<?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-2190777972566763023</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:15:21.883-07:00</updated><category term='recognize'/><category term='education'/><category term='privilege'/><category term='loved ones'/><category term='Jamie Foxx'/><category term='ignorance'/><category term='backwards institution'/><category term='educate'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='positive peoples'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='college'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='grief'/><category term='hell'/><category term='faith'/><category term='peter'/><category term='obama'/><category term='hetero-normative'/><category term='problems'/><category term='perfection'/><category term='belief'/><category term='Love'/><category term='CSUSM'/><category term='religion'/><category term='The freak nasty'/><category term='emo'/><category term='furlough'/><category term='budget cuts'/><category term='race'/><category term='Blindness'/><category term='fucked'/><category term='That love game'/><category term='appreciation'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Terminally_iLLa</title><subtitle type='html'>I use words as my weapon cuz my metaphors cut deeper than most knives try to, don't believe me look how much damage lies do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942650536345311593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmxlyuAQL2U/SPxqNl4gPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/PN6_g3g_In8/S220/n139900403_30209559_739.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190777972566763023.post-8856854070703782166</id><published>2010-02-11T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:57:01.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY BLOGSPOT</title><content type='html'>still searchn for a cure for that terminall illness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justraness.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://justraness.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190777972566763023-8856854070703782166?l=terminally--ill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/feeds/8856854070703782166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry-blogspot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/8856854070703782166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/8856854070703782166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry-blogspot.html' title='SORRY BLOGSPOT'/><author><name>Just Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942650536345311593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmxlyuAQL2U/SPxqNl4gPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/PN6_g3g_In8/S220/n139900403_30209559_739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190777972566763023.post-7433271298776915311</id><published>2010-02-09T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T03:08:20.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexuality, Race, and Gender in Online Gaming????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inspired by a article on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.ign.com/"&gt;IGN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; about sexuality in gaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWBfLOZ2CjQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWBfLOZ2CjQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you just got PWNed by the same guy for the 5th time in a row while playing COD online and let me guess what your go to insult is, "you fuckn faggot!"  Oh not quite your slice of pie? Well lets say you hear your opponents voice in your headphones as he scores a touch down on you in Madden, and his voice could be that of a African American male, what do you say then "shut up nigger!"  Or your perverted self finds out a girl is playing and you feel the need to tell her how you would fuck her.   Any combination can work, insults can range from homophobic, to sexist, to racist in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nigger&lt;/span&gt;, go back where you came from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoe &lt;/span&gt;get off xuLtImaGaMeRx's dick fuckn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faggot&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bold words are interchangeable feel free to mix n match for extra douche bag points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Ok. Im not trying to pretend that I'm righteous and never talk shit when playing video games&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but I like to think I can come up with more clever insults without being ignorant.  It all goes along the lines of political correctness. And before you build your defense or resort to lame arguments like "Aww man but Ray political correctness is gay." or "Dude that's just how I talk." slow your role because your wasting your time if that is all you have to argue.  I'm not trying to argue that there is a need to sensor ourselves, but are generation already gets a lot of flack for being desensitized by everything in the media, why build a better case for older generations to be more and more condescending towards us?  In other words why contribute to an already negative perception of our Generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v356/BrodaRay87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zeldalink.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/BrodaRay87/zeldalink.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many might say it really isn't a big deal and people know not to take it seriously.  But kids are in those channels listening to everything we say, which adds to an already growing generation of degenerates and bigots.  Not to mention a large community of people who are cowards hiding behind screens and xbox controllers screaming expletives into microphones to people they hope they know they'll never meet in real life.  No wonder when real issues come up we sit on our fat asses.  And if in your thick head your still saying to yourself its just how I talk and its not like I really think like that, its just video games.  What's to stop you from blurting that idiocy in public.   Sports for instance are a lot about repetition and in some ways certain things become second nature, for instance throwing a football becomes easier the more you do it.  Well than doesn't that mean saying racist, sexist, or homophobic things in the "safe" space of online gaming becomes somewhat of second nature when given the chance in real life?  The answer is yes it most definitely does.  Whats to stop you from calling a black man who offends you a "fuckn nigger" in real life when you've already in a sense programmed it in your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other issue in online gaming is the issue of safe spaces.  Some people may think that we've taken such huge steps in the past 40 years as far as our consciousness as a nation.  While this may be true, it doesn't mean we are past hate by any means.  On the contrary I think that we grow complaisant because of what our forefathers have achieved and how they have paved the way for us.  We like to think that we are all safe in this country, but that isn't quite true.  My brown ass would still be scared to walk by some skin head motha fuckas on the street even though we have a black president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v356/BrodaRay87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=KKK2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/BrodaRay87/KKK2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please lets not get it twisted their aren't any real safe spaces. And gaming is definitely isn't immune to this type of feeling.   So clearly the gaming space wouldn't necessarily be any different. I'm sure I am not the only one who would like to play online without being called a chink or a faggot. Online gaming is sort of like a KKK meeting except instead of white sheets to cover your face you've got T.V. screens. Its only a matter of time before hardcore bigotry makes its way into household titles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v356/BrodaRay87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=black-mario-gang-mario-luigi-war-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/BrodaRay87/black-mario-gang-mario-luigi-war-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT MARIOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190777972566763023-7433271298776915311?l=terminally--ill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/feeds/7433271298776915311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexuality-race-and-gender-in-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/7433271298776915311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/7433271298776915311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexuality-race-and-gender-in-online.html' title='Sexuality, Race, and Gender in Online Gaming????'/><author><name>Just Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942650536345311593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmxlyuAQL2U/SPxqNl4gPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/PN6_g3g_In8/S220/n139900403_30209559_739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190777972566763023.post-1788426476726293842</id><published>2009-12-06T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:07:43.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peter'/><title type='text'>Clubbin</title><content type='html'>Without sounding pretentious&lt;br /&gt;I consider my time to be precious&lt;br /&gt;Sick n tired of praying on calloused knees&lt;br /&gt;and waiting for G O D to bless us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jeeezzz usss, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Deceives us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's got a loooooong ass line&lt;br /&gt;and VIP's limited to those,&lt;br /&gt;who donated the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your wearing sneakers&lt;br /&gt;And a hat&lt;br /&gt;You can go back home&lt;br /&gt;get changed and come right back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in heaven&lt;br /&gt;dress code strictly enforced&lt;br /&gt;collared shirts and dress shoes only&lt;br /&gt;or get your broke ass kicked out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jeeezzz usss, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Deceives us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Peter&lt;br /&gt;checks my ID&lt;br /&gt;I'll present the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you realize how long I've been waiting?&lt;br /&gt;I think due to my eternal salvation,&lt;br /&gt;I deserve an explanation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter will respond with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeeezzz usss, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't deceive yuh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have to let the...&lt;br /&gt;believers in before the non believers&lt;br /&gt;Christians before the Muslims,&lt;br /&gt;Pop singers before the Rappers,&lt;br /&gt;Rich before the poor,&lt;br /&gt;Politicians before the people,&lt;br /&gt;Men before the women,&lt;br /&gt;Heterosexuals before the homos,&lt;br /&gt;and if your transgendered,&lt;br /&gt;were still trying to figure out where to put those,&lt;br /&gt;conformists before the activists&lt;br /&gt;submissives before the radicals&lt;br /&gt;Civilized before the savages&lt;br /&gt;American's before everyone&lt;br /&gt;and of course lets not forget the whites before the blacks&lt;br /&gt;but now that you mention it&lt;br /&gt;your not on the guest list so take your ass to the back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to stand and argue&lt;br /&gt;but I get cut off by peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look you little brown fucker&lt;br /&gt;go back where you came from&lt;br /&gt;and know your fucking place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll slightly walk away,&lt;br /&gt;try to remain passive&lt;br /&gt;as I meditate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax and be cool&lt;br /&gt;But as his voice marinates,&lt;br /&gt;i'll turn around and crack&lt;br /&gt;that mother fucker in his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while hes trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck just happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jeezzzz usss, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;deceives us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I put my dirty sneakers on&lt;br /&gt;and turn my hat back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hell,&lt;br /&gt;because thats where&lt;br /&gt;all my peoples is at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just Ra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190777972566763023-1788426476726293842?l=terminally--ill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/feeds/1788426476726293842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/12/clubbin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/1788426476726293842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/1788426476726293842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/12/clubbin.html' title='Clubbin'/><author><name>Just Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942650536345311593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmxlyuAQL2U/SPxqNl4gPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/PN6_g3g_In8/S220/n139900403_30209559_739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190777972566763023.post-57114491078704621</id><published>2009-11-27T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T03:15:11.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Needle In A Haystack</title><content type='html'>As much as I would like to separate my personal problems and feelings from blogging, I understand that occasionally it will still resonate through the confines of the fortified exterior I call my writing ethics.  For those who know me or care to know me, most likely already know what I have been going through.  In what feels like an instant my world is turned up side down, by  a tragedy without reason.  I am aware that pessimism is no way to feel better, but when God seems unreasonable in his almighty plan it becomes significantly harder to live ones life.  Depressed, unmotivated, pessimistic, alone, introverted, traumatized all feelings that once may not have been within my vocabulary.  However, they now seem to serve as a majority of the words that would fill the pages of this chapter of my life.  Most would think a heart could on break by an ex love, but the possibilities of heart break seem more versatile than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the part where you lose interest, turn off the computer, read another one of your close friends blogs,  smoke a cigarette and forget that you kind of cared about what I am saying.  Fortunately if you are still following these words there is some light at the end of that ohhhh sooo cliche tunnel.  One thing has become evident amidst my pessimism, that imaginary reader is the value of relationships.  Some may question the validity of this statement especially after my virtual disappearance from certain circles of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this,  the truth is that I have spent a significant amount of time thinking about the value of my relationships with people.  You could say that an epiphany hit me this week and it is strictly coincidental that it falls on the same week as thanksgiving.  So instead of using the word thankful I will instead use appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person that has been apart of my life is significant. I feel as though every one that ever mattered was essential to making me the man I am today.  People often try to hard to write people off because they hurt us or move on with our lives when we lose the people who are most dear to us.  Those folks that we grow apart from or lose touch with can still be appreciated, but do not run our lives or emotions.  I can honestly say that while the loss of a friend can be the catalyst for grief but, it is not what keeps it going.  A persons feelings are their own responsibility and no one elses.  We can blame people for hurting us, but we chose to continue to be in pain. We can look to others for that shoulder to cry on but ultimately it isn't their responsibility to make us feel better.  That same shoulder could one day be a completely different person, but that does not mean we don't value relationships we had with past friends. Things like love and heartbreak are strictly relative.  Relative to however, short or long an individual CHOOSES to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I saw an ex-girlfriend of mine completely unexpected.  There was a time when she could shatter my entire world with the words she said, but now her importance to me goes only as far as what she USED to mean to me. Seeing a past love makes me appreciate my current love that much more and motivates me to see this one through to its potential. &lt;br /&gt;If we dwell too much on what once was, we devalue our relationships in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is especially important to me to keep people around me that WANT and APPRECIATE my presence too.  People grow apart and that's life, we build new relationships with other people and never take away from the old ones. Our feelings are our own and don't always need to be dictated by others.  Losing someone dear to me hurts, but I do value the impact he had on me as well as whatever impact I may have had on him.   I know I am grieving,b ut if I feel depressed, unmotivated, pessimistic, alone, introverted, traumatized its because I need to feel that way right now.  I can either remind myself that these words were never apart of my vocabulary, but these feelings and emotions are just a work in progress.  Writing this one chapter is going to be especially difficult, but hopefully the end of the book is worth all the trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm taking a break from elevating masses and progressive mobbin and letting myself be  Just Ray No One Special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190777972566763023-57114491078704621?l=terminally--ill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/feeds/57114491078704621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/11/needle-in-haystack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/57114491078704621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/57114491078704621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/11/needle-in-haystack.html' title='A Needle In A Haystack'/><author><name>Just Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942650536345311593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmxlyuAQL2U/SPxqNl4gPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/PN6_g3g_In8/S220/n139900403_30209559_739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190777972566763023.post-6276626906197159529</id><published>2009-09-14T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:48:02.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loved ones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive peoples'/><title type='text'>Positive Peoples</title><content type='html'>I'll keep it short this early monday morning.  Late nights like these arise thoughts that rarely come up during normal human hours.  I enjoy the people that I choose to surround myself with.  I pride myself in pushing away those that tend to become too drama filled.  I lack the patience or mental stability to deal with individuals who tend to bring down my mood on a day to day basis.  Why waste my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel as though with technology creating a level of convenience of communication, there are hardly any excuses to lose touch with folks, besides just wanting too.  For instance my phone died about 3-4 weeks ago.  Instead of going out of my way to update my contancts I simply waited for people to call me.  The logic is that if they were true friends they would get a hold of me eventually.  Although it is hard to keep in contact with friends these days, i'll always consider them close to me if they had some sort of positive impact on my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insight.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all I ask of the people closest to me.&lt;br /&gt;-Just Ray No One Special&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190777972566763023-6276626906197159529?l=terminally--ill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/feeds/6276626906197159529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/09/positive-peoples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/6276626906197159529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/6276626906197159529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/09/positive-peoples.html' title='Positive Peoples'/><author><name>Just Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942650536345311593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmxlyuAQL2U/SPxqNl4gPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/PN6_g3g_In8/S220/n139900403_30209559_739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190777972566763023.post-6887009213998773222</id><published>2009-09-03T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T04:51:32.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSUSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budget cuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backwards institution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furlough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked'/><title type='text'>College Student Rant</title><content type='html'>Most people pursue college with the idea in mind that a college degree "should" catapult you into the next step in life.  The step where the American Dream hands you a certificate, shakes your hand and lets you loose to achieve means that would otherwise be impossible without that good ol educmacation.  Instead they might as well hand you a piece of paper that says thank you for all the money, but your FUCKED! and trip you on your way down the podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an individual is starving do you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) give said person a bite to eat, without teaching them how to obtain their own food&lt;br /&gt;b) make said person work for the food and let them eat relevant to the work put in&lt;br /&gt;c) charge them fairly but as time passed make them pay you more  and more while simultaneously feeding them less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is C, that is, if you are an institution that is supposed to be dedicated to higher education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply don't understand how cutting education truly helps the economy in the long run. Crappy education equals crappy future leaders of America. Quite honestly school seems to be more and more like an institution built to benefit a select few instead the general student population. Fees continue to rise due to "budget cuts" but oddly enough they still try and push to build more new and useless things at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert Parking Structure In Inconvenient location here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v356/BrodaRay87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GOOGLEEARTHPARKINGSTRUCTURE.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/BrodaRay87/GOOGLEEARTHPARKINGSTRUCTURE.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do crooked lawyers that work to help keep criminals out of jail get paid more than teachers? Do athletes really deserve millions of dollars in endorsements, when the probability of anyone achieving the same is slim to none?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the recent implementation of teacher furlough day's it is easy to feel as though these are simply free days for students and teachers. WRONG! YOU ARE LITERALLY PAYING MORE FOR LESS.  Professor's are not allowed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for 10% of their usual teaching days per course) &lt;/span&gt;respond to emails, do research, grade papers etc. on their furlough days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you put your life in the hands of a doctor who had 10% less of the experience/education to save your life? I hope the answer is HELL NO or else you might as well jump on a knife right now and put yourself out of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our new society the following companies/businesses/products will be renamed to better fit American Ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Buy = Worst Buy&lt;br /&gt;PayLess = Less Money&lt;br /&gt;Walmart = Fuck Your Life&lt;br /&gt;LucasFilms = CG&gt;Acting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;-Phone = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;cost2much&lt;br /&gt;Disney = YOURSOULISMINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their is a list of things wrong with our education system let alone our nation that I could only attempt to touch base on. Quite honestly I have no credibility in talking about any of this.  However if you are in college and you feel the same about the budget cuts as I do visit this site and fill out this form.  &lt;a href="http://www2.csusm.edu/cfa/Furlough/complaint_form.htm"&gt;http://www2.csusm.edu/cfa/Furlough/complaint_form.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up fellow college students, but for the meantime as graduation draws closer and closer I realize that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v356/BrodaRay87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Graduation_2006_0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/BrodaRay87/Graduation_2006_0.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190777972566763023-6887009213998773222?l=terminally--ill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/feeds/6887009213998773222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/09/backwards-institution.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/6887009213998773222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/6887009213998773222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/09/backwards-institution.html' title='College Student Rant'/><author><name>Just Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942650536345311593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmxlyuAQL2U/SPxqNl4gPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/PN6_g3g_In8/S220/n139900403_30209559_739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190777972566763023.post-1099625702718053329</id><published>2009-08-15T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:47:14.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>I gots problems</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: Just came back from drinkin for kengs goin away thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is everyone has their vices and negative qualities. I have a healthy share of them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of Just Ray's Negative Qualities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A tendency to nit pick at other people.&lt;br /&gt;2. Defensive.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cravin the Nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;4. Perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;5. Self Doubt.&lt;br /&gt;6. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;7. Judgemental&lt;br /&gt;8. Procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;9. Possible alcohol abuser.&lt;br /&gt;10. bi bolar.&lt;br /&gt;11. Out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;12. Lazy&lt;br /&gt;13. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one step at a time I try and make changes to these things and hopefully that list gets smaller and smaller. And if it doesn't I hope that people like me for the person that I am, rather than the person they want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-just ray&lt;br /&gt;Progressive Mobbin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190777972566763023-1099625702718053329?l=terminally--ill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/feeds/1099625702718053329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue-schools.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/1099625702718053329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/1099625702718053329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue-schools.html' title='I gots problems'/><author><name>Just Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942650536345311593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmxlyuAQL2U/SPxqNl4gPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/PN6_g3g_In8/S220/n139900403_30209559_739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190777972566763023.post-2865845993733225448</id><published>2009-07-17T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T04:37:52.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hetero-normative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='privilege'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recognize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educate'/><title type='text'>The Privilege of Blindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My Beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most folks the idea of privilege is more foreign than high school language requirements. My beef is with folks that do NOT recognize their race. As well as what privileges or disadvantages it may bestow upon you at birth. Growing up in a neighborhood that is predominantly one sided in class/race/sexual orientation tends to create a blind fold effect for a lot of youth. The fantasy world we live in plays on the idea that their is no racism or discrimination in the constructs of our communities. However, this couldn't be any further from the truth. Most folks my age and in the northern areas of San Diego choose to not be aware of the realities of the world. Naivety at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In essence the progress we've made is good, but creates dialectic that spreads faster than aids. Another form of discrimination peeks its wretched little head out from beneath the sewers of ignorance.  The belly of the beast growls in anticipation waiting to feast on the flesh of careless twenty something year olds.  The overall privilege of blindness attributes to the lack of concern for social or political issues. Regardless of the weight that it may pound on our backs in the future, we continue to cover our eyes in the face of anythign remotely important/serious. We the future leaders of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Call It What You Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it a...&lt;br /&gt;"lack of interest."&lt;br /&gt;"Selfishness."&lt;br /&gt;"unawareness."&lt;br /&gt;"reliance on mommy and daddy to tell me how to FEEL."&lt;br /&gt;... your welcome to call it whatever you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just call it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching some daytime talk show when I was younger. The one that sent badass kids to boot camp.  You know the one. Yea. That one. Well the reason I'm bringing it up is because the drill instructor said one thing that has stuck through my mind that defines the difference between stupidity and ignorance to well.  Something a long the lines of when you dont know no better thats ignorant, when you know your doin something wrong and still do it thats just plain &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STUPID&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask why? Why do so many folks my age &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to stay unaware about anything that doesn't pertain to celebrity gossip or crappy reality T.V. shows. Where? Where do we go from here? What? Whats next?  Issues on race still are evident regardless if you wear you huge Obama shirt proudly.  Gay marriage isn't gonna pass by wearing your American Apparel "Gay Marriage: Legalize it t-shirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Educate Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost educate yourself. The tendency is to stay locked up in our ivory towers, watching I Love Money while reading Perez Hilton's blog. It's only a matter of time till someone knocks the floor out from underneath your ass.  For example, one day someone will make a racism/sexist comment in your presense. Or dare I say it..direct that comment towards you. What the fuck are you gonna say or do?  About most of the time it ain't worth your time and maybe you should just walk away, but at some point you gotta be prepared and say something to shush there bigot ass mouth.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RECOGNIZE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that your white male or female hetero-normative friends aren't gonna bail you outta this one.  Instead of blacking out from the multiple drugs and alcohol you consume within a night of dancing to the latest Lil Wayne chart topper, take some time out of your day to prepare yourself for the day life super man punches you in the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Open Your Damn Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time we might be able to keep our eyes shut and have a choice as to what we see, but at some point your eyes will be forced to open. Check your privilege at the door hang up your coat and take off your hat.  Make yourself comfortable. Have a drink or two.  The moment life throws you a curve ball you better knock that shit out the park or you might as well take it right between the eyes and forget who you are.  Hopefully you as a person are defined by more than the amount of shots of beer pong you can make within your lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2190777972566763023-2865845993733225448?l=terminally--ill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/feeds/2865845993733225448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/07/privilege-of-blindness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/2865845993733225448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2190777972566763023/posts/default/2865845993733225448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminally--ill.blogspot.com/2009/07/privilege-of-blindness.html' title='The Privilege of Blindness'/><author><name>Just Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942650536345311593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HmxlyuAQL2U/SPxqNl4gPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/PN6_g3g_In8/S220/n139900403_30209559_739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2190777972566763023.post-8856433580638370355</id><published>2009-07-16T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T03:56:46.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie Foxx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That love game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The freak nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>That Love Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvtI56ldwZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvtI56ldwZU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna start off by saying this post is inspired by Kristine aka cap's old post &lt;a href="http://capinator.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-we-talk-about-when-we-talk-about.html"&gt;What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.&lt;/a&gt; I havent read Raymond Carvers short story, but I just wanted to speak on this Love Game shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself have come up with multiple theories about dating, realtionships, sex, woman and if you know me relatively well you've prolly heard a few yourself. Not to mention my tendency to throw curve balls at folks aka my ridiculous analogies, that otherwise might be irrelevant to the conversation topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to toot my own horn, but quite honestly my rants are legendary. Especially the ones about the above mentioned topics. However, I hardly speak on my theories of love. This might just be due to the fact that love is complicated and is generally a word that gets passed around more than the "go to" girl/guy in high school. (Don't front like you don't know what i'm talking about, and if you don't maybe it was you.) But enough &lt;em&gt;fuckn &lt;/em&gt;around. Down to the subject at hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Game Of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No you hang up. No you. YOU! No you hang up! Ok ok we'll hang up on 3. ONE...TWO...THREE!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone starts out with that simpn nonsense. Lets be honest shit is mad corny, but to two brand new lovers without a care in the world, being corny and cup caking is The least of their worries. If that loves fo real the truth is you could give a fuck what everyone else thinks. There really is nothing wrong with being down for your girl/guy to the point where you make others uncomfortable and no one wants to be around the two of you. So keep on brother/sister! Talk to your man/woman however the hell you want and be cornier to each other than your mom and dad's jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What are YOU wearing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freak nasty is a big part of That Love Game. I'm sorry to all the celibacy folks out there in no way am I dissing on your lifestyle. But YALL ARE MISSING OUT. That love game is all about getting to know each other and I put high importance on getting to know each other both mentally and especially physically. Getting it on doesn't always have to feel like your "making love" only fools think sex is always love making. Truth is sometimes its just about knowing your partner and understanding what he/she is into. Not to mention it lets you know what YOU like as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, and I wanna be with you forever"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa slow down there Casanova. Be real with each other the only reason why this might be the greatest love of your life is because you haven't met someone yet that you can love more. Quit stressing about finding your soul mate or figuring out if he/she is the one. Enjoy your shit while it lasts, because one day you might lose that feeling and it wont have anything to do with him/her it just means yall aren't good for each other anymore. That doesn't mean it was a waste of time. Forever is a long time and when your old and wrinkly looking at the same face you been looking at for the past 50 years you better be damn sure it wasn't a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You don't have any goals. You don't have a job. Why the fuck am I even with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This comes up more than enough times in any long term relationship. First off if you got with someone when they didn't have a job or goals, why question why their like that later. Truth is we all get what we sign up for. If I get with someone that is a crack head and let myself fall in love with them am I gonna be like "OMG, stop being a crack head!" No. I won't. Because I wouldn't put myself in that situation in the first place. We are all victims of it, but in the end you can't blame that person for who he/she is. The counter argument would be that you didn't know when you got with them they were like that. Well that's still your bad for not doing more research on your potential love. And if they were in a better state of mind earlier on in the relationship, than their still is hope because you know they are capable of all the things they once had. Nothing shows more love that being down for your man/woman when they've hit a fork in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please take me back...I'm nothing without you. I FUCKN LOVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grovelling is the worst thing you can do. If they don't want you anymore than MOVE ON. Begging for forgiveness usually won't go your way. And if it does do you really wanna be with someone who would take you back after you just fucked them over. Even if it isn't a case of YOU fuckn up to constantly come back to the person that is unhealthy for you reflects the type of person you are when viewed by other people. You can search for the perfect/girl or guy but what makes you think he/she wants your broken ass. Put your chin up, strive to be a better person and you'll meet someone that is better for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I could just be preaching to the choir, but That Love Game will fly your ass around in a private jet and the next thing you know your on your ass "...trying to figure out WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!" - Jamie Foxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the simpn, jealousy, sex, and the questioning is just trivial and convoluted. Their aint just one type of love, but a whole list of them just hope that your's is the good type. Before you can be with somebody seriously you have to be truly strong as an individual otherwise they'll just run all over you. When it comes down to it I like to think that anyone can fall in love with anybody. 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