<?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-6426414042415897777</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:43:13.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Thursday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelongbadday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426414042415897777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelongbadday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639592789262528496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426414042415897777.post-6634842564301918519</id><published>2008-08-09T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:24:52.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sappy I could be a pine tree</title><content type='html'>So much for keep this a &lt;strong&gt;weekly&lt;/strong&gt; blog, huh?  Over a month has gone by and not a word from good ol' Dave.  Part of the reason is my laptop is a dirty stinking mound of monkey jizz and doesn't like to load blogger.  The other part is shear laziness.  It's a chronic problem of mine, where when it comes down to sitting down and writing, I choose to veg out in front of the TV or furiously masturbate.  Whatever it takes to prevent my mind from putting words and sentences together.  I've got enough ideas, just lack the discipline.  I suppose every so often I do break through my dullness and write something.  What follows is a "poem" I wrote when I was attending college at the College of Charleston, SC.  I had just started therapy and was feeling pretty raw emotionally.   Since I'm looking for fodder to post, I guess I might as well dip into stuff I've already written.   *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note I did make some changes to some of the more sappy "emo" lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, how are you doing mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I find you well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose all is as it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;on my side of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;hidden in the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;The trees are so tall mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I fear I've lost my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shadows find their way around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i've grown cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;So cold, it hurts to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sky is dark and clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;hide the stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;leaving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;alone with my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mother, can you hear me calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;shouting into the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;screaming at the demons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;to leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;to let me rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;to let me drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold me close Mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm afraid to be a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm afraid to look in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm afraid all this is real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold my hand, Mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;the trees are too tall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't find my way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426414042415897777-6634842564301918519?l=onelongbadday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelongbadday.blogspot.com/feeds/6634842564301918519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426414042415897777&amp;postID=6634842564301918519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426414042415897777/posts/default/6634842564301918519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426414042415897777/posts/default/6634842564301918519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelongbadday.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-so-sappy-i-could-be-pine-tree.html' title='I&apos;m so sappy I could be a pine tree'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639592789262528496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426414042415897777.post-6237777136729358495</id><published>2008-07-08T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:07:07.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my own</title><content type='html'>For the last couple of weeks now I've been posting on the   &lt;a href="http://fbombcast.blogspot.com/"&gt;F BombCast&lt;/a&gt; blog.   It was good practice since I've never blogged before and was having difficulty starting.  The F BombCast is a podcast on which I find myself as a frequent guest (ok, only 2 out of 6 shows, but still that's a third).  The main hosts are my best friend TJ and new buddy Mike.  I've been tagged with the responsibility of doing the weekly show recap.  Luckily, I have a job that I don't particularly care about, so killing a few hours listening and taking notes during the day is not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing the recap and working on my blogging chops, I've decided to finally start my own blog.  It doesn't feel write using the podcasts blog to vent.  It's not my own space.  There are 3 other guys posting besides and I need my shit to shine even if it stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've got my forum.  I'm on my own.  I still haven't a clue what to write about yet, but I'm going to write all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426414042415897777-6237777136729358495?l=onelongbadday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelongbadday.blogspot.com/feeds/6237777136729358495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426414042415897777&amp;postID=6237777136729358495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426414042415897777/posts/default/6237777136729358495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426414042415897777/posts/default/6237777136729358495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelongbadday.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-my-own.html' title='On my own'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13639592789262528496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
