<?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-6337793</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:45:43.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.iam.piscessoul.</title><subtitle type='html'>...respect is just the minimum...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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positive because it adds to my growth. i kinda miss blogging but just can't find the time anymore.the last few months have brought so much change and the potential for so much more in 2008. i'm looking back at things i've written and finally seeing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9176450269344862248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=9176450269344862248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/9176450269344862248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/9176450269344862248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-cant-believe.html' title='just can&apos;t believe...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-117047013602333135</id><published>2007-02-02T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:37:40.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>go get it!</title><summary type='text'>merry belated christmashappy new yearand all that other shit...i been on hiatus.lots going on but just no motivation to blog.maybe this blogging thing is winding down for me?who knows.anyways.from the folks behind pound mag which shockingly continues to be FREE!!!Enter the Babylon SystemEnter the Babylon SystemEnter the Babylon System</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/117047013602333135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=117047013602333135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/117047013602333135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/117047013602333135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/go-get-it.html' title='go get it!'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-116206676308840544</id><published>2006-10-28T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:22:31.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where i'm at.</title><summary type='text'>i received this as a forward (one of the few i took the time to read) and decided to share it because its so f*ck!ng appropriate (pardon my french).---------------------The quarter life crisis:It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/116206676308840544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=116206676308840544' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/116206676308840544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/116206676308840544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-im-at.html' title='where i&apos;m at.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-116198596160203106</id><published>2006-10-27T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:07:06.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bring on the chrome!!</title><summary type='text'>thanks for the kind replies to my previous post. i'm better. moving on with life. not that i had much choice; even if i wanted to pause....the rollercoaster of life kept moving with me hanging on tightly trying not to lose my lunch...what have i been up to?work...that's pretty much it...there hasn't been much play time really in the last few monthsi realized that i've lost touch with a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/116198596160203106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=116198596160203106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/116198596160203106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/116198596160203106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/10/bring-on-chrome.html' title='bring on the chrome!!'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-115931293600407798</id><published>2006-09-26T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T17:02:37.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who knows what tomorrow brings?</title><summary type='text'>in the last few weeks the one thing i have heard repeated over and over again is that we are nothing in this world. something i always knew but i guess my cousin's death helped solidify that for me and other members of my family.i've mentioned before (when speaking about my father and my grandfather) how much i fear not only growing old but dying. but my cousin's death and the strange things that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/115931293600407798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=115931293600407798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/115931293600407798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/115931293600407798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-knows-what-tomorrow-brings.html' title='who knows what tomorrow brings?'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-115586775641944091</id><published>2006-08-17T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:22:36.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures in piscessoulland</title><summary type='text'>this summer has been full of adventures.oh, to tell all the stories...i wouldn't know where to begin.it was all good fun though...i am exhausted. exhilirated. ex....????(i dunno fill in another word).point is...i thoroughly enjoyed my summer.lots of kodak moments for lasting memories.but.really and truly.this was my purpose for blogging today.interesting.especially the little 'science experiment'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/115586775641944091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=115586775641944091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/115586775641944091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/115586775641944091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/08/adventures-in-piscessoulland.html' title='adventures in piscessoulland'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-115177603427814441</id><published>2006-07-01T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T13:53:43.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>........I know the plan, so I keep you scopin'.......... don't front...you know i gotcha open....</title><summary type='text'>shit.where do i begin.well...i guess i can start off by saying 'happy canada day' to my fellow canucks. majority of business are closed today and it's hot outside. perfect bbq weather. but that's not what i'm here to blog about.i'd been talking about ian's party 'bboy document' for MONTHS.i made it clear to everyone who would listen that this was a party that i would not be missing.my kinda thing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/115177603427814441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=115177603427814441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/115177603427814441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/115177603427814441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-plan-so-i-keep-you-scopin-dont.html' title='........I know the plan, so I keep you scopin&apos;.......... don&apos;t front...you know i gotcha open....'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-115065639703646618</id><published>2006-06-18T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:21:25.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if only everything in life had an easy button.</title><summary type='text'>ms. bri is back again this summer. she's a breath of fresh air to this house that only has adults. and has only had adults for the last 10 or so years.i put her to work this morning (because she woke me up at about 7:30am doing the typical stretch my eyelids open and inquire whether or not i'm awake yet). so as i type, she's in my room cleaning. lol. she enjoys it, so why not. but she made me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/115065639703646618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=115065639703646618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/115065639703646618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/115065639703646618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-only-everything-in-life-had-easy.html' title='if only everything in life had an easy button.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-114994906156180865</id><published>2006-06-10T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:20:11.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we are warriors....</title><summary type='text'>Soca Warriors!We are warriors...Soca WarriorsWe are the children...We are the nation of the...Soca WarriorsSoca Warriors!So yeah, they're in a tough group.But I'm hoping for atleast one win, so that I can hear about the madness that will be the celebration in Trinidad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114994906156180865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=114994906156180865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114994906156180865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114994906156180865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-are-warriors.html' title='we are warriors....'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-114965676491955148</id><published>2006-06-07T00:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:06:04.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good shit.</title><summary type='text'>i'm shining right now. seriously i am. i'm at that big jump. well, really it wasn't that big of a jump because it was an easy decision to make. somewhat. but i recognize that i am truly blessed right now. in the last few years, there have been ups and downs. but overall i have had been blessed to have had wonderful opportunities. seriously. and now this.new job.closer to home.i had expected to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114965676491955148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=114965676491955148' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114965676491955148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114965676491955148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-shit_07.html' title='good shit.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-114783706253861389</id><published>2006-05-16T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:37:42.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a weighing of options.</title><summary type='text'>it isn't really a weighing of options. really, the decision is clear. but, at the same time its a difficult decision to make. but it seems to have been made all the same.so.i got the job. not necessarily the one i wanted but rather, the one referred to as 'advancement'. of course, as is always the case...there would just have to be a but. in some ways, the 'but' was the deciding factor. so when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114783706253861389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=114783706253861389' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114783706253861389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114783706253861389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/05/weighing-of-options.html' title='a weighing of options.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-114757892409983784</id><published>2006-05-13T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:55:24.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>public service announcement</title><summary type='text'>if you live in the toronto area, i'm sure you know this already.if you don't....then, sadly you're missing out.OTAlive is hands down the best show on the radio right now. as a verb, 'best' really isn't descriptive enough to do the show justice but at this hour i can't think of anything else. so, tune in and hear it yourself...flow 93.5: saturdays 5 - 7pm and tuesdays 11pm - 1am.if you're not in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114757892409983784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=114757892409983784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114757892409983784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114757892409983784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/05/public-service-announcement.html' title='public service announcement'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-114637215797675121</id><published>2006-04-29T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:50:45.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aimless ramblings....aka: an update</title><summary type='text'>i wasn't supposed to be at home tonight.tonight was supposed to be one of our typical harold&amp;kumar2(because it's four of us)esque type nights. hit a party in honor of a friend who passed away a few months ago with the knowledge that we knew just enough people who definitely would be there that we were guaranteed to have a damn good night. most definitely.but.instead.i'm here. i'm not mad though. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114637215797675121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=114637215797675121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114637215797675121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114637215797675121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/aimless-ramblingsaka-update.html' title='aimless ramblings....aka: an update'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-114391802387124086</id><published>2006-04-01T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:06:45.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring is in the air...</title><summary type='text'>this post deserves to be long.i've been back from trinidad for almost a month. proof that time flies because i swear it was just this week that i flew back in..touched down in toronto at 7am and rushed home to shower, change and head back out to work for 9am. yeah...i did it..it was difficult as fuck to get through that day. but i did it, despite the fact that my body simply appeared to be parked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114391802387124086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=114391802387124086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114391802387124086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114391802387124086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-is-in-air.html' title='spring is in the air...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-114030163918989457</id><published>2006-02-18T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:28:52.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>absence alert!</title><summary type='text'>every once in a while, i have to remind myself and you (of course) that i am still here.  there's just a lot going on right now. every day i have new posts formulated in my head but i just haven't been able to commit myself to sitting here and actually typing them out.ain't nothing much changed.* work is still stressful...i've been working saturdays and late nights for the last little while. by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114030163918989457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=114030163918989457' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114030163918989457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/114030163918989457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/02/absence-alert.html' title='absence alert!'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-113837797755046847</id><published>2006-01-27T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:40:43.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jacked from ms. banton.</title><summary type='text'>bored at work...so i stole this one from fellow t-dotter becky banton.1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?   why can't i go back to sleep?2. How much cash do you have on you?  $10.853. What's a word that rhymes with TEST?  rest4. Planet?  mars5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list? my friend6. What is your favorite ring on your phone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113837797755046847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=113837797755046847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113837797755046847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113837797755046847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/jacked-from-ms-banton.html' title='jacked from ms. banton.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-113676851086120432</id><published>2006-01-08T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:56:20.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new year...new _______(?!?!)</title><summary type='text'>where do i begin?i feel like i am consistently trying to keep up with all aspects of life (blog included).i'm out of breath.i spent new year's eve at a house party where liquor was plentiful, food was in abundance and i feared the house would have burned down with the amount of weed smoking that was going on in the basement.  i left the house party at around 5am and spent the morning with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113676851086120432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=113676851086120432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113676851086120432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113676851086120432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-yearnew.html' title='new year...new _______(?!?!)'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-113608380549864474</id><published>2005-12-31T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T21:52:03.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113608380549864474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=113608380549864474' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113608380549864474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113608380549864474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-113305489126791301</id><published>2005-11-26T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T20:28:11.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>say no to christmas.</title><summary type='text'>this year i'm just saying no.my mother and i discussed it and we agreed.we aren't really celebrating christmas this year.please take note of the words 'aren't really'.what this means is, we aren't going to go through the hustle and bustle of decorating the house, putting up a tree, putting up lights outside the house. we will however, do the things that actually hold meaning to us. such as family</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113305489126791301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=113305489126791301' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113305489126791301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113305489126791301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/say-no-to-christmas.html' title='say no to christmas.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-113192926845817405</id><published>2005-11-13T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:49:36.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains it pours....</title><summary type='text'>sometimes.you sit around wondering why you don't have enough of something.then.when the forces choose to provide you with that 'something'.there is sometimes an overflowing.where you're given more than you truly need.perhaps it's a test.rotating..beady belle - airing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113192926845817405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=113192926845817405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113192926845817405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113192926845817405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='when it rains it pours....'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-113130730652589671</id><published>2005-11-06T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:18:07.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ni-'glekt</title><summary type='text'>Main Entry: ne·glectPronunciation: ni-'glektFunction: transitive verbEtymology: Latin neglectus, past participle of neglegere, neclegere, from nec- not (akin to ne- not) + legere to gather -- more at NO, LEGEND1 : to give little attention or respect to : DISREGARD2 : to leave undone or unattended to especially through carelessness- ne·glect·er nouni've been neglecting the blogosphere of late.i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113130730652589671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=113130730652589671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113130730652589671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/113130730652589671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/ni-glekt.html' title='ni-&apos;glekt'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-112895872519622746</id><published>2005-10-10T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T11:38:45.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>daily.</title><summary type='text'>i'm cheating because this isn't really an update. but these horoscopes reflect alot of what's been going on in the life of late.Daily Horoscope by Astrology.com Friday September 30, 2005   -------------------------------------------People who are a drain on your energy won't change, no matter how many chances you give them. Resolve to protect yourself and find like-minded types who are on your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/112895872519622746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=112895872519622746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112895872519622746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112895872519622746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/daily.html' title='daily.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-112656605459010573</id><published>2005-09-12T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:02:37.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...serene but in need of feeling free...</title><summary type='text'>August 3! wow! it's been a minute since the last update.so much to tell...so little space..so little time...where do i begin...my basement flooded when Katrina passed over Toronto. i am in no way complaining...because i have so much compared to the losses suffered in New Orleans. but when your computer, television and dvd player were all in your basement...as an internet and movie addict, i've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/112656605459010573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=112656605459010573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112656605459010573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112656605459010573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/09/serene-but-in-need-of-feeling-free.html' title='...serene but in need of feeling free...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-112561945064008666</id><published>2005-09-01T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:04:10.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought....</title><summary type='text'>Considering the price of gas.I'm going to be spending a lot more time blogging.i have much to tell...update soon come.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/112561945064008666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=112561945064008666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112561945064008666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112561945064008666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-thought.html' title='just a thought....'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-112312003798183198</id><published>2005-08-03T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:49:36.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still here....</title><summary type='text'>...really, i am.no recent posts since returning from my vacation because i'm out trying to enjoy the remnants of summer and taking weekend trips whenever the opportunity arises. next up...boston for the weekend of august 27; and long island for labour day weekend. hopefully.today i was lucky enough to catch ellis hall III or E3 at Flow 93.5's summer lunch time concert series.rotating...dangerdoom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/112312003798183198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=112312003798183198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112312003798183198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112312003798183198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-still-here.html' title='i&apos;m still here....'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-112079474619522461</id><published>2005-07-07T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:54:24.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..then i jetted in the jet...</title><summary type='text'>so it's 11:45pm and in less than 10 hours i will be boarding a bwia flight to sweet trinidad. the problem?it's 11:45pm and i'm no where close to being finished packing. my first suitcase has two pairs of jeans in it at the moment and i have about 2-3 loads of laundry (of clothes that need to come with me) that still need to be done.so why am i on the computer?i'm a junkie dammit! Ha!i'm stressed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/112079474619522461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=112079474619522461' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112079474619522461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112079474619522461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/07/then-i-jetted-in-jet.html' title='..then i jetted in the jet...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-112052450651847503</id><published>2005-07-04T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:51:16.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>madlib invasion...</title><summary type='text'>so as i mentioned amidst my broken bracelet drama..madlib was in town last week. although my pockets would not allow me to attend the actual show, i made sure to make my way over to the instore signing at hmv which happens to be about a block from where i work.i was disappointed that there wasn't more of a turnout. i walked in expecting to see a long line up. instead i was met with a handful of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/112052450651847503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=112052450651847503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112052450651847503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112052450651847503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/07/madlib-invasion.html' title='madlib invasion...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-112024362782252586</id><published>2005-07-01T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T14:47:07.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and my heart stopped...</title><summary type='text'>i never knew my father's sister. rather, i have no recollection of her. supposedly we look very much alike in complexion, height, features, texture of hair, etc... she died of cancer when i was very young and lived with us up to the time of her death. she and my father were very close and supposedly i was also quite attached to her as a baby. on my 9th or 10th birthday, my mother gave me a pair </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/112024362782252586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=112024362782252586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112024362782252586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/112024362782252586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-my-heart-stopped.html' title='and my heart stopped...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111920776195865457</id><published>2005-06-19T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:15:14.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's in the stars...</title><summary type='text'>PISCES Daily Horoscope by Astrology.comSunday June 19, 2005----------------------------------------------------------Looking to someone else to stand up for you just ain't gonna cut it. Figure out exactly what you want and need, and get it yourself. Once you reach for it, it'll becloser than you think. rotating...Roy Ayers: 1976-1981 - Virgin Ubiquity</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111920776195865457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111920776195865457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111920776195865457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111920776195865457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-in-stars.html' title='it&apos;s in the stars...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111888339506512723</id><published>2005-06-15T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:56:35.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm crossing my fingers....</title><summary type='text'>...and hoping that i can afford this one as well...but if my pockets can't support it, then i'll still show support by checking Lib and Med out at the instore signing taking place on June 30 at the HMV Superstore at 333 Yonge Street.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111888339506512723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111888339506512723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111888339506512723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111888339506512723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-crossing-my-fingers.html' title='i&apos;m crossing my fingers....'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111871454844027494</id><published>2005-06-13T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:02:28.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed</title><summary type='text'>i mentioned on a comment that i left on another blog (can't remember who's and it's too hot to go searching to find out) that i'm becoming overwhelmed by the influx of hip hop events hitting toronto over the next couple months.so...deep breath in...and go.....Illamental also brings you...R.A. the Rugged ManWith special guests Thoze GuyzFriday July 15, 2005The Richmond (above Fez Batik) 129 Peter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111871454844027494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111871454844027494' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111871454844027494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111871454844027494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/06/overwhelmed.html' title='overwhelmed'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111852926666032178</id><published>2005-06-11T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T18:37:39.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;insert funky title&lt;&lt;&lt;</title><summary type='text'>The baton was passed to me by the man behind vibes&amp;stuff - del.Not too much flourish in this post...you will note, there's no cool musical reference or quotes. i'm just giving the answers.Total volume of music files on my computerAs of last night zilch.  I purchased an external hard drive that now holds all my music. Volume as of today on the external is 10.49GB. As I mentioned previously, I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111852926666032178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111852926666032178' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111852926666032178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111852926666032178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/06/insert-funky-title.html' title='&gt;&gt;&gt;insert funky title&lt;&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111785956977560503</id><published>2005-06-04T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:32:49.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting fact.</title><summary type='text'>it's been 27 days.i would tell you the hours, minutes and seconds as well if i had those details.27 days since i last smoked weed.this may seem like nothing. but over the last year or so, i've smoked atleast once a week (atleast). don't ask me to provide you with details about the 'atmost'. weird thing is none of my friends seem to believe me. and a few of them have even asked 'how did you do it'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111785956977560503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111785956977560503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111785956977560503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111785956977560503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/06/interesting-fact.html' title='interesting fact.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111775132204737895</id><published>2005-06-02T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:28:42.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sad news...with a happy ending.</title><summary type='text'>so my Soul Kitchen party is cancelled/postponed/rescheduled. whichever way you want to put it, it's not going down this friday. *big pout*but, on a brighter note. i haven't stopped smiling since i received this in my inbox today:FRIDAY FUNK at DUNDAS SQUAREFree outdoor concert series@ Dundas Square (Yonge and Dundas St.E)Shows will be held from 6 - 9pm and they're all FREE!Featuring...the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111775132204737895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111775132204737895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111775132204737895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111775132204737895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad-newswith-happy-ending.html' title='sad news...with a happy ending.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111758914989249266</id><published>2005-05-31T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:44:37.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, an update...</title><summary type='text'>here are some events to check on in the t.dot this weekend....first up, my favourite party returns!&gt;&gt;click to enlarge&lt;&lt;i've raved about this party on numerous occasions. ofcourse, the fact that my favourite dj crew also happens to be the resident is just a tiny coincidence.but tonight, tune in to CBC Newsworld at 10pm EST for ROUGH CUTSBREAKIN' IN: THE MAKING OF A HIP HOP DANCERThe images are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111758914989249266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111758914989249266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111758914989249266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111758914989249266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-update.html' title='finally, an update...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111524825767030363</id><published>2005-05-04T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:13:07.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>once again it's on!</title><summary type='text'>Souled Out returns to Reilly's for another summer of dopeness. While I was not a regular patron last summer, I'm hoping to alter that in the '05. I'll be luring my girls to come out by holding the idea of cheap liquor in front of each of them like a dog biscuit. heh!Opening night is tonight (nope, won't be there...allergies are killing me) but I'm looking forward to the Common, Medaphoar and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111524825767030363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111524825767030363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111524825767030363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111524825767030363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/05/once-again-its-on.html' title='once again it&apos;s on!'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111500423231584291</id><published>2005-05-01T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:29:05.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.untitled.</title><summary type='text'>this is untitled because right now i'm posting out of habit. not because i have much to say, just because i'm online and was like...shyt, i haven't posted in here since april 15th (2 weeks ago). truth is, i haven't really been in the mood to struggle with blogger and it's sometime-ishness. overall, i just haven't been in the mood period.this tee best reflects my mood over the last few weeks. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111500423231584291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111500423231584291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111500423231584291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111500423231584291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/05/untitled.html' title='.untitled.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111365887556382194</id><published>2005-04-16T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T09:44:48.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>further distractions...</title><summary type='text'>i believe tickets for this event are in the $30 range. if i can find something to wear, better believe i will be there. it's been ages since i got dressed up and partied and as i mentioned in the previous post i'm searching for distractions presently.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111365887556382194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111365887556382194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111365887556382194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111365887556382194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/04/further-distractions.html' title='further distractions...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111352635877088159</id><published>2005-04-14T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:01:48.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cobwebs.and.butterflies</title><summary type='text'>i cleaned half of my room on sunday. amidst many pauses. breaks to check my email. breaks to talk on the phone and just overall procrastination, it took me all day. ALL day to clean HALF my room. note: my room is not that big. at about 9pm on sunday night when i was finally done, i took a step back and looked at my work with admiration. my immediate thought...i need to do the same with certain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111352635877088159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111352635877088159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111352635877088159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111352635877088159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/04/cobwebsandbutterflies.html' title='cobwebs.and.butterflies'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111326978980379682</id><published>2005-04-11T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:38:04.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ms.soul recommends...</title><summary type='text'>Bump &amp; Hustle...music provided by Paul E. Lopes and Mike TullSaturday, April 16, 2005at Rivoli : 334 Queen Street WestOnly $5 at the door B4 11pm, $10 afterCheck the peeps at Hot Stepper for more details.One of the Tdot's many dope parties.If I were partying this Saturday, this is where I would be.rotating...Sade: No Ordinary Love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111326978980379682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111326978980379682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111326978980379682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111326978980379682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/04/mssoul-recommends.html' title='ms.soul recommends...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111300318055497649</id><published>2005-04-08T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:33:00.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my day just got better...</title><summary type='text'>what a day..missed my train this morning..stood in the line at tim horton's..got to the front and realized i didn't have cash on me and had to run to the bank and then come back (becuz Tim's doesn't have interac)..i got a sudden influx of claims today (in addition to the pile already at my desk)..the ttc goes on strike (which means next week is going to be a mess).my train coming home was latebut</summary><link 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src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111222654629882522</id><published>2005-03-30T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:25:12.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vexation.</title><summary type='text'>is that a word..vexation? if it isn't..it will be today for the purposes of this post. so here's the update...(tho there isn't much to say).i'm feeling the winter blahs (i think i've made it clear on a few occasion through out this blog that i despise winter), but my spirits are lifting because the snow in my backyard is slowly disappearing and now when i arrive home from work it's actually still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111222654629882522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111222654629882522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111222654629882522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111222654629882522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/vexation.html' title='vexation.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111133272388127657</id><published>2005-03-20T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T10:32:03.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let's see...</title><summary type='text'>Who Links To Me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111133272388127657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111133272388127657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111133272388127657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111133272388127657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/lets-see.html' title='let&apos;s see...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111099730035122734</id><published>2005-03-16T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:21:40.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some more.</title><summary type='text'>chances are rather slim that i will be attending any of these shows. however, someone needs to go so they can tell me about it.ok i lied. i'm hoping to maybe attend john legend and (fingers crossed) slum village. john legend is looking like a definite, because it's r&amp;b and i can coerce my girls into attending. slum village is a 'maybe i should hang with the fellas' because none of my girls will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111099730035122734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111099730035122734' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111099730035122734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111099730035122734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-more.html' title='some more.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111093107492727507</id><published>2005-03-15T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T18:57:54.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i lack purpose</title><summary type='text'>All i'm here to say is this is a dope video.that's all folks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111093107492727507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111093107492727507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111093107492727507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111093107492727507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-lack-purpose.html' title='i lack purpose'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111084981706236320</id><published>2005-03-14T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T20:23:37.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection eternal</title><summary type='text'>after spending the weekend contemplating and once again coming to the realization that there are some changes that need to occur in my life, I began a new book today.on friday night, i saw hitch. (side note: who would've thought our little fresh prince would have evolved into such a sex object). listening to the speech in which he basically calls out all women and puts us on blast for limiting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111084981706236320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111084981706236320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111084981706236320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111084981706236320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/reflection-eternal.html' title='reflection eternal'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-111032794814638549</id><published>2005-03-08T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:47:19.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously random</title><summary type='text'>sometimes throughout the day, something will happen or someone will say something and i'll think to myself shyt..gotta write about that one in my blog. but occasional weed smoker that i am, by the time i get home and log on to this cancer emitting box...i've forgotten all the things i had pinpointed to blog about.that's what happened today. i came home from work with a nagging feel that there was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111032794814638549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=111032794814638549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111032794814638549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/111032794814638549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/seriously-random.html' title='seriously random'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110981123795914417</id><published>2005-03-02T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:05:37.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>26</title><summary type='text'>happy birthday to me.as usual, it was just another day.the most touching moment of my day came when i arrived home, went to greet my grandfather good evening and he welcomed me with a booming happy birthday. i'm touched, because despite the dementia he remembered. i received much needed reading material as gifts.i mentioned a few months back that now that i commute to work i've rekindled my love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110981123795914417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110981123795914417' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110981123795914417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110981123795914417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/26.html' title='26'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110972978000588942</id><published>2005-03-01T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:16:20.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you can hate me now.</title><summary type='text'>black people all over are going to hate me for saying this, so i'm going to keep this short and sweet. i'm upset that jamie foxx won best actor. yes, i said it. so go ahead and commence with the hate mail and leave your comments below. ray was a good movie, but it wasn't great or excellent. yes, jamie did a good impersonation of ray charles throughout the movie, but overall is he a superb actor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110972978000588942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110972978000588942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110972978000588942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110972978000588942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-can-hate-me-now.html' title='you can hate me now.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110952956235330154</id><published>2005-02-27T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:39:22.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Every breath contains our greatest fear-that there may not be another, and our greatest joy-that there is."</title><summary type='text'>i've realized that my greatest fear is growing old.my grandfather is about 95. essentially, he is in good health. a vegetarian who up to last year lived on his own and went for daily walks (regardless of the weather). i remember being in my first year of university and living in an area that was about a 30-45 minute bus ride from his apartment. there was a really horrible snow storm, so much so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110952956235330154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110952956235330154' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110952956235330154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110952956235330154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/02/every-breath-contains-our-greatest.html' title='&quot;Every breath contains our greatest fear-that there may not be another, and our greatest joy-that there is.&quot;'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110920138644424851</id><published>2005-02-23T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:30:07.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>show.and.tell.</title><summary type='text'>sorry ladies, but Ronnie's pointing at me here. This was just one of our many moments. Michael Bivens &amp; my other love, Ralph**singing** if it isn't love..why does it feel this way..why does she stay on...my mind...rotating...is there any question? N.E. Heartbreak</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110920138644424851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110920138644424851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110920138644424851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110920138644424851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/02/showandtell.html' title='show.and.tell.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110905582965681065</id><published>2005-02-22T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T02:05:37.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guilt.</title><summary type='text'>there were a few moments last night, as ralph looked deeply into my eyes and sang to me that i felt a sense of guilt. i'm not selfish 'mr. sensitivity', i'll share you with the world.  i think that some of the other females in attendance were getting a tad jealous.  then, on top of that.while ralph was singing to me, i couldn't keep my eyes off of ronnie. i felt like i was secretly betraying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110905582965681065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110905582965681065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110905582965681065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110905582965681065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/02/guilt.html' title='guilt.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110808454098147315</id><published>2005-02-10T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:20:49.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the miseducation of piscessoul</title><summary type='text'>i've been misinformed.somewhere along the lines of life, i thought that what friends do is support. that if you have good fortune, they're there to cheer you on. and if you have misfortune, they're there to lend support.i will repeat, i've been misinformed.picture it a group of friends having a casual night out at a restaurant. reminiscing on life, the good old days, blah blah blah. so anyways</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110808454098147315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110808454098147315' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110808454098147315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110808454098147315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/02/miseducation-of-piscessoul.html' title='the miseducation of piscessoul'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110770811659375769</id><published>2005-02-06T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T11:41:56.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's going on?</title><summary type='text'>jan.25 seems like just yesterday, yet it was 13 days ago. 2 whole weeks. which is good, because it means that winter is flying by and before i know it, it'll be spring. as i say this, my fingers are crossed and i am intensely hoping that there won't be anymore snow.it's super bowl sunday and as i've admitted before i really don't care who wins or loses but i sure as hell will be at a superbowl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110770811659375769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110770811659375769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110770811659375769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110770811659375769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-going-on.html' title='what&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110671084936167043</id><published>2005-01-25T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:40:49.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>will it ever end?!?!?</title><summary type='text'>it's snowing...again.i'm tired of the white stuff.the last few weeks have been depressing. i'm diagnosing myself with seasonal affective disorder (look it up, if you don't know what it is). snow, snow and more snow. and when there isn't snow, it's slush. yet another thing i despise about winter. to make it even worse..to deepen the blow..i sit and listen to my mom, grandfather and various other</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110671084936167043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110671084936167043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110671084936167043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110671084936167043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/01/will-it-ever-end.html' title='will it ever end?!?!?'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110576121534784348</id><published>2005-01-14T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T23:24:18.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>better but not the best</title><summary type='text'>this week was better.not great, but definitely better.my supervisor actually came to my desk to let me know that she was impressed with the fact that i am catching on quickly and had begun working independently less than a month after starting. i guess i'm doing better than i thought. i can say i actually like my current supervisor which is more than i can say for my last two employers.  plus,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110576121534784348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110576121534784348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110576121534784348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110576121534784348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/01/better-but-not-best.html' title='better but not the best'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110533680108022649</id><published>2005-01-10T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T01:00:01.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to be free....like the wind.</title><summary type='text'>this weekend was all about movies. (what else do i do during the winter?).the theme for this weekend (unintentionally)...was passion. two movies, set in different cultures and ultimately the story revolved around passion. showing that passion isn't always demonstrated through sex but also manifests through war. interesting. i enjoyed The House of Flying Daggers slightly more though. Troy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110533680108022649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110533680108022649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110533680108022649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110533680108022649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-be-freelike-wind.html' title='to be free....like the wind.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110514552506460657</id><published>2005-01-07T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T20:02:38.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>show.support.</title><summary type='text'>can you guess that REMG is one of my favourite promoters?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110514552506460657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110514552506460657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110514552506460657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110514552506460657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/01/showsupport.html' title='show.support.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110507263063008021</id><published>2005-01-06T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T23:52:23.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>employment woes</title><summary type='text'>today was a shitty day.the day begun badly because the snow was beginning to fall bringing with it the knowledge that the day would inevitably end with me at the GO Train parking lot sitting in a freezing car waiting for it to warm up a bit before venturing out to spend 20 or more minutes trying to clear the snow and scrape off the ice. yuck. i hate winter. and of course, my train was late. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110507263063008021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110507263063008021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110507263063008021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110507263063008021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/01/employment-woes.html' title='employment woes'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110497365219594402</id><published>2005-01-05T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:07:32.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>materialistic me.</title><summary type='text'>I need a new phone.For once, this is not a want. The phone I currently have has past it's retirement.It's been used, overused and abused (read: falling onto hardwood, concrete and deep into snow). I currently have a flip which is compact, tiny, lightweight and fits into any purse, clutch or pocket without a problem. Even though the 'flip' took some getting used to, I've grown to love flipping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110497365219594402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110497365219594402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110497365219594402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110497365219594402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/01/materialistic-me.html' title='materialistic me.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110473481586480162</id><published>2005-01-03T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T01:46:55.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>second thoughts</title><summary type='text'>i'm kicking myself right now.i'm satisfied with my Christmas presents.but I would have been even happier, had I thought to ask for this instead.mind you I know it's not released as yet,but had I really thought it out,it would have dawned on me to ask for a gift card to HMVthat way, on january 25th, i could have cheerfullly waltzed into HMVpresented my gift card and strolled out with my box</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110473481586480162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110473481586480162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110473481586480162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110473481586480162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2005/01/second-thoughts.html' title='second thoughts'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110454385382899814</id><published>2004-12-31T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:09:36.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><summary type='text'>what a christmas!in fact...what a year!!I look back and am in awe of how much has happened this year.Graduating.New responsibilities.Partying it up in Trinidad for Carnival.Going through 5 different jobs this year.Finally landing a permanent place of employment.And so much more.This was an awful year for some people I know.But it marked the beginning of so much more for me.2005 (shyt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110454385382899814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110454385382899814' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110454385382899814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110454385382899814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110387669127892754</id><published>2004-12-24T03:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T03:24:51.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>help wanted.</title><summary type='text'>I'm placing an advertisement in the local paper.I'm recruiting.Help Wanted.Need willing, patient, nimble fingered individual to assist with removal of braids.(hair extensions for any non-black/urban readers).  Compensation will be provided by way of my being forever grateful for you taking pity on me; and if that's not enough you can partake in my family Christmas dinner. It's 3:17 am and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110387669127892754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110387669127892754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110387669127892754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110387669127892754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/12/help-wanted.html' title='help wanted.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110363220350850595</id><published>2004-12-21T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T07:32:05.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><summary type='text'>Pisces Daily Horoscopeby Astrology.comYou're known for accommodating others, usually at your own expense. If you're tempted to act without any thoughts for your own happiness, keep in mind that someone could be trying to take advantage of you. Be tough!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110363220350850595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110363220350850595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110363220350850595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110363220350850595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/12/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110308160043631885</id><published>2004-12-14T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T22:33:20.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the process of elimination</title><summary type='text'>"Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however unlikely, is the truth" Sir Arthur Conan Doylescience was never my favourite subject. but one of the things i remember vaguely is that in a process of elimination, you eliminate all incorrect diagnoses until only one correct one is left.  that being said, i'm getting rid of the dead weight in my life. mathematically speaking, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110308160043631885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110308160043631885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110308160043631885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110308160043631885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/12/process-of-elimination.html' title='the process of elimination'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110289831638844871</id><published>2004-12-12T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T19:38:36.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nas.is.like</title><summary type='text'>i'm not as big a nas fan as i used to be way back when.i'm one of those fans who lost interest after he started thinking he was nastradamus and hasn't jumped back on the band wagon as yet. the latest double disc has been sitting on top of my cd player (still wrapped) for about 2 weeks now. while i was very pleased to be getting to go the concert for free, i was a bit apprehensive as i was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110289831638844871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110289831638844871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110289831638844871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110289831638844871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/12/nasislike.html' title='nas.is.like'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110272767841484921</id><published>2004-12-10T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:14:38.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the hook up</title><summary type='text'>It always irks me when my bro comes at me after the fact to mention:"you wanted to go to that show?..oh, I had tickets. I didn't know you were interested"or"i had meant to tell you about this sale I worked at last week, they gave me $1000 worth of free clothing"So after the last incident, I had a little talk with him.Seems like he listened because he hooked up passes for me to go to the Nas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110272767841484921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110272767841484921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110272767841484921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110272767841484921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/12/hook-up.html' title='the hook up'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110255295637101876</id><published>2004-12-08T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:42:36.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas shopping</title><summary type='text'>i love shopping.so for me christmas shopping is usually a breeze.what gets in the way are the people in the malls/stores.Last year I bought my brother this poster by an incredibly dope artist named Justin Bua.  I'm rather proud to say that he loved it and i'm contemplating grabbing some more of dude's prints for myself. I think the bro will be just as impressed with this year's Christmas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110255295637101876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110255295637101876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110255295637101876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110255295637101876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='christmas shopping'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110238490117379363</id><published>2004-12-06T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:09:09.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things i've learned.</title><summary type='text'>. trust no one!. because the walls apparently have ears.. commuting in the winter is not going to be fun.. i'm not ready for snow. it's getting cold, but i'm not ready for freezing weather either.. Brooklyn cats are crazy. getting caught in the middle of a shoot out at Flatbush&amp;Church at 6am is NOT fun.. in the real world, a half hour lunch looks pretty similar to a 45 minute lunch. when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110238490117379363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110238490117379363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110238490117379363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110238490117379363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/12/things-ive-learned.html' title='things i&apos;ve learned.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110127036567877657</id><published>2004-11-23T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T23:26:43.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.gone too soon.</title><summary type='text'>Proof that life is short and sometimes we take life for granted by testing our fate.  Gone, but not forgotten.- from the Toronto Star; www.thestar.comNov. 21, 2004. 08:51 AM Two killed in fiery car crashEMILY MATHIEUSTAFF REPORTERSpeed may have been the cause of a horrific crash in Scarborough this morning. The car involved in the crash was traveling near the intersection of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110127036567877657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110127036567877657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110127036567877657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110127036567877657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/11/gone-too-soon.html' title='.gone too soon.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110074660662909952</id><published>2004-11-17T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T21:56:46.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hobbies.</title><summary type='text'>On my train ride to work this morning, I sat next to a woman who was crocheting a scarf. Watching her work got me thinking...I know how to crochet...a bit. Shoot...why not crochet a scarf for myself?  If it turns out nicely, maybe i'll get my friend's mom to show me how to crochet a hat; maybe even some gloves to match.  So on my way home tonight, I popped into Wal Mart (a store that is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110074660662909952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110074660662909952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110074660662909952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110074660662909952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/11/hobbies.html' title='hobbies.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110057875776772801</id><published>2004-11-15T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T23:50:19.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brand new.</title><summary type='text'>Today I.... started my new job. realized how boring training is. shopped with money I have yet to make. experienced the 'joys' of the early morning commute. attended a screening of the pilot - 'da Kink in my Hair' (**props to Trey Anthony, Ngozi Paul, Sheryl Lee Ralph and Vision TV**). witnessed a white dude sit himself down between two well dressed upper class white women, proceed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110057875776772801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110057875776772801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110057875776772801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110057875776772801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/11/brand-new.html' title='brand new.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110045931747738255</id><published>2004-11-14T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T14:08:37.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.pissed.</title><summary type='text'>I just spent a good chunk of time typing up a post about looking forward to my first day of work, looking forward to working downtown, the pros and cons of working downtown, sleeping through the OH NO concert, the fact that ODB dropped dead and my shopping problem. Guess what...Blogger fucked up and that lovely post is lost.I'm not in the mood to retype so that little synopsis up top will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110045931747738255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110045931747738255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110045931747738255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110045931747738255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/11/pissed.html' title='.pissed.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-110021716348702782</id><published>2004-11-11T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T18:52:43.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.iam.addicted</title><summary type='text'>Words cannot explain how much I needed that week off. It was grrreat. I did not think about work or any other stressors once.  Puerto Rico, St. Thomas, St. Maarten, Antigua, Barbados, St. Lucia.  Friends, family, sun, sea and sand (and liquor of course).  What more could I ask for?I found proof that I am an internet junkie.  During one of the few downtimes onboard the ship...I found myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110021716348702782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=110021716348702782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110021716348702782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/110021716348702782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/11/iamaddicted.html' title='.iam.addicted'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109822819330333077</id><published>2004-10-19T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T19:23:13.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so excited...</title><summary type='text'>I'm so excited right now.My fingers were turning blue from being crossed so tightly.But I can finally uncross them and breathe.I feel lighter (not too difficult for skinny me), but I truly have to say that since about 2:45 pm today I've felt like I'm walking on air.  I felt almost giddy with my excitement. You see the job I interviewed for last week, called today to officially extend an offer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109822819330333077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109822819330333077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109822819330333077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109822819330333077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-excited.html' title='so excited...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109804820331558064</id><published>2004-10-17T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:44:14.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>13 days and counting....(and other miscellaneous ish)</title><summary type='text'>I leave on the 30th for Puerto Rico.That leaves 13 days for me to pack and get my shyt together. 10 business days. Which is equivalent to next week because I know the next few days are just going to fly by.I have a problem with packing. I usually end up taking WAY more clothes than I really need....just in case. BUT, because this is a cruise...that's not an option. I need to pack carefully. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109804820331558064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109804820331558064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109804820331558064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109804820331558064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/10/13-days-and-countingand-other.html' title='13 days and counting....(and other miscellaneous ish)'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109701933082437706</id><published>2004-10-05T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:35:30.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>regret.</title><summary type='text'>Someone told me once that i should live without regret.  I wish i could speak with that person again to ask a couple questions about that statement.  I guess you could say, I regret not asking these questions at the time.  Like, is it okay to think about the situation you could possibly be 'regretful' about? Or does thinking about it constitute regret? And shouldn't be regret be okay, I mean </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109701933082437706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109701933082437706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109701933082437706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109701933082437706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/10/regret.html' title='regret.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109642037852659300</id><published>2004-09-28T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T21:14:14.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>memoirs of summer....</title><summary type='text'>Today was an absolutely shitty day, it seemed never ending and I couldn't wait for it to be over and head home.  Work continues to stress me out.  With nothing better to do, I decided to finally uploaded some pictures from the summer.Taken during a moment of boredom at home.  It's a plant if you haven't figured that out yet.I have yet to provide the details of my camping experience.  Yes,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109642037852659300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109642037852659300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109642037852659300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109642037852659300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/09/memoirs-of-summer.html' title='memoirs of summer....'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109626104099813680</id><published>2004-09-27T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T00:57:20.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life's a bitch....</title><summary type='text'>My mother has many rules.  One of the most important that she consistently reminds us of is: "never go to sleep angry" (meaning, if you have a fight with someone, she believes that before you go to bed..you need to reach an understanding even if it's agreeing to disagree).  Her rationale: if something were to happen to that person you would forever be filled with the regret of things ending on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109626104099813680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109626104099813680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109626104099813680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109626104099813680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/09/lifes-bitch.html' title='life&apos;s a bitch....'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109546073754981484</id><published>2004-09-17T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T18:38:57.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...yeah.</title><summary type='text'>I have so much to say.  But just am not in the mood to type any of it.  Maybe some other day.  Until then..this looked fun:FIRSTSFirst best friend: FyfeFirst car: 1989 ford taurus, it died 2 years ago after failing an emissions testFirst date: all i remember is ice cream and a beachFirst kiss: happened a long time agoFirst screen name: Unique which evolved into yoonique which evolved into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109546073754981484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109546073754981484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109546073754981484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109546073754981484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/09/umyeah.html' title='Um...yeah.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109424105120649743</id><published>2004-09-03T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T15:50:51.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe tomorrow, i'll want to settle down. But until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on....</title><summary type='text'>Last night was ladies night in.  An impromptu night where myself and three of my girlfriends just hung out, got just a little inebriated and cracked the silliest jokes that only we could truly appreciated.  The night started out early at 5:30 pm, initiated by planning that needed to be done for the upcoming long weekend.  But after planning, it hit us that it was a beautiful night and we sat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109424105120649743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109424105120649743' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109424105120649743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109424105120649743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/09/maybe-tomorrow-ill-want-to-settle-down.html' title='maybe tomorrow, i&apos;ll want to settle down. But until tomorrow, I&apos;ll just keep moving on....'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109370925833033652</id><published>2004-08-28T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T12:19:31.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>soul good!</title><summary type='text'>If you are ever in the Toronto area when this party is going on and you like old school r'n'b and soul and house, then you NEED to attend this party. The music was EXCELLENT. Great job Max and Scratch. Y'all had me dancing all night into the morning when I left at 4 am! There was no real 'downtime', you know that time when the dj is playing a song that sucks so you use that opportunity to go to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109370925833033652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109370925833033652' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109370925833033652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109370925833033652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/08/soul-good_28.html' title='soul good!'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109339996434034385</id><published>2004-08-24T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T22:12:44.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all falls down...</title><summary type='text'>Perdita's crash brought tears to my eyes.She tried to maintain her composure...But it all came tumbling down...I give her the utmost respect for the way that she handled it.  The way that she kept her composure despite the fact that I know she must have been boiling inside.  She was graceful and thoughtful enough to extend her thanks to her supporters and family and friends; and even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109339996434034385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109339996434034385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109339996434034385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109339996434034385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/08/all-falls-down.html' title='all falls down...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109319661868693630</id><published>2004-08-22T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T13:43:38.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty confession....</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning with the intention of cleaning my room.But just minutes into cleaning...my computer called me.It seems to do that every once in a while. Just whisper my name a volume that somehow no one else seems to hear.It began with an, "i'll just do a quick email check".Four hours later, I'm still online.But the point of this post is...As I was cleaning, I began to sift </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109319661868693630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109319661868693630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109319661868693630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109319661868693630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/08/guilty-confession.html' title='guilty confession....'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109278694325538964</id><published>2004-08-17T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T20:20:11.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..so much things to say.....</title><summary type='text'>Damn Lauryn! You're missed and people like me need more music from you.  ((need is the operative word there)). In case you haven't realized, the title of this post is a reference to Ms. Hill. The content of the song has nothing to do with what I have to say...just the idea that I've had a lot on my mind and therefore have a lot to release. Let me provide forewarning, this post will be extremely</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109278694325538964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109278694325538964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109278694325538964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109278694325538964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-much-things-to-say.html' title='..so much things to say.....'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109183169919192967</id><published>2004-08-06T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T18:35:37.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>places to go, people to see...</title><summary type='text'>Even though the weather this summer has been essentially shitty. Toronto continues to bring the hotness with a continuous thread of dope shows. Here are just a few upcoming events (think of it as must see tv.). REMG should pay me for all of this free advertising!!REMG presents...John LegendJohn Legend graces Fez Batik for this intimate Toronto performance on Monday August 9, 2004. Fresh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109183169919192967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109183169919192967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109183169919192967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109183169919192967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/08/places-to-go-people-to-see.html' title='places to go, people to see...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109125580788496260</id><published>2004-07-31T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T02:36:47.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this ain't no lie!</title><summary type='text'>I swear raccoons are evil. Especially the ones in my neighbourhood. I've had a strong suspicion for a while now. But tonite I found the evidence that I needed.It's Caribana weekend, so I've been partying since Thursday (and still going to work for 9 am each morning). So today consisted of work, stopping by my aunt's bbq, hitting my homegirl's house smokin' and having a drink, repeating the same</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109125580788496260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109125580788496260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109125580788496260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109125580788496260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-aint-no-lie.html' title='this ain&apos;t no lie!'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109077170062845525</id><published>2004-07-25T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T12:08:20.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's carnival!!</title><summary type='text'>Now, please note the above title must be said in a certain way. It is not 'it's car-ni-val'. NO! If you are familiar with soca, think Destra Garcia. Phonetically, say 'is cah-na-val!' There, you got it. That's lesson one in Trini lingo...lesson two will follow shortly. So yes, Caribana is here. For those that don't know, Caribana is Toronto's Caribbean Carnival. I say Caribbean because it has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109077170062845525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109077170062845525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109077170062845525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109077170062845525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-carnival.html' title='it&apos;s carnival!!'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109028697847637626</id><published>2004-07-19T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T21:41:26.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>funnies.</title><summary type='text'> courtesy of The Boondocks &amp; UComics </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109028697847637626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109028697847637626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109028697847637626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109028697847637626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/07/funnies.html' title='funnies.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-109019549744539419</id><published>2004-07-18T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T20:04:57.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!</title><summary type='text'>Never, ever, ever take 4 children under the age of 5 to a theme park when they've had a full night sleep and you've only had 4 hours sleep. BAD IDEA!! Believe me, I found out the hard way.  I was sleeping on myself on the majority of the rides and they (and the thousands of other miserable children) were screaming in my ear, intensifying my headache (nahh, it ain't a hangover...i just needed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/109019549744539419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=109019549744539419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109019549744539419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/109019549744539419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/07/warning.html' title='WARNING!'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-108994072343583548</id><published>2004-07-15T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T21:22:17.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.postscriptum.</title><summary type='text'>I updated. Changed the color. Layout. Blah. Blah. Blah. I am not a techy, so this is all courtesy of blogger.com. However, after updating I realized that blogger appears to have implemented their own comments system and absentminded me can't remember where I got my previous comments template from.  Therefore (the simple point of all this rambling), I lost all previous comments. =&lt; Oh well...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/108994072343583548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=108994072343583548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108994072343583548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108994072343583548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/07/postscriptum.html' title='.postscriptum.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-108993729029933240</id><published>2004-07-15T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T20:21:30.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i think, therefore...</title><summary type='text'>I say...You think..Crippling:: wheelchairTough:: alligatorSlinky:: snakeSlogan:: I'm lovin' itStuffed:: potatoesInstructions:: restrictionsExpletive:: OH NO!Cartoon:: GargamelToddler:: MessInsinuation:: Liescourtesy of..Unconsious Mutterings</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/108993729029933240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=108993729029933240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108993729029933240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108993729029933240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-think-therefore.html' title='i think, therefore...'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-108985021429248548</id><published>2004-07-14T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T20:10:14.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the real world</title><summary type='text'>Have I mentioned how much I hate the real world? If I haven't, let me say it right now....I hate the real world. In this so called 'real world', I no longer have extended health coverage..I have ongoing debt..I wake up Monday to Friday wishing it was Saturday or Sunday..i'm forever irritable..i'm jealous of friends who haven't been 'lucky' enough to make it to the real world as yet..and i always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/108985021429248548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=108985021429248548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108985021429248548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108985021429248548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/07/real-world.html' title='the real world'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-108906683101038949</id><published>2004-07-05T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T18:33:51.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Madness.</title><summary type='text'>1. I usually clean my house on _________, or about every ____ days. ((umm, how about whenever I have the time or remember, no set schedule here))2. My favorite Sunday night program to watch on television is __________.3. Monday morning I usually waking up thinking, "What excuse have I not used yet to call in sick."4. To wind down at the end of a busy day, I like to ((Turn off the lights, curl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/108906683101038949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=108906683101038949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108906683101038949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108906683101038949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/07/monday-madness.html' title='Monday Madness.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-108847320101385888</id><published>2004-06-28T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T21:40:01.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sparetime.</title><summary type='text'>Ever since I quit the part time gig, I've been spending more money. Money I don't have. Working on a Saturday, I didn't have the luxury of being idle on a Saturday. Now that I'm home on Saturdays with nothing to do, where does Ms.Soul find herself? Shopping. I cleaned out my closet, yet I've filled the vacant spaces and ended up having to buy more hangers. If I keep going at this rate I will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/108847320101385888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=108847320101385888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108847320101385888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108847320101385888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/06/sparetime.html' title='sparetime.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-108673764528359220</id><published>2004-06-08T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:50:46.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>strike4?</title><summary type='text'>This is my fourth attempt to post in the last couple days. Twice yesterday, just as I hit the climax of my post, the power went out. So as I mentioned, this is my fourth attempt...if something should happen during this post, i will not be trying again.So here's a summary of the content of my last three post attempts:- i quit my part time customer service job that I've been holding down for the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/108673764528359220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=108673764528359220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108673764528359220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108673764528359220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/06/strike4.html' title='strike4?'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-108472843746163125</id><published>2004-05-16T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T13:27:17.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UP.date</title><summary type='text'>Life continues to be hectic.So much has been going on, in terms of preparing for graduation and entering the 'real world'.  Yeah, that's right. The 'real world' - a world where I no longer have any medical benefits, am working three jobs to try to get my foot in the door and am faced with bill, Bills and More BILLS!!I'm not ready. You see I can admit to the fact that I have been spoiled. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/108472843746163125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=108472843746163125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108472843746163125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108472843746163125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/05/update.html' title='UP.date'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-108234861779621276</id><published>2004-04-18T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T00:27:40.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers.</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe it's mid April.  In fact it seems like just yesterday that I last posted in here (as opposed to 3-4 weeks ago).  This month has been extremely hectic due to night school finals and work and it's been impacting my health.  I was off sick for about 3 days one week and then was off for the entire week of Easter because I had the pleasure of having to have a root canal done.  I need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/108234861779621276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=108234861779621276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108234861779621276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108234861779621276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/04/april-showers.html' title='April Showers.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-108049023105109831</id><published>2004-03-28T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T11:14:29.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change.</title><summary type='text'>Pisces Daily Horoscope -----------------------------------------by Astrocenter.comThe attitudes of others towards you, particularly close friends, may seem to be changing, and you aren't likely to be sure about what this means. The fact is, dear Pisces, you are changing, and some of your friends may like what you're becoming, and others might feel less comfortable. You can't stop what's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/108049023105109831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=108049023105109831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108049023105109831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/108049023105109831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/03/change.html' title='change.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337793.post-107983701545872222</id><published>2004-03-20T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T22:32:18.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>searching.</title><summary type='text'>Last night was mother daughter night.  Moms and I saw 'Adventures of a Black Girl in Search of God'.  We both left the theatre raving about how much we enjoyed the performance and were particularly impressed by the actress - Karen Robinson - who portrayed Rainey Johnson.  I completely related with her doubts and questions.  It's odd, because like her I was 'raised in the church'.  My mother has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/107983701545872222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337793&amp;postID=107983701545872222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/107983701545872222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337793/posts/default/107983701545872222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscessoul.blogspot.com/2004/03/searching.html' title='searching.'/><author><name>piscessoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14360881152996015672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://piscessoul.homestead.com/files/urbanflower.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
