<?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-1888025414899835756</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:50:24.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dest Un</title><subtitle type='html'>-Destimulo Universalis
- To run through it all-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-6391503454422904823</id><published>2007-10-23T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:55:34.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Suicide</title><summary type='text'>An amazing revelation has come over me.As much as I wish for love, as hard as I look. I'm beginning to feel like maybe it won't happen. Someday possibly, but at the moment, all my attempts at any form of relationship with a woman just falls to the floor like a crumpled piece of paper. After I spend so much time carefully folding and creasing said paper into a swan. It returns to me in a crumpled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/6391503454422904823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=6391503454422904823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6391503454422904823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6391503454422904823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-is-suicide.html' title='Love is Suicide'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-5393615513714830809</id><published>2007-10-09T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T09:20:47.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Beach</title><summary type='text'>Been so long.Life's dramas and stresses crashed down upon my soul and I stood there in it's wake. Staring it down as it fell upon me. It slowly passed, and it caused pain and torment, but I did not budge. I have not given up on life, and I shall never give up on life so easily as that. After the waves were merely puddles around my feet, I did not turn around to watch it leave. I moved forward. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/5393615513714830809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=5393615513714830809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/5393615513714830809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/5393615513714830809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-beach.html' title='Life&amp;#39;s a Beach'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-6712830129227135692</id><published>2007-07-07T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:48:19.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trillian Bajillion</title><summary type='text'>My father snores...makes it hard to sleep..Nuff said.Except...I love you my Sho. My beautiful woman, the love of my life.Stay StrangeStrangeBumPowered by ScribeFire.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/6712830129227135692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=6712830129227135692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6712830129227135692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6712830129227135692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/07/trillian-bajillion.html' title='Trillian Bajillion'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-5377883338712860950</id><published>2007-07-06T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:35:57.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Roast Coffee</title><summary type='text'>So here I am just outside of Tucson in Busbee, Arizona. Just a little family vacation to Kartchner Caverns..which I need to say was quite stunning. It's been a long time since I've seen such an amazing piece of nature. I plan on taking my Sho to a cave now, I want to see more of them, it's really an amazing thing to witness in person and I know that Sho would love to tour through one, it's dark </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/5377883338712860950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=5377883338712860950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/5377883338712860950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/5377883338712860950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/07/smart-roast-coffee.html' title='Smart Roast Coffee'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-4850018333144554090</id><published>2007-07-01T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:21:34.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless and Reluctant</title><summary type='text'>So it seems that things are much better between Sho and I. We haven't really been arguing, not much. And if we did, it's only because one of us was in a bad mood and we eventually saw what the other was feeling and it was fine. WE HAVE LOVE DAMMIT!!!!!!And that's all that matters to me, is her.I thank god every morning I wake up and every night before bed that I have her in my life. Without her, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/4850018333144554090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=4850018333144554090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4850018333144554090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4850018333144554090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifeless-and-reluctant.html' title='Lifeless and Reluctant'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-2909652461144134486</id><published>2007-06-29T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:58:45.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow Alaska</title><summary type='text'>Man..how fucking hectic my emotions can become sometimes..I completely fucking broke down today. I think part of it was because I was having bad nic-fits and also because I just felt, I guess, shunned. I know Sho loves me and cares for me deeply. But she sure knows how to fuck over my emotions too, and I guess it's my fault for being too emotional sometimes, but damn.I just really love her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/2909652461144134486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=2909652461144134486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/2909652461144134486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/2909652461144134486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/06/shallow-alaska.html' title='Shallow Alaska'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-1203035725689167550</id><published>2007-06-27T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:01:15.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold is Like Hell</title><summary type='text'>Here I am, stuck on hold. Kill me.Talking with someone special and very dear to me though, my Sho. How I very deeply love and care for her. Typing with one hand is a hindrance.I really love her so much though, I'm constantly just overwhelmed with feelings of love and happiness now and she is the source of it all. Sho means the world to me, more than the world to be honest.Dammit, fuck hold, fuck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/1203035725689167550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=1203035725689167550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1203035725689167550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1203035725689167550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/06/hold-is-like-hell.html' title='Hold is Like Hell'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-74612975210199596</id><published>2007-06-24T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:14:34.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside a Broken Mind</title><summary type='text'>Inking on my soul, a touch of grayA lost light finds it's wayBeaming brilliantly, shining so brightFluorescent flames flicker their lightI've become to start to feel better about life, things seem to be looking up. I hope that this isn't just a false hope though, I really want to be happy again and be able to give happiness. I know that I can, I'm always confident in myself. Please god, I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/74612975210199596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=74612975210199596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/74612975210199596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/74612975210199596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/06/inside-broken-mind.html' title='Inside a Broken Mind'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-6680075859319365644</id><published>2007-06-13T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:05:43.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Leaf </title><summary type='text'>Something just fell from the sky. A leaf with my name on it. I only spared it a glance, it looked like any ordinary leaf does, brown with the kiss of winter's death on it's lips. But then I looked more closely and the veins held hope, there was life in this leaf. I picked it up, I could feel the energy inside of it. It was a comforting feeling, so I planted this leaf. I planted it knowing that a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/6680075859319365644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=6680075859319365644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6680075859319365644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6680075859319365644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-leaf.html' title='A New Leaf '/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-2230610200691956571</id><published>2007-06-13T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:27:13.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open your eyes</title><summary type='text'>Open up your eyes...See the world around you and take in the sights...'I can't. I just can't fucking do it.'Heroism is a thing of the past...nobody is a hero anymore....'I tried so goddam hard....what the fuck happened?'Cyanide, gunshot, knife wound.....Forgive....forget....for love....'Kill me now, please oh god, just do it.'A final goodbye, one final horrific memory....Powered by ScribeFire.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/2230610200691956571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=2230610200691956571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/2230610200691956571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/2230610200691956571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/06/open-your-eyes.html' title='Open your eyes'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-1121303595120309944</id><published>2007-06-12T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:02:49.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Options...</title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to wonder....Life seems so abysmal, things are darker...things have changed.I don't know who I am. I can't find myself anymore.Oh, what a wonderful world................Powered by ScribeFire.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/1121303595120309944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=1121303595120309944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1121303595120309944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1121303595120309944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/06/options.html' title='Options...'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-1508136406465839743</id><published>2007-06-10T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:07:32.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So It Seems</title><summary type='text'>I feel like I am not destined to be in a happy relationship.I fucked up my chances with Sho once, so far to the point of her leaving me. And even after our departure from being with one another, I fucked things up again. In my last post I wrote some things that were hurtful to her, about me needing to find someone new. In retrospect I was wrong in what I had written. At the time, I felt so alone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/1508136406465839743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=1508136406465839743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1508136406465839743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1508136406465839743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-it-seems.html' title='So It Seems'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-8588727046803498928</id><published>2007-06-08T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:31:21.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty Nine</title><summary type='text'>Wow...Sho and I are through. Completely done with one another, and yet we are still at one another's throats every now and then. Fucking, it sucks, we used to be such a great couple. Happy and in love, and now we can't even be friends and talk to one another without getting pissed.So, other than that, I'm a bachelor now. I'm not sure what I am going to do. I guess I will be out on the prowl for a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/8588727046803498928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=8588727046803498928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/8588727046803498928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/8588727046803498928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/06/number-thirty-nine.html' title='Number Thirty Nine'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-4898178033590436854</id><published>2007-06-06T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:56:48.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Choose</title><summary type='text'>Greatness..what holds 'greatness'? There is no such thing as truly 'great', only the meek, the feeble. And yet, who holds not pride in himself, holds himself amongst the 'greatest'? All men do, it is his nature to feel like being, 'great', was meant for him. But no, it shall not happen, all men are doomed to a place of 'standard' and it's not that they failed at the better, but because they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/4898178033590436854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=4898178033590436854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4898178033590436854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4898178033590436854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-choose.html' title='You Choose'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-4731750394711742558</id><published>2007-06-02T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:13:40.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bush will Burn</title><summary type='text'>Life sure has a funny way of working out huh?I'm not the complaining type, haha yeah right. But I'm happy, I'm enjoying things. I have my Shoga back in my life. That is all that matters to me.I've told her so many times that I am going to pour my heart and soul into making her happier than she ever has been. And I honestly mean it, I'm going to do whatever it takes to give her a better life.God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/4731750394711742558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=4731750394711742558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4731750394711742558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4731750394711742558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/06/bush-will-burn.html' title='A Bush will Burn'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-7681812275349406910</id><published>2007-05-28T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:00:03.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neither Half Full nor Empty</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes things come into your life that can really skew your entire outlook on just about everything.It happens to just about everyone, it's happened to me. But I'm not going to talk about details, things have changed though. It's hard to tell whether it's for better or for worse as of now.I don't know how or why things happen. But they do for a reason and that is most certain, and I believe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/7681812275349406910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=7681812275349406910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7681812275349406910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7681812275349406910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/neither-half-full-nor-empty.html' title='Neither Half Full nor Empty'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-1217068149725145670</id><published>2007-05-25T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T07:17:03.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>x101</title><summary type='text'>Dammit...I was hanging out with Sho and her brother last night. And we had fun, but my mind won't stop thinking of her in fiance mode. It's so difficult for me to act like I wasn't her lover for 1 year and 3 months this coming Monday. I will never stop loving her.Sho, if you read this, and I know I've asked before. But if you want to get back with me, even if it's a while away, please just let me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/1217068149725145670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=1217068149725145670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1217068149725145670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1217068149725145670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/x101.html' title='x101'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-3989491328571579173</id><published>2007-05-24T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T09:13:57.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles and Giggles</title><summary type='text'>I am officially a high-school graduate now.I got my diploma last night. And I don't feel happy at all.I came to the conclusion that my life is officially started now, and I feel like I have no future without Sho in my life now. I can't believe how horribly I fucked things up. I still hold hope for us though, we still love each other. She just cannot be with a man like me right now. So we are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/3989491328571579173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=3989491328571579173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/3989491328571579173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/3989491328571579173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/smiles-and-giggles.html' title='Smiles and Giggles'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-6737052122553070782</id><published>2007-05-23T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:10:59.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distress</title><summary type='text'>I'm all alone.....I'm all alone.....I'm all alone.....I'm all alone.....Powered by ScribeFire.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/6737052122553070782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=6737052122553070782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6737052122553070782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6737052122553070782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/distress.html' title='Distress'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-6029985578467625745</id><published>2007-05-23T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:51:55.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faux</title><summary type='text'>I've come to the conclusion that I am a dumbass fuckup. I listened to people in vain, thinking that I understand better. I was horribly, horribly wrong.I may have ruined my relationship completely with Sho, and I feel terrible. I was being selfish and greedy and just all around being an asshole about things. Why I didn't realize it sooner...I have no fucking clue. I just thought that things were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/6029985578467625745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=6029985578467625745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6029985578467625745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6029985578467625745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/faux.html' title='Faux'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-3757648219842667873</id><published>2007-05-21T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:43:42.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 00: Aquiescence</title><summary type='text'>Quick whispers...ove you.......Love.....you....Running wildly through the dense forest......the moon and stars above shining fiercely through the canopy of trees. Fallen trees strewn about like a giants tossed salad as if the devil himself had thrown them in his way. He prayed a short sentiment to the god Fenris. He needed to run faster....he couldn't...he had no strength, the rain was coming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/3757648219842667873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=3757648219842667873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/3757648219842667873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/3757648219842667873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-00-aquiescence.html' title='Chapter 00: Aquiescence'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-6093724864342973883</id><published>2007-05-21T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:40:24.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PostMortem</title><summary type='text'>Indeed...we have all passed on are typing from beyond the grave...it's compelling...it's terrifying.Dancing leaves and twigsA ballet between the twoWind, an orchestraTwo young lovers, lives devotedQuarrel in a bout of confusionDespite both hearts having been betrothedA bond of love still remainsThe slightest touch, the skin excitesA sweet kiss softly lovingWishing for the feeling to last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/6093724864342973883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=6093724864342973883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6093724864342973883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6093724864342973883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/postmortem.html' title='PostMortem'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-9101443987581325826</id><published>2007-05-19T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:32:43.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distress Signal</title><summary type='text'>Oh my god...was I freaking out earlier...I didn't really know what came over me.I feel so fucking idiotic for the way I reacted, Sho, I'm so sorry.I'm sure that that is one of the reasons I don't make you happy anymore isn't it. Because I overreact, I'm sorry my mind goes into over-drive sometimes. I will work on that, one more step for me to help make you happy again. Two, I want to be a better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/9101443987581325826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=9101443987581325826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/9101443987581325826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/9101443987581325826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/distress-signal.html' title='Distress Signal'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-9040898562995852669</id><published>2007-05-18T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T12:05:52.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity in Life</title><summary type='text'>Harsh times may comeHeavy rains may fallGreat lengths between usBut will overcome it all.Good times will followLaughter and fun will ensueI want our lives togetherTo live out my day with you.Your touch sends shivers down my spineThe look in your eyes makes me weepNot for sadness but for joyI want to hold you and fall asleep.You truly are an amazing womanI can see myself with no otherIt's true </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/9040898562995852669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=9040898562995852669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/9040898562995852669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/9040898562995852669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/creativity-in-life.html' title='Creativity in Life'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-7625407486951262034</id><published>2007-05-17T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:35:39.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Feeling Like No Other</title><summary type='text'>So let's see.....things are awesome now.I've updated this journal three time today each time getting a little better. But yeah...I was just talking to Sho and things seem to be really looking up. At least I think. She kind of got inebriated...haha it was funny talking to her, she kept laughing. But I told her that if it's stuff like that, then I will do it with her. And she told me she loves me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/7625407486951262034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=7625407486951262034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7625407486951262034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7625407486951262034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-like-no-other.html' title='A Feeling Like No Other'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-1511924705396873948</id><published>2007-05-17T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T19:17:56.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the Mass Proletariat as My Slaves</title><summary type='text'>So anyways....things are still not going well in my life......I think though...I do think that myself and my love have made some leeway in our relationship. And I told her I would kill myself...not really...it's not that I wouldn't think it, in fact I have since this all started, but I won't kill myself....I'm not a coward like my uncle. I loved my uncle and he is a hero to me at times, but he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/1511924705396873948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=1511924705396873948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1511924705396873948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1511924705396873948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/keeping-mass-proletariat-as-my-slaves.html' title='Keeping the Mass Proletariat as My Slaves'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-4994493646035177241</id><published>2007-05-17T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:50:04.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Teacup</title><summary type='text'> I feel like this:Nothing would mean more to me than to get her back.Sleepless nights and waking nightmares.I know I'm not a nice person all the time,But she surely was my queen.Any rough times and I was there for her.Where is she for me, where is she for herself?She is lost in the numb, love for me, long gone?So basically....I just want her to know. I haven't given up on us yet. I am praying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/4994493646035177241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=4994493646035177241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4994493646035177241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4994493646035177241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/emotional-teacup.html' title='Emotional Teacup'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-3414327602335638992</id><published>2007-05-16T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:13:16.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath No Longer, Air is a Depressant</title><summary type='text'>It seems like just living is enough to bring people down. Shit happens, right, well if shit happens then can anything else really happen. No, not the way I see it....if shit happens, shit happens. Sorry, fun doesn't happen, love doesn't happen, joy doesn't happen.....just a big old steamy pile of shit. That's what happens.You may be wondering, what happened to that fellow, so happy and random and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/3414327602335638992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=3414327602335638992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/3414327602335638992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/3414327602335638992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/breath-no-longer-air-is-depressant.html' title='Breath No Longer, Air is a Depressant'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-7567431600760562955</id><published>2007-05-11T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:15:00.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven What?</title><summary type='text'>On this planet there are seven continents. In between these continents there flows the seven seas. Supposedly seven heavens, as well. Seven-up, a refreshing choice. Final Fantasy VII [seven, for the roman numeral illiterate]. I don't know what it is about seven but it seems to show up everywhere, even in this paragraph it shows up seven times. Not counting the Roman of course.Aside from that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/7567431600760562955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=7567431600760562955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7567431600760562955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7567431600760562955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/seven-what.html' title='Seven What?'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-8787608863335615634</id><published>2007-05-04T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T21:25:47.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break?</title><summary type='text'>Well shit. Well shit. Well shit. Well shit.Hello all you sirs and madams...welcome to the most wonderful place in the world...yes folks you heard me correct...the one...the only...Mind of StrangeBum. Oh yes, that's right, my mind. You've never seen anything like this before sirs...oh no...although I suppose by saying wonderful place, I kind of mean...well fucked up. Haha. I got nothing.So anyways</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/8787608863335615634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=8787608863335615634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/8787608863335615634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/8787608863335615634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/break.html' title='A Break?'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-3225692000746052348</id><published>2007-05-01T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:35:42.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apology</title><summary type='text'>I come to you all in need of a confession...a story...an apology.I found loveI learned what love really isI almost lost it I nearly broke down in the processI need it in my lifeI need her by my sideI need to know she loves meI need knowing she is in sightI love this girl dearlyI view our lives as oneI never want to leave herI like it when we have funFor you Sho...I apologize...it seems that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/3225692000746052348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=3225692000746052348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/3225692000746052348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/3225692000746052348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/05/apology.html' title='An Apology'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-4966095309595071344</id><published>2007-04-24T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:13:21.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...I suppose so.</title><summary type='text'>I don't completely understand much at all.Not a huge problem though, I'm happy enough. Sho makes me happy, she's about the only happy thing in my life most of the time honestly, occasionally there may be something that helps out. But I think that she is the only thing that really matters a when it makes me feel better. I really do love her.I just got a new puppy, I named her Willow and she is so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/4966095309595071344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=4966095309595071344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4966095309595071344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4966095309595071344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/04/welli-suppose-so.html' title='Well...I suppose so.'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-1358825795784833379</id><published>2007-04-23T03:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T03:45:13.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early or Late?</title><summary type='text'>As I lay here in bed...I wonder what life would be like had I not done some of the things I have done.I was just watching Sin City on Starz and was like so excited, the movie rocks and then blam....Starz preview weekend ends. HBO is number 1 at the moment for extra channels though...Sopranoes. When I was showering earlier I had the greatest...[maybe not]...idea. How cool would it be if people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/1358825795784833379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=1358825795784833379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1358825795784833379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1358825795784833379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/04/early-or-late.html' title='Early or Late?'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-7777327443167338718</id><published>2007-04-14T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:14:10.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regal</title><summary type='text'>I placed eleventh out of forty in a a laser tag tournament.So anyways...the love of my life...my 'loml'...Sho, just bought me a PSP. It totally rocks! I love that girl so much, she bought me a friggin PSP, I didn't ask for one...and she got it for me. Now that's love.I really do love Sho though, she is so wonderful, I feel good just holding her close by and feeling the warmth of her sweet breath </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/7777327443167338718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=7777327443167338718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7777327443167338718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7777327443167338718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/04/regal.html' title='Regal'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-5813666569005214209</id><published>2007-04-08T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:04:08.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Eggs</title><summary type='text'>This is just a random post. It has no meaning.Unless you look at it the right way.Really, you should look at it a litte bit differently.But if you don't want to then fine whatever.Unintentionally I may do something amazing.Let's just sit back and take a look shall we.Every word could be something deviant.Not really, but you never know.Catching a small secret is always fun.Each day holds another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/5813666569005214209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=5813666569005214209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/5813666569005214209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/5813666569005214209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-eggs.html' title='Easter Eggs'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-3340169278999130191</id><published>2007-04-08T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:31:43.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished in Last</title><summary type='text'>So anyways...life is has been pretty uneventful lately. Hanging out with Sho and some friends though is always a blast. We always have a great time and tonight we played some WarioWare: Smooth Moves on the Wii. It was so fun. I always love a really fun crazy game to play.I got into trouble. I want to stop so badly.And I emailed Netgear about an idea that I've had for awhile now, maybe someone up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/3340169278999130191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=3340169278999130191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/3340169278999130191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/3340169278999130191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/04/finished-in-last.html' title='Finished in Last'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-6722800086235921810</id><published>2007-04-04T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:14:24.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Bloom...</title><summary type='text'>...and a Cherry Blossom.Yes...Rose Bloom, you can learn more of that later, when I feel ready to talk about it and show some stuff off. Right now let me tell you about Voodoo PC. I would like to buy one of these monsters one day.Also, check this out.It may be a little random, but yeah. It totally kicks ass. Anyways...I'm Strange the lovable Bum. Enjoy!Saw my Shoginess today...we hung out and had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/6722800086235921810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=6722800086235921810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6722800086235921810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/6722800086235921810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/04/rose-bloom.html' title='Rose Bloom...'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-4260509077511635970</id><published>2007-04-03T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:46:22.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Always Sunny in Arizona</title><summary type='text'>Pretty much Arizona is the most ridiculously hot state in all of the United States. I suppose that New Mexico can get just as bad, but I truly think that Arizona gets it worse than any of the other states. But that is only partly the reason why me and my love Sho plan on moving out of here as quickly as possible. I don't plan on leaving the state immediately but eventually, yes, I want to move </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/4260509077511635970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=4260509077511635970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4260509077511635970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4260509077511635970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-always-sunny-in-arizona.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Always Sunny in Arizona'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-979085155803738274</id><published>2007-03-29T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:24:43.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooohh...ScribeFire</title><summary type='text'>So anyways,PerformancingFox has now turned into ScribeFire. I like it more, hopefully it will update to my blog more efficiently than Performancing did.&amp;nbsp;In other news...I'm hungry, but that's not really news. I'm always hungry, however what is news is that I get my check tomorrow and I am so fucking excited. I plan on cashing it and then this weekend I am going to buy some new RAM and update</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/979085155803738274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=979085155803738274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/979085155803738274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/979085155803738274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/03/ooohhscribefire.html' title='Ooohh...ScribeFire'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-4816988621647436026</id><published>2007-03-26T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:52:12.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well hello there</title><summary type='text'>Jerry...I don't know sometimes.Well, yeah anyways, work sucks. To help deal with the pain and suffering a little distraction is in order. I know...I know. World of Warcraft, oh shit. But I used to play Final Fantasy XI and I was only mildly hooked on it, I don't see myself getting too hooked on this game. It's gonna happen dammit, I know it will.Yeah...Level 8 Human Paladin. I'm a newb, just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/4816988621647436026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=4816988621647436026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4816988621647436026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4816988621647436026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-hello-there.html' title='Well hello there'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-295570772316444244</id><published>2007-03-15T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:40:12.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowholes in Dementia</title><summary type='text'>Fantastique....Let me start off by saying, I'm very tired. I don't even know when the last time I felt this tired was. It had to have been long ago. And I got a lot of sleep last night, so I don't even know why I'm so tired. You should definitely read the Ender's Game series of books if you haven't already [I'm addressing you, supposing I actually have more readers than just my Sho]. But it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/295570772316444244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=295570772316444244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/295570772316444244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/295570772316444244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/03/blowholes-in-dementia.html' title='Blowholes in Dementia'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-7745510612753370937</id><published>2007-03-03T13:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:40:03.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ira en Tristitia</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am no longer in such a happy mood as I had been for the past few days. I am just really getting tired of what is going on in my life. My car is dying on me, my cell phone bill was outrageous, I haven't had money for gas in a while, I'm trying to get into college, I can't seem to land a full time job. I'm in desperate need of money and I just can't seem to find it anywhere. It's like my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/7745510612753370937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=7745510612753370937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7745510612753370937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7745510612753370937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/03/ira-en-tristitia.html' title='Ira en Tristitia'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-7222144715148635956</id><published>2007-02-28T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:00:05.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[late night]</title><summary type='text'>So, I've found myself being pulled into the story of the show Inuyasha. And dammit, I wish that I hadn't started watching it. It is nice that I have something else to talk to my love about now, but it's like taking up so much of my time. An hour every Mon-Thurs and at 11pm it can be a strain on my sleep. Especially when I have work the next morning, but oh well. Futurama comes on next and I like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/7222144715148635956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=7222144715148635956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7222144715148635956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7222144715148635956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/02/late-night.html' title='[late night]'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-8518302924914538583</id><published>2007-02-27T23:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:54:07.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...Hello and hello again</title><summary type='text'>This is just a little break in another seemingly dull day. However, things just might be getting better soon. Tomorrow is my mine and my fiance's one year anniversary. At times, it seems both like it was shorter and longer than an actual year. All of the stuff that we went through, and it's just a very long story.So, it's been one year, and now we just have the rest of our lives together. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/8518302924914538583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=8518302924914538583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/8518302924914538583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/8518302924914538583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/02/wellhello-and-hello-again.html' title='Well...Hello and hello again'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-1174487137597436353</id><published>2007-02-26T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:24:52.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Bruise</title><summary type='text'>Ho' all.Life has been pretty uneventful lately, almost not even working and no time to do anything. Not that I'm really complaining too much. I do wish that I could see the love of my life more often, it just doesn't work out all that often.So...um...yeah.Stuff has just not been at all spectacular. I do not know what I'm going to do with my life, and I suppose that part of the purpose of this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/1174487137597436353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=1174487137597436353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1174487137597436353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/1174487137597436353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/02/head-bruise.html' title='Head Bruise'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-2401460234436569057</id><published>2007-02-22T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:06:15.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to fix Performancing Fox</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here, trying to get Performancing Fox to work again, and I'm not sure it will.If I do end up fixing it, this is going to be one tiny ass post, haha.Okay[edit]Remarkable, all I did was re-input my blog address into Performancing and 'disco' it works again. I swear to god, sometimes computers just hate me for whatever reason.StayStrangeStrangeBumpowered by performancing firefox</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/2401460234436569057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=2401460234436569057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/2401460234436569057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/2401460234436569057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/02/trying-to-fix-performancing-fox.html' title='Trying to fix Performancing Fox'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-4538552618308558599</id><published>2007-02-22T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:59:49.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First of All</title><summary type='text'>Dammit...I'm sort of pissed off right now. I'm a Firefox user, as everyone should be, and had downloaded this really great plug-in that allows me to post here without having to actually come to blogger dot com every time. It worked flawlessly on my old desktop and now it just seems to well not. So it's not a big deal, just irritating. This new laptop has been causing me so much trouble lately, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/4538552618308558599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=4538552618308558599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4538552618308558599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/4538552618308558599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-of-all.html' title='First of All'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-7943942242287114456</id><published>2007-02-17T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:50:21.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Accomplice</title><summary type='text'>Well...my title for this post is nothing specific. Just wanted to put it.So anyway, nothing special has really been happening lately. This past Valentine's Day was a first me me and my love and our one year anniversary is in 11 days. I know, it's coming up quickly.And what else, last night, myself and my love and her best(?) friend hung out at my place and watched the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/7943942242287114456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=7943942242287114456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7943942242287114456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7943942242287114456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/02/accomplice.html' title='The Accomplice'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-7258384909450170333</id><published>2007-02-09T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:04:06.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welly welly well</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so not much has really been happening as of late.Still working at BestBuy, still waiting to get my laptop. Yes, I decided that I want to get a laptop as my present. I am going to save up and buy myself that television that I have been wanting (32" widescreen LCD hd-tv) /drool.Oh yeah, so I can't wait to get that, shouldn't take too long. At least I hope not, and yeah, it will still be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/7258384909450170333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=7258384909450170333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7258384909450170333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/7258384909450170333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/02/welly-welly-well.html' title='Welly welly well'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888025414899835756.post-471907174859459859</id><published>2007-02-05T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:04:06.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><summary type='text'>Well hello there.After having started this blog for about a week I am finally getting around to starting my first post. And like most of them will be from this point forward, rather boring and uninspired. Of course, one should expect the occasional rant, and the little story here and there. Actually, more or less, that's what I plan on having in here most of the time.Well, to get to why I decided</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/feeds/471907174859459859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1888025414899835756&amp;postID=471907174859459859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/471907174859459859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888025414899835756/posts/default/471907174859459859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destun.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Donald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702579842401242501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://a624.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/106/l_d1d0672e2b99ee9e96477adbf357c0bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
