him, and wanted to be with him.and honestly i wanted to be with you,l and i missed you.god drinking dpesn]t make it better. it makes it worse.i dremped about you last nioghtl and i know i shouldn;'t have, but i did.i drempted that we still meant mpore to each other, tham saving face.you have no ideAS HOW MUCH I CARE.IM DRUNK UM OVER IT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112392295746033343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112392295746033343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112392295746033343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112392295746033343'/><link rel='alternate' 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pretty ready to get em off, but i've got a ways to go.i'm obessed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112365249551969073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112365249551969073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112365249551969073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112365249551969073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/08/rant2.html' title='rant2'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112354252947220313</id><published>2005-08-08T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:08:49.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112354252947220313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112354252947220313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112354252947220313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112354252947220313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112337087100225254</id><published>2005-08-06T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:44:23.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><summary type='text'>i don't know how to post pictures.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112337087100225254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112337087100225254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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off.turns out that my car has been over heating for four days.  i had no idea.  i only glanced at the temp. gage for the first time today.RED! IN THE RED! RED !perfect. just what i need.  i turn up the heat on full blast, and rolled the windows down.  felt like i was driving toward </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112319431879660886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112319431879660886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112319431879660886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112319431879660886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/08/story-about-volvo.html' title='a story about a volvo'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112312861084090913</id><published>2005-08-03T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:10:10.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yi</title><summary type='text'>im a pill popper now.centrumb complexzyrtec dclariton daciphlexand antibiotics.i'm a druggie.work was a piece of cake today.4-8  i loved it.  i loveeeeeed it.i need a vacation.stella is getting married in september.  in vegas.  there it is.also im going to minneapolis on the 11th.im boring right now.report back in a week or so.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112312861084090913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112312861084090913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112312861084090913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112312861084090913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/08/yi.html' title='yi'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112296014368097426</id><published>2005-08-02T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T00:22:23.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bike</title><summary type='text'>a few things that i did today.  out of the norm.  1) went to the doctor.  i hate doing it, but because i feel sick, sad and depressed, i decided that it was very neccessita.he gave me sinus meds.2) went on a bike ride with aaron.  went all over the place.  bike rides in the suburbs are better than the city.  this might be true.3) i took vitamins.  b complex and centrum.  i can't afford to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112296014368097426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112296014368097426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112296014368097426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112296014368097426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/08/bike.html' title='bike'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112271532684703092</id><published>2005-07-30T04:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T04:22:06.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bich</title><summary type='text'>my feet have pins and needles in side them this very second.i hate when i got to a womens restroom, and the toilet isn't flushed, or there's pee on the seat.  i'd expect that of a mens restroom, but not of a womens.  i expect so much more from the ladies.come on girls, lets keep it classy.tonight, i saw a bunch of familiar faces, yet was content to people watch to myself.  ran into joe for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112271532684703092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112271532684703092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112271532684703092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112271532684703092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/07/bich.html' title='bich'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112250361857246204</id><published>2005-07-27T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:33:38.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change of pace.</title><summary type='text'>Today I decided that I'm changing the title of this.. whatever it is, to "freckles, and other necessary objects."  shut the fuck up is: my funny motto is a bit hostile, and i'm sure at one point i'll come back to it, but for now... freckles it is.two girls at work quit.  cory (of whom i do like) and lauren (that bitch).  they are best friends.  the reason they are quitting, is because i have 40 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112250361857246204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112250361857246204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112250361857246204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112250361857246204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/07/change-of-pace.html' title='change of pace.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112245144311662922</id><published>2005-07-27T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T03:04:03.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs n books</title><summary type='text'>maria taylor was amazing last night.  her brother macey and her sister kate remembered me from the first show.  we hung out after the show.  the new album is good.  real good.for the first song i think of two people.  jon, because i know that he thinks the same way as she does,  and i do too.and then my first love,  because in a sense i think i'll always feel that way, even though i'll move on.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112245144311662922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112245144311662922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112245144311662922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112245144311662922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/07/blogs-n-books.html' title='blogs n books'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112172343639280424</id><published>2005-07-18T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:50:36.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>black and white  town.</title><summary type='text'>im not even gonna lie. i like the doves so much.especially black and white town.if im going to feel better about anything, this song will be the first song i really dance to.the drums kick in.  1234,1234,1234,1234,234 2123,4123,41234,1234,2341234,1234,1234,1234,2341234,1234,1234,231234,1234,1234,1234,1234,1234.here comes the action............imagine taking my hands, and staring at me. hold them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112172343639280424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112172343639280424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112172343639280424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112172343639280424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/07/black-and-white-town.html' title='black and white  town.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-112051238803586163</id><published>2005-07-04T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:26:28.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gah</title><summary type='text'>chaaahhles won't stop barking.  i believe it has something to do with the fireworks.  they scare me too, in close proximaty.  i quite like my eyebrows right where they are.  (if you didn't get that, then i'm not going to tell you.)my cousin got married.  she's my age.  (in case you're wondering, i'm at that age where marrige isn't a though, idea, and at least, an option.)we celebrated the union, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/112051238803586163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=112051238803586163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112051238803586163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/112051238803586163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/07/gah.html' title='gah'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111985884933656770</id><published>2005-06-27T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T02:54:09.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><summary type='text'>i don't feel the same way i did.i'm extreemly disapointed with the begining of today, but the ending turned out to be a good time.ditched out of convienience.i'm going to bed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111985884933656770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111985884933656770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111985884933656770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111985884933656770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111972322838373483</id><published>2005-06-25T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T18:16:08.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fruit</title><summary type='text'>fruitloopsbowl of fried ricebirthday cakeanothe bowl of fried ricegiradanos spinach stuffed thick pizzalets go bistro chocolate bananna crepebraut bun with green peppers and onions corn on the cobbsaladcan anyone say gorge much?i don't have that twinge inside me to say that i'm full. is it wonderful, or horrific?  i can't tell that either.it's ryanes birthday.yesterday was ed, christina, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111972322838373483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111972322838373483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111972322838373483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111972322838373483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/06/fruit.html' title='fruit'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111913765524012490</id><published>2005-06-18T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T18:34:15.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday.</title><summary type='text'>My back yard is an exact replica of a jungle. There are exotic plants everywhere.  The sort with big palm leaves.  The ones that are darker in color, and shorter in stature.  There are orchids all over, and grape vines stretching aross the pool, invading the space of a large tree that seems to canopy the entire area.  It looks wild, as if a tiger were lurking in the srub.  You could see monkies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111913765524012490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111913765524012490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111913765524012490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111913765524012490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/06/saturday.html' title='saturday.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111617836481159340</id><published>2005-05-15T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T12:32:44.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bye model.</title><summary type='text'>i kissed him three times, real quick. as a greeting. a hello. a "i missed you i haven't seen you."(he's got such a nice face.) saturday. he came to tell me that he couldn't stay.  due to family obligations, and the fact that he had a huge amount of stuff going on.  he said for me to call him the next day. in my head i'm thinking (either he has another girl, or he really IS busy. either way me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111617836481159340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111617836481159340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111617836481159340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111617836481159340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/05/bye-model.html' title='bye model.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111464622485829995</id><published>2005-04-27T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:57:04.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday</title><summary type='text'>i had a headache at work all day, and i thought i was getting sick.i got a facial.the headache left.it just came back.today work sort of flew by.  the guy at starbucks totally had a boner the entire time we were in the store.  and no thanks to me.  he winked his eye and did the "gun" with his fingers.  he has it bad for kristi.poor poor kristi.  he does hook up free stuff though. can not complain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111464622485829995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111464622485829995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111464622485829995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111464622485829995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/04/wednesday.html' title='wednesday'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111327597314884531</id><published>2005-04-11T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T22:19:33.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boring post.</title><summary type='text'>i think my friend adam is an outstanding person.he babysits an 11 year old young boy named david.which i think is awsome, because indirectly, he's a role model now.he's my personal mapquest.i'm glad i know him.  today swept by quickly.  i spend the majority of the day working.  we called g.cheddar at 9:30 am and told him that he had a client on his books, and that he was late to come in. he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111327597314884531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111327597314884531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111327597314884531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111327597314884531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/04/boring-post.html' title='boring post.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111275830565689156</id><published>2005-04-05T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:33:48.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hardy har mar superstar.</title><summary type='text'>last night, scottie and i went to the bottom lounge for a show. maria taylorhar Mar superstarand ben lee.excellent show.maria taylor was amazing live.  i liked the graphics on the drums, so i asked the keyboard.ist (sp?!?!?!) what the drummers name was.  cliff."hey cliff."-"what's going on?""i don't want to bogart your time, but i just wanted to know who did the graphics on your drums. they're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111275830565689156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111275830565689156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111275830565689156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111275830565689156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/04/hardy-har-mar-superstar.html' title='hardy har mar superstar.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111201931344867972</id><published>2005-03-28T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T08:15:13.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i have an apology for all.</title><summary type='text'>i'm sorry for making you doubt our friendship.  because truly it was not ment in the context that was taken.  i was upset, and angry with you, and i needed somewhere to lash out.  and i love your parents so much, your entire family.  if i could take it back, i would. know that you mean the world to me, and without you, i'd be lost.  please call me on tueday, as i will be expecting your call.this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111201931344867972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111201931344867972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111201931344867972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111201931344867972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-have-apology-for-all.html' title='i have an apology for all.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111194304707790346</id><published>2005-03-27T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T11:04:07.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday, i stayed in my house for the entire day.  i even showered and got ready to leave, and at last minute, i opted for my bed.  i think my parents were concerned.  they asked if i was sick, but i told them i was just tired.  honestly, i was waiting.  i wouldn't have gone, but i still cared to be included.  it's okay though. i definately expected it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111194304707790346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111194304707790346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111194304707790346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111194304707790346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterday-i-stayed-in-my-house-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111074385592400955</id><published>2005-03-13T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:57:35.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>south side irish parades.</title><summary type='text'>once in a while, i check ryanes voice mail just for the hell of it.she knows my password.in case you don't know it ryane it's the last four digits of your house number.most of the time, the voice mails consist of random drunks leaving drunk dialed messages about how they've just pee'd in the alley, and how they're so wasted.  and "insert ridiculous drunk story here."see annoyancealso refer to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111074385592400955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111074385592400955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111074385592400955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111074385592400955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/03/south-side-irish-parades.html' title='south side irish parades.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111067577997786527</id><published>2005-03-12T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T19:02:59.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>archives.</title><summary type='text'>today, while reading the archives on this blog, scottie called.  i read to him posts from 2003 and 2004.  i felt comfortable doing so.slim told mw that it's a good thing to have a journal.  he said that once in a while, you should go back, and read the archives, to see how you've change/stayed the same.. but the key to really seeing a change, or real results.. is to write completely honestly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111067577997786527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111067577997786527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111067577997786527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111067577997786527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/03/archives.html' title='archives.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111042182250540440</id><published>2005-03-09T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:30:22.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>green</title><summary type='text'>i've designated sundays as my, "written letter," day.  with emails,fax machines, cell phones, and other technological advances, sending a hand written letter had become obsolete.i don't care.there is something very coordial about recieving a letter.  birthday cards don't count... unless they are hand made as well.i made chris rose a birthday card with a robot on it.robo.sapien.  ha.  [this line </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111042182250540440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111042182250540440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111042182250540440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111042182250540440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/03/green.html' title='green'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-111004512742958531</id><published>2005-03-05T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:52:07.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the apartment.</title><summary type='text'>last night i drempt a rather disturbing dream.we were at the apartment, and i asked ted* if i could take a shower, because i hadn't had time earlier.  as i stood in the shower fully clothed, the water ran cold for a few minutes.  victor* stood outside of the shower curtain, with his head lurking inside.  the shower seemed ridiculously small.  i had to bend to wet the top of my head, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/111004512742958531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=111004512742958531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111004512742958531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/111004512742958531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/03/apartment.html' title='the apartment.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110953700815248887</id><published>2005-02-27T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:43:28.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>march 14th 1983</title><summary type='text'>i need a hair cut.  rather badly if i do say so myself.my new glasses make me look nerdy.  i'm not down with being nerdy.i was nerdy and awkward all through out childhood,  i'm over it.i've noticed that i'm not good with online chat.  i would rather just talk on the phone, or mail out letters.and ultimately.. talk in person.jonny was wasted last night.  he left without saying goodbye. i was sad. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110953700815248887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110953700815248887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110953700815248887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110953700815248887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/02/march-14th-1983.html' title='march 14th 1983'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110918256684162864</id><published>2005-02-23T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T12:16:06.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's official.i want to go bqack to school.i need big time help.BIG TIME.my glasses are ugly. i look like a big nerd.i am angelica's lack of fashion sense.someonce help me... for i no nothing about financial aid or loans.i need help.</summary><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110846321408038087</id><published>2005-02-15T04:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T04:26:54.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BELL j.a.r.</title><summary type='text'>i waited anxiously tonight.i watched the door open and close, and hoped that you'd walk it,but with each passing stranger, i grew a bit sadder and sadder.i miss you. really i do.only you're too busy to realize that we've grown distant.i made you a card, but when you walked in without a card for me,i felt rather embarassed.where has our friendship retreated to? where ever it is, can i go there?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110846321408038087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110846321408038087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110846321408038087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110846321408038087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/02/bell-jar.html' title='BELL j.a.r.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110730680006030429</id><published>2005-02-01T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:13:20.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines.</title><summary type='text'>i went to a party on saturday. same scene. same people. routine.i need to go on a trip somewhere.  i need to do something.i filled out an application today for a server position.  i don't think i'll get the position.  julie told me that they had one opening left.  i saw this great picture today.  a picture oda tiny girl in front of a window.  she looks delicate, and i'd like to replicate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110730680006030429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110730680006030429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110730680006030429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110730680006030429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines.html' title='valentines.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110651399085440179</id><published>2005-01-23T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T14:59:50.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bfr moo.</title><summary type='text'>been spending quite a bit of time with my family lately.  lots of time with sam.sarah and may.  apparently, there's some girl at school that's messing with sarah, so i gave her some advice.  the girl was picking on sarah's grammar skills or something.  i remember how lame high school was.  i haven't been out in over two weeks.  working, and reading. and cleaning.  sam thinks i have ocd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110651399085440179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110651399085440179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110651399085440179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110651399085440179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/01/bfr-moo.html' title='bfr moo.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110602436126323480</id><published>2005-01-17T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:59:21.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>i missed a meeting scheduled for yesterday.  this was a mandatory meeting.  i told susan today, that i just forgot to come.  she told me that i didn't propose a great argument/excuse as to why i couldn't make the meeting.  i told her that i wasn't going to lie to her, because i seriously had let the meeting slip my mind.i told her if she needed to terminate my employment, that i'd understand.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110602436126323480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110602436126323480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110602436126323480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110602436126323480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110561130754025433</id><published>2005-01-13T03:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T04:15:12.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>companion</title><summary type='text'>i'm on my blog at 3:58am.  i have work tomarrow. what am i doing???!? at work today, i felt more welcome that i normally do.  could this be because i brought a ton of food, and shared it with everyone?  it reminds me of when i used to go to church.the pastor used to give us mars bars for attending each day... sure enough all the kids came as much as they could.  only it wasn't for excepting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110561130754025433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110561130754025433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110561130754025433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110561130754025433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/01/companion.html' title='companion'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110518398773056303</id><published>2005-01-08T05:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T05:33:07.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>any last words?</title><summary type='text'>i am angelicas stupid broken heart. memmories and sadness flood my mind tonight.  i'm not so much upset about my new found gossip, as i am embarassed.  embarassed because i was honest and open, to someone who just lied. only i didn't want to know. i never want anyone to tell me bad things, because i don't want to have anything bad to say about anyone.  especially someone i was head over heels </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110518398773056303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110518398773056303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110518398773056303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110518398773056303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/01/any-last-words.html' title='any last words?'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110499459856082210</id><published>2005-01-06T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T00:56:38.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the bell jar.</title><summary type='text'>i'm an avid "to do" list doer.  the satisfaction of checking off every task is something that perhaps i alone will understand.it's nice when you have company along your mission.go to targetpick up dry cleaningmail out billsgo to borders, and pick up "the bell jar," (sylvia plath) and start reading.pay tickets one and two** she has become one of my favorite authors.  i find it sad that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110499459856082210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110499459856082210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110499459856082210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110499459856082210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2005/01/bell-jar_06.html' title='the bell jar.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110438519630525291</id><published>2004-12-29T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T03:58:03.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>life as we know it.</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes the only words that come out are the those of gasping for breath, because to much tries to come out at once.  i feel lost.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110438519630525291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110438519630525291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110438519630525291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110438519630525291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/12/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='life as we know it.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110438518289956714</id><published>2004-12-29T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:39:42.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled garbage</title><summary type='text'>how do i not know you?honestly, i've only heard stories, but it's strange that i feel like we've known each other for decades. i'm certain that we were supposed to know each other.somehow we passed one another in this life. and it feels as if i'm a step to the left, a step behind. i want my own stories.  the most i have is a car ride.  you sang with me, a song i have not sang in a long time.  </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110400649451274630</id><published>2004-12-25T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T14:28:21.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ba humbug</title><summary type='text'>    families are spending quality time together adjacent to the festive tree, holiday music, assorted lights every which way, in warm christmas emotions.  this house has never been so cold.  i am angelicas pent up emotion.      instead of the uniform post, i will share a memory of a past chritmas experience. the only christmas i truly recall, and the last to truly exist.    i must have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110400649451274630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110400649451274630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110400649451274630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110400649451274630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/12/ba-humbug.html' title='ba humbug'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110377110638588736</id><published>2004-12-22T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:05:14.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>monday</title><summary type='text'>disapointing lunch.disapointing co workers.disapointing information.i think im a 4 on the fun o meter.i went to a bar with kathy laurie and ed.  i had a real good time. genuinly has a great time.  like the good old days.  i'm happy for that.going to watch movies and eat mac and cheese with a friend.  i'm working on christmas eve.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110377110638588736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110377110638588736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110377110638588736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110377110638588736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/12/monday.html' title='monday'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110333819315986359</id><published>2004-12-17T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:49:53.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>secret santa</title><summary type='text'>today my head is pounding, and i'm feeling a bit nauseous.  i woke up in the afternoon.i would have slept all day, had jon not called.  so i got up. ate noodles, and attempted to clean.cleaning in this house is as productive as standing on your head.i ate rice and broccoli, and then frosted corn flakes.this is a rather unorthodoxed mannor of eating, wouldn't you say?i wrote out what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110333819315986359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110333819315986359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110333819315986359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110333819315986359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/12/secret-santa.html' title='secret santa'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110300390161953634</id><published>2004-12-13T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:58:21.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>940 turbo</title><summary type='text'>drive into the city at around 3:15 p.m. on any given monday.  I-55 to 90-94.  the timing is perfect. just as you catch a full glimps of the skyline.  the sun is radiating low in the sky.  The rays display their uv on to every building in sight. every person, every place.  The reflection bounces every which way, in a rather amazing fashion.  daylight lingers at this moment.  on every parked car, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110300390161953634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110300390161953634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110300390161953634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110300390161953634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/12/940-turbo.html' title='940 turbo'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110284870240542654</id><published>2004-12-12T04:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T04:51:42.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jerky jerk Mcjerkster.</title><summary type='text'>tonight i feel like a jerk.after a nice night of dancing and good company, i came home to find, that i offended someone who i genuinely like.to you, i am sorry. i'm not a gossip queen, and i'm not one to be concerned with others affairs.  it's been awhile since i've seen you out, and that's why i called.i could care less about your relationships.  because, it's not my place.  i agree with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110284870240542654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110247560646996755</id><published>2004-12-07T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T21:13:26.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>robotboot awwww.</title><summary type='text'>today, i came home to a rather adorable message.  robotboot loves me.  ha. although this is just a cute joke, it still made my headache disapear, and my cheeks turn rosey posey.my head was aching so yuck yuck today, that i almost left work early.  i ate a hummus/veggie sandwich from argo tea, and felt a bit better.  it had been about a month since i've eaten any chicken. i gots to find an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110247560646996755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110247560646996755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110247560646996755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110247560646996755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/12/robotboot-awwww.html' title='robotboot awwww.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110234847828458768</id><published>2004-12-06T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T09:54:38.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sdfgsuhbghf</title><summary type='text'>phoenix came to chicago, on their first u.s. tour.  last night.  i didn't go.but im sure it was good.  i'll just wait for the next one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110234847828458768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110234847828458768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110234847828458768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110234847828458768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/12/sdfgsuhbghf.html' title='sdfgsuhbghf'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110220578336123371</id><published>2004-12-04T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:16:23.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cheap trick u.s.a.</title><summary type='text'>rockford blows.  punks.gone.hippymusic.gone.badsober.gone.wastedsane.gone.crazy.i was a creepo last night.  i almost got into a fist fight with some guy who tried to tell me that the toilet is cleaner than the kitchen sink.  i informed this fun lovin' hippy of the fact that it was next to impossible.  there were multipule dirty folk using that "pot" daily.. doing what e.v.e.r. it is that </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110125497930509694</id><published>2004-11-23T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T18:09:39.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update for tuesday</title><summary type='text'>today, i spent some quality time with jarrett.  he showed me a video that he made, whick included a clip of me being all giggles in a big hoodie.  i thought this was very sweet. jarrett is a super guy.we also played a bunch of games on  its addicting.  the helecopter game, the archer game, the defend my castle game.  they are all real addicting. gosh!!okay.  (ompose yourself sandra)i'm going</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110125497930509694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110125497930509694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110125497930509694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110125497930509694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/11/update-for-tuesday.html' title='update for tuesday'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110119265560007659</id><published>2004-11-23T01:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T00:50:55.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>monday, november 22, 2004.</title><summary type='text'>the L hurts my head. however, it's mcuh easier than 290 durring morning rush hour.  work was really good.  working at a salon feels natural.  maybe three years of customer service at mario tricoci's hair salon and day spa in oakbrook paid off.my schedule today was 9 to 1.woke up at 6.15amate a banannaout of the house at 7.15 amforest park blue line L stop at 7.38ampay $1.50 for parking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110119265560007659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110119265560007659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110119265560007659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110119265560007659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/11/monday-november-22-2004.html' title='monday, november 22, 2004.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110094513826445721</id><published>2004-11-20T03:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T04:05:38.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my coffee tastes like lysol.  </title><summary type='text'>tonight, i am disappointed with certain people.   i hate when you call people, and you can tell that they've cleared your call.  how horrible would it be if i were calling to say, "um i was just robbed, im lost, and i need you.  not for a certain thing. i just feel like i need you."  yet if you cleared me, i proly woun't have left a message, due to saving face.i feel like im falling into a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110094513826445721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110094513826445721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110094513826445721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110094513826445721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-coffee-tastes-like-lysol.html' title='my coffee tastes like lysol.  '/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110075480809593130</id><published>2004-11-17T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T23:13:28.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>great</title><summary type='text'>i have a job. finally.my best friend ryane is back. finally.as i type this, i'll listen to my parents conversating in the backround. i love their accents.  it's strange that i can understand them perfectly.well, it's kind of sweet.. the mannor in which they talk to each other.  it's a mix of english, and thai.  thanglish.  Because i understand, the languages runs expreemly fluid together.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110075480809593130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110075480809593130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110075480809593130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110075480809593130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/11/great.html' title='great'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-110053849769398694</id><published>2004-11-15T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:08:17.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend smeakend.</title><summary type='text'>this weekend was rather random.     friday, i went to a no good bar with no good people, and did no good things.  the exception to this night, is that i hung out with my pal kathy.  kathy and i haven't hung out very much as of late.  over the course of four months, i'd say that we've gone out no more that a handful of times.  this is due to my unwillingness to handle the whole bar scene again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/110053849769398694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=110053849769398694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110053849769398694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/110053849769398694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/11/weekend-smeakend.html' title='weekend smeakend.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109962654733758698</id><published>2004-11-04T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:49:07.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sour patch emotion.</title><summary type='text'>    when you need support, the first people you think of, tend to be the most important people in your life. (aside from family)  i'm offended that i can't turn to you.  you don't want to hear it. i didn't either.. but i did.. for a long while, because i knew you needed to say it.  that's what friends are for.  as if i've done something wrong, as if i blew you off.  maybe it's you.. and not me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109962654733758698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109962654733758698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109962654733758698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109962654733758698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/11/sour-patch-emotion.html' title='sour patch emotion.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109939441875355565</id><published>2004-11-02T05:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T05:20:18.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>over and over and over. i played this.</title><summary type='text'>They say an end can be a startFeels like I've been buried yet I'm still aliveIt's like a bad day that never endsI feel the chaos around meA thing I don't try to denyI'd better learn to accept thatThere are things in my life that I can't controlThey say love ain't nothing but a soreI don't even know what love isToo many tears have had to fallDon't you know I'm so tired of it allI have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109939441875355565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109939441875355565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109939441875355565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109939441875355565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/11/over-and-over-and-over-i-played-this.html' title='over and over and over. i played this.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109928471686822396</id><published>2004-10-31T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:51:56.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dance</title><summary type='text'>     Much of last night flashes inside my mind.  Showcased like a reel of film on a blank screen.  As if I weren't actually there.. Watching someone else's.  Viewed for the first time. I felt drunk. Happily in.love with the dance floor, and anyone willing to jirate as if there may not be any sort of tomorrow.  Intoxicated in between the heavy decor, and the skanky boy in the "(insert lame costume</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109928471686822396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109928471686822396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109928471686822396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109928471686822396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/dance.html' title='dance'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109921328825301052</id><published>2004-10-31T03:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:07:15.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>adam jirates better than any normal straight male.</title><summary type='text'>vieilles mani?s do nouveau ?es do l'ai fait. all?edo je. de fa? sais que je le blesserai do je do d'autre do ou.j'ai d?st?a mani? soir do m'a touch?e doqu'il, il do comme de ?a partie. mim poss?it.cela do baisez.  il mim danse de jetait autour du plancher de, il un rugueux comme lemanoir. et pas aim? do l'ai do ne do je;autrement do qui do n'importe dos pas pr?pour dos suis do ne doje</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109921328825301052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109921328825301052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109921328825301052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109921328825301052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/adam-jirates-better-than-a_109921328825301052.html' title='adam jirates better than any normal straight male.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109894678897155572</id><published>2004-10-28T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T01:59:48.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a paddy wagon stood at the entrance.</title><summary type='text'>spent majority of the day passing out fliers for the fashion show with jen.went to wilson for a few.  told jackson hennessy that i used to think he was a nice kid, but now i think he's a dick.i hate kids that are cockier that normal.. for no good reason.spent the night playing a few games of "capture the flag."edlauriekathykesslerandyjuliandavidsullyjenbobbythis game is so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109894678897155572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109894678897155572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109894678897155572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109894678897155572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/paddy-wagon-stood-at-entrance.html' title='a paddy wagon stood at the entrance.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109878267513300783</id><published>2004-10-26T04:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T04:24:35.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"um, none for me,  thanks."</title><summary type='text'>he did it again, jon.cherry flavored.and i'm absolutely appalled.honestly though.. what am i doing?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109878267513300783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109878267513300783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109878267513300783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109878267513300783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/um-none-for-me-thanks.html' title='&quot;um, none for me,  thanks.&quot;'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109869443260616151</id><published>2004-10-25T03:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T03:53:52.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another one bites the dust.</title><summary type='text'>i learned how to play a few chords on the guitar tonight.like a child, i grinned in self achievement.  could this be the beginning of a new hobby, the opening to a new career, or could this just be another activity to be interested in for a week or two, then drop for something with more excitement.i'm pretty sure that this could stick.  it felt rather natural.  i played right handed too.  this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109869443260616151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109869443260616151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109869443260616151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109869443260616151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='another one bites the dust.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109858360761230556</id><published>2004-10-23T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T21:06:47.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uneventful saturday.</title><summary type='text'>5  mini eggrolls.brocoli and carrots w. ranch dressingnoodle soup.rice cookieschicken salad.this girl once told me that she ate nothing but salad and coffee... she lost 20 lbs.i dont believe it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109858360761230556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>converting potential in to knetic</title><summary type='text'>11.00amfrosted flakes2.00pm1/2 tuna sandwich and waffle fries3.30pmgarlic chicken and green beans5.00pmgranola bar8.00pmpudding12.00amcucumber soup and ricethis is unhealthy.  seriously.apparently my stomach didn't get the memoi mailed out invitations for the fashion show today, and then came home to finish my skirt.  i also finished a very riske top.  do far, i have:(1) skirt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109825272226136464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109825272226136464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109825272226136464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109825272226136464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/converting-potential-in-to-knetic.html' title='converting potential in to knetic'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109808925724405704</id><published>2004-10-18T03:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T18:07:56.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whatcha gotforme.</title><summary type='text'>tonight, at the expense of a real nice persons feelings, i realized that i'm just not ready.  hopefully things will find a way to work out.on a lighter note, i thought for sure that my pieces would be the least liked of all of the designers, but i'm not pretty certain that everyone liked it.  i'm stoked.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109808925724405704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109808925724405704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109808925724405704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109808925724405704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/whatcha-gotforme.html' title='whatcha gotforme.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109803939731961780</id><published>2004-10-17T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T14:07:04.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ours</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109803939731961780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109803939731961780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109803939731961780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109803939731961780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/ours.html' title='ours'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109777804505194031</id><published>2004-10-14T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T13:20:45.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sour grapes. cheap wHine.</title><summary type='text'>Today my mind is tired.  overthinking is talking it's toll.  I want out of this.  Held back by my debts, my anxieties, and fear, I wonder if I'll ever be able to breathe easy.  I'll take Charles for a walk today.  He needs exercise( he resembles a polar bear), and I need to walk blank minded for a bit.  I'm becoming cynical.  The frowning is becoming apparent.  Last night, we talked.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109777804505194031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109777804505194031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109777804505194031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109777804505194031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/sour-grapes-cheap-whine.html' title='sour grapes. cheap wHine.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109762212056560130</id><published>2004-10-12T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:02:00.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>these peaches are fuzzy.  </title><summary type='text'>to: O.although it feels like you won't move on from all of it, you will, and everything will be okay.  love: S.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109762212056560130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109762212056560130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109762212056560130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109762212056560130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/these-peaches-are-fuzzy.html' title='these peaches are fuzzy.  '/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109754316463073757</id><published>2004-10-11T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:11:10.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"stalk me." part. 2.</title><summary type='text'>A-Z of sandra.. ms. yau if your nasty.A - Age : 21B - boners: (b)oys get em (o)ne at a time (n)one for me thanks (e)xcitingC - Career in future: lottery winnerD - Dad's name: yau ka sing.  aka johnE - Easiest person to talk to: me.  F - Favorite band at the moment:  aaron barg, and the weight loss challange G - Gummy Bears or Gummy Worm: anything sugar.H - Hometown: LaGrange Park</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109754316463073757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109754316463073757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109754316463073757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109754316463073757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/stalk-me-part-2.html' title='&quot;stalk me.&quot; part. 2.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109743001113261984</id><published>2004-10-10T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T17:48:03.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[the shins] are so good.  [x] = so good</title><summary type='text'>i like the sort of music that brings you to realization.  the music that stops you dead in your tracks.  the kind that raises your goosebumps as well as your hopes.  makes you miss the things that you love.  the music that has you driving in the car screaming the lyrics out loud while the old woman in the car to the left of you just about has a heart attack looking at what a fool you've made.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109743001113261984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109743001113261984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109743001113261984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109743001113261984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/shins-are-so-good-x-so-good.html' title='[the shins] are so good.  [x] = so good'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109730989272547199</id><published>2004-10-09T03:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T03:18:12.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>H is for Hebrew.</title><summary type='text'>much of today was a blur.stella and i went to chinatown, and purchased bubble tea from joyee's.  i got a peach bubble tea. extra bubbles. needless to say that it was worth the trip, and the 1.5 ride home in traffic.we stopped by nordstroms to get shoes, and came home.  i went to megans house for a fusion project meeting.then a boy picked me up at my crib, and we went downtown.  i did some </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109725515537253398</id><published>2004-10-08T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T12:05:55.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a true story</title><summary type='text'>robotboot: what are you doing tonightH0lygreenbeans: nothinH0lygreenbeans: what u doing?robotboot: ?H0lygreenbeans: wanna know what happened last night?robotboot: yesH0lygreenbeans: it's gonna seem real strange.H0lygreenbeans: butH0lygreenbeans: my dad stabbed someoneH0lygreenbeans: (self defense)robotboot: crazyH0lygreenbeans: i knowH0lygreenbeans: some guy came into our resturant, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109725515537253398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109725515537253398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109725515537253398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109725515537253398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-true-story.html' title='this is a true story'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109717509788893390</id><published>2004-10-07T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T13:55:00.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>  vision</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109717509788893390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109717509788893390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109717509788893390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109717509788893390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109712811004031130</id><published>2004-10-07T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T01:16:31.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no call.</title><summary type='text'>i digress.i may be silly, but i'm still waiting for you to come and find me.  chances are, i haven't found you, i've never met you, and might walk right past you. but i await for you.  nonetheless</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109712811004031130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109712811004031130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109712811004031130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109712811004031130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-call.html' title='no call.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109702308153951217</id><published>2004-10-05T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:39:42.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>damn thing almost took my arm off.</title><summary type='text'>panic attacks are the worst when you're alone.i'm pretty good at masking the fact that i'm worried. hardly ever cry. because i reason inside my head that there is more than this.  Work. Bills.. etc.i exited cool as a cucumber.  smiles across the grill.the car door slams behind me, and without control, an obnoxious scream rushes out from somewhere deep inside this lonely place.. just when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109702308153951217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109702308153951217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109702308153951217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109702308153951217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/damn-thing-almost-took-my-arm-off.html' title='damn thing almost took my arm off.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109687105528052866</id><published>2004-10-04T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T01:24:15.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>plant country</title><summary type='text'>it was brilliant. i felt waifs of amazment and extreem waves of jealously stream through my body tonight.  how is it possible that someone knew that i needed this movie?  it gave me a hopeful outlook tonight.i'm literally speechless.  i sat in the theatre seat for just bit longer than normal.  i wanted to hear the whole song.  i want that.  to find everyday similar to that of a movie.  i think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109687105528052866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109687105528052866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109687105528052866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109687105528052866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/plant-country.html' title='plant country'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109685122124973317</id><published>2004-10-03T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T19:53:41.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pancakes baby... pancakes.</title><summary type='text'>my shoulder is throbbing.  i feel like quazzie moto.  nick is such a nice person. he didn't even laugh when i ate shit today at hinsdale.i feel like i have a million things to do.. what am i forgetting?think.think.think.                 think.i'm finally going to see garden state.  i'm in love with the soundtrack, and now i'm about to be in love with the movie.b.t.w. jon* i'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109685122124973317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109685122124973317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109685122124973317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109685122124973317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/pancakes-baby-pancakes.html' title='pancakes baby... pancakes.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109679864439868229</id><published>2004-10-03T05:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T05:17:24.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>needed: ducktape, stun gun, and creativity.</title><summary type='text'>tonight i am angered by those who are far lesser than i.  i ate a $10 slice of deep dish pizza. woohoo.i'm told that i'm destined for greater things, but i've always believed people shouldn't expect things like that.  those who think they are extraordinary tend to be the most ordinary.  i'm pretty damn borring.  i'm funny on accident. i never know.talking about people in bad manor is such a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109679864439868229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109679864439868229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109679864439868229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109679864439868229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/10/needed-ducktape-stun-gun-and.html' title='needed: ducktape, stun gun, and creativity.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109650090520006766</id><published>2004-09-29T17:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T18:46:58.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation post</title><summary type='text'>I've been neglecting two of my favorite people lately. Be and  their side kick booty. For that I'm sorry. Been doing an immense amount of soul searching.  Perhaps too much. I hate over thinking.  Give me another month, and I think I'll be back on my feet, and ready to tackle the bars, and parties.. Etc. Right now, I just don;t think I'm ready for it.  And I don't want to be a drag.  I hate girls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109650090520006766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109650090520006766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109650090520006766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109650090520006766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/09/appreciation-post_29.html' title='Appreciation post'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109422682212652497</id><published>2004-09-03T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T10:53:42.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"aLaRm!*!*!*!*!**!*!*!*!"  snooze.</title><summary type='text'>used to be that i wrote on here.. every couple of days, weeks, months.. for whatever was bothering me, or exciting me.i'm on this thing everyday.last night we went to a friends apartment over by the lake.. and i felt a twing of jealousy wave over my body as i walked into her place. it was spacious, and nicely decorated.. and paid for. seems as though everyone else has something much more...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109422682212652497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109422682212652497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109422682212652497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109422682212652497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/09/alarm-snooze.html' title='&quot;aLaRm!*!*!*!*!**!*!*!*!&quot;  snooze.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109417397442215697</id><published>2004-09-02T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T10:38:39.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i won't lie. i like these things.. 7.43pm</title><summary type='text'>i'm under the impression that i'm supposed to know exactly what i want out of life.  two things come to mind.a. i want to be happy.b. i want to be brilliant.*************************************************************************************Body: LA Y E R O N E-- Name: sandra yau (gooka)-- Birthdate: 3.14.198tree-- Birthplace: skokie-- Current Location: lagrange park-- Eye Color: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109417397442215697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109417397442215697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109417397442215697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109417397442215697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-wont-lie-i-like-these-things-743pm.html' title='i won&apos;t lie. i like these things.. 7.43pm'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109411737248157424</id><published>2004-09-02T04:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T10:12:21.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>G. Money skates well.</title><summary type='text'>i may or may not have made a rather impulsive, and/or rash decision  last night.  i feel cheated a bit. perhaps next time.*damn.. now i need a time machine.  perhaps e.bay will have something cheap.  i'm happy that people read this. it doesn't seem so rudiculous.  *i'm not venting.. no. i'm not being selfish in this.... i'm providing entertainment for the audience..  bring laughter and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109411737248157424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109411737248157424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109411737248157424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109411737248157424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/09/g-money-skates-well.html' title='G. Money skates well.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109406721168265190</id><published>2004-09-01T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T14:33:31.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee. and cigarettes. minus the ciggarette.</title><summary type='text'>i think my feelings have been hurt.. although i'm not certain.my fault for wanting it so much. to get along. got to really push forward now.i'm drowning in this. it's gross. so unlike my character.9812052012059121522554251521.981205201205912'13752020914715225182515211915172193111225.bill cosby is such a funny funny man.that is all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109401201457707515</id><published>2004-08-31T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T23:16:04.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a tv embrace.</title><summary type='text'>i gots stuff to do tomarrow.bills.laundry.dental appointments.etc..a certain boy was on my floor today.  was nice to say hi.. i think he hates me.  i dunno..either way, i think i deserve it.  i've has two full days of sleep..and have put two and two together.. and formulated a theory/hypothesis.  and it goes as such:sandra is not tired, when she is given an appropriate amount of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109401201457707515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'> puttin' on the green 5.</title><summary type='text'>i consumed an uncomfortable amount of grapes last night.  i also ate an amazing veggie burrito from this dive on irving park and Broadway.Hispanic rice, orchatta, mint chocolate chip icecream, and Arizona green tea.. finishing the night with hashbrowns and white toast buttered.  i love getting caught in the pouring rain.  something extremely soothing about the pitter patter of it all.  and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109372754482166912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109372754482166912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109372754482166912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109372754482166912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/08/puttin-on-green-5.html' title=' puttin&apos; on the green 5.'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109355921964741515</id><published>2004-08-26T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:26:59.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im uncomfortable today... its too hot.i love catching people in lies.. i loathe the feeling of it though.i drank a ton of coffee today. and some how i'm still tired.  *miles is finn teach me how to .....  keep this on the hush.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109355921964741515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109355921964741515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109355921964741515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109355921964741515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-uncomfortable-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109342816280739484</id><published>2004-08-25T04:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T05:04:11.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no.3</title><summary type='text'>spent an extra 7.54 minutes thinking in my car... over a few things. a. i really like the city. b. i want to be in school again. c. i'm waiting for something to reassure me that i'm not just here to be here. d. i think the peach i ate tonight was bad.. and everything looks a bit different now. e. there are exceptions to every situation... f. scottish men are indeed as attractive as irish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109342816280739484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109342816280739484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109342816280739484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109342816280739484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/08/no3.html' title='no.3'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109339155344340122</id><published>2004-08-24T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T18:56:17.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>michael stars makes thongs that fit most,</title><summary type='text'>perhaps it was just me, but the clouds were moving rapidly in the sky today when i got out of work.. while driving east on 22nd street, i watched a flock of geese perform what appeared to be a test run for the migration v pattern that birds have been known to perform.  similar to a football team performing a complicated scrimmage.  unrelated to the topic discussed in the aformentioned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109339155344340122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109339155344340122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109339155344340122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109339155344340122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/08/michael-stars-makes-thongs-that-fit.html' title='michael stars makes thongs that fit most,'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109332968347599600</id><published>2004-08-24T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T01:41:23.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my my.. i expected at least another inch or two..</title><summary type='text'>like a kid at the petting zoo....don't feed the animals.tonight was a great night. i was planning to stay home, but instead opted for a perfect night... with a perfect company.. and a perfect ending..kathy and i are cuddling tonight baby..d.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109332968347599600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109332968347599600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109332968347599600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109332968347599600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-my-i-expected-at-least-another-inch.html' title='my my.. i expected at least another inch or two..'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11958859119393336580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/1468/640/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182969.post-109321889841990371</id><published>2004-08-22T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T18:58:53.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>c.meth biches.</title><summary type='text'>you do c.meth?  the archives too?  at least someone does.offer advice when i need it bich.&lt;3s.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissingpeterfrancisgeraci.blogspot.com/feeds/109321889841990371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5182969&amp;postID=109321889841990371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5182969/posts/default/109321889841990371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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