<?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-2704999895525571403</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:11:09.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What i see, What i feel, What i think</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-149820664361845415</id><published>2009-01-01T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:30:29.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new years blah blah</title><content type='html'>so right now i am at jons apartment after a fabulous night of the new year :-/(the end was really fun). and ezra is trying to sneak up behind otis. sorry but my money is on puss and boots. ezra is level 1 sneaky to where otis is a level 10. ezra at this moment is in the bathroom. has just walked out to pay me some attention and is now staring at the hall waiting for otis to come out..................still starring..........................................still starring.......................................otis has walked out and glared at ezra and went back in the room..........noise from otis touching something?........................ezra hides around the corner by the fridge...................otis peeks his head out............................ezra goes for it....................silence............................................................................................................HISSSSSSSSSSS!. lmao i am easily amused at 6:30 in the morn.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i worked 4pm to sometime in the am. and the rest was just bleh bleh. work and cope with stress from ppl and see michelle franklins boobs and then being annoyed by the annoying. u think we would get used to these things but no we never will. so then at the end of the night when everyone was gone. thats when it got fun. it was just all the remaining employees goofin off. russ was a conductor to timmy singing disney songs. michelle and i were saying obscene things to each other, mostly coming from me. and paul was dancing with a candy cane. there was other moments but i want to smokie and sleepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy new years to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-149820664361845415?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/149820664361845415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=149820664361845415' title='2 Comments'/><link 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get scared of me. muah ha ha. oh the power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-4433014159454899956?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/4433014159454899956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=4433014159454899956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/4433014159454899956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/4433014159454899956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/12/doggie-power.html' title='doggie power'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-7605187076200989936</id><published>2008-12-21T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:40:35.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am typing this as a overall statement, not in a one place and time occurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say that i have had the best weekend ever. i had my fair share of fun. but there are always those bad points that make you think and put things into place. i love all of my friends, i love them all the same with the amount but not all the same when ppl take advantage or treat you a way a friend shouldnt be treated. i consider myself an adult being 21. and i know from life experience and with witnessing my peers that i can say that i hold an adult friendship with others. that i am considerably mature for my age. non of this blog i want to refer to my self as perfect in any way. we all have faults as friends. but it comes to a point when those faults turn into more than a fault but a problem. &lt;br /&gt;everyone knows communication is key. lack of communication can cause indifference between two or more people. thus arguments and misunderstandings occur. i can say that i have never had a altercation with any of my friends, and if any have occured then there is a problem. i have come to a point to recognize problems and see if they are even mine or something more. i can see problems from both sides. i can see my faults and hope to restore what once was. but when problems occur and occur. is it really worth it to put any effort in it at all anymore? you take things with stride and hope for a better day. but it is so burdening when problems that are not yours magically become yours? yes it is. when a friend feels like they cant help, they feel like shit. when a friend scolds you for not helping enough, they feel like shit. when a person cannot control their anger and just pull you down with them, thats just plain shitty.&lt;br /&gt;it is not fair to the person receiving a burdening problem. i am not describing this to where a friend should be there for a friend, but to where a friend will throw at you thier problems in a forceful and angry way. having to control a situation that isnt yours is unfair. having to be there for a person is fair. if they are your friend, then be that friend. when a friend yells at you for no other reason than to yell is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;friends who dont recognize the the caring help when they spout off hurtful things at you, well are they really a friend? put in what you can to help that friend, but no one person can heal every problem within another person. at a point, considering i am speaking of adult friendships, if things keep reoccuring to where you know it is out of your hands. a person should know whether to wash their hands of the situation or stick through it hoping the other will come through. do i have hope? yes, but is it enough? no. &lt;br /&gt;myself or anyone as a friend should never have to just deal with a situation for lack of control of the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously my mind is everywhere. so i shall stop and try to grasp on to that hope and look forward to that better day.&lt;br /&gt;but i will never just let a friend treat me less than.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-7605187076200989936?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/7605187076200989936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=7605187076200989936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/7605187076200989936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/7605187076200989936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends.html' title='friends?'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-1402598706558376072</id><published>2008-12-19T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:32:08.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sex Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUwEvl2pW1I/AAAAAAAAABE/j92tw97Uxmg/s1600-h/F_0_sexo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281601678660426578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUwEvl2pW1I/AAAAAAAAABE/j92tw97Uxmg/s320/F_0_sexo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am calling out the Jon and Sham(david) to a Sex Competition! Today is the day that alot of sexing is going to occur. You two amatures against the Sex Dragon Masters, Kaylie and Alejandro(ME!). We will tally up the amount of times the sexing has happened and the amount of orgamsms(im betting on the girl!). Good luck you cock gobblers! Let the fucking begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-1402598706558376072?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/1402598706558376072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=1402598706558376072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/1402598706558376072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/1402598706558376072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/12/sex-competition.html' title='The Sex Competition'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUwEvl2pW1I/AAAAAAAAABE/j92tw97Uxmg/s72-c/F_0_sexo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-9186170459289183396</id><published>2008-12-19T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:53:08.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUtgUR6ca4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EYxg7071f-w/s1600-h/Nocturnal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281420889544223618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUtgUR6ca4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EYxg7071f-w/s320/Nocturnal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For about a week and a few days i have been staying up pretty late. till like 6 or 7. which really needs to stop. i am trying to fix, but not at the moment because i am obviously writing this blog. i stay up late because i get up late. so in between work and sleep is when i fill my time with reading, computer surfing, and among other things. so way before i started this piece of work i came home from a nice walk from work. and when i say walk i mean woodward to my house. it was a good walk. i remembered on how an old friend used to pick me up when he would see me walking and take me home but i would never let him get that far. so i would have him drop me off at the cvs or blockbuster. and so i thought about how does this person recognize me from behind(i acknoledge the humor of my so called friends, and i know i opened up my self for that.). so then i gave myself a small complex thinking that i might have a big butt. that lasted 2 minutes. i like my butt. and then i just dropped it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when i arrived home i chatted with the kaylie. then she departed for bed. then my stomach was talking to me and so i fed it while watching family guy. then i just chilled. so after the chilling i heard my roommate come home with his girl friend. so i wanted to portray a super grand illusion that i was sleeping. so i turned off my light. i didnt want to be bothered. blah blah. so then i heard another voice of a male. sounded really gay, thus i was automatically turned off, thus i hated this individual. so i took off my jeans and had some pajama underwear on( really cute sexy h&amp;amp;m ones, i dont wear hanes if thats what u were thinking.) and tank top. i ruffled my hair to assist in the illusion of looking woken from a slumber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i walked out and went straight to the bathroom without looking. u cant go and automatically be nosey. portray an act so no one will let on. and then i heard the girl say hello to me, and i responded. thus allowing myself to look in her direction to then see the intruder. ew. gross, and i didnt even have my glasses on. mission accomplished. chat with the girl, have a smoke, drink some water, then blog about your day.&lt;br /&gt;end scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-9186170459289183396?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/9186170459289183396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=9186170459289183396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/9186170459289183396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/9186170459289183396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/12/late-nights.html' title='late nights'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUtgUR6ca4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EYxg7071f-w/s72-c/Nocturnal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-8825099782130704868</id><published>2008-12-18T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:59:27.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The i have a.d.d.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUtiH7tC8QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iIG2Uq4p72k/s1600-h/hills.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281422876447273218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUtiH7tC8QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iIG2Uq4p72k/s320/hills.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda hate laundry. i love it when its done. the whole clean thing and all. but shit i have alot of clothes and sometimes its just hard to keep up. i have to manage Davids singing career and getting those sold out shows is a tough job. let alone having to keep charolette church away. that bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so laundry is up there in hard things to do along with managing a singing sensation. it just accumilates and accumilates. it takes bits of my soul away from me each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH lol i just thought of the hills and who would be the characters. jon would so be whitney. career girl and all. id be lauren cuz its my show. point blank hoes. keith would be heidi cuz heidi got drunk at a work party. and keith just gets drunk.&lt;br /&gt;audrinas career wont go anywhere so she'll just mooch off of our show. thats fine she has nice boobs. oooor kaylie will be audrina, she has nice boobs too. ok we have the cast! so i live with heidi and audrina? DRAMA!!!&lt;br /&gt;(message to jon: (insert crazy latina accent)oh and jon, i know your not really up to date on the hills, but whitney gets her own show called the city, and if you think for a minute that you will, ha hah ha! biiitch. dont forget who the star is and what this star can do.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so lauren and whitney work together...so i will just sweep jons floor while he is studying. that qualifies. oh! david can be brody. brody has tattoos, david has tattoos, works out! brody and whitney dont get together on the hills, but we can make some adjustments. ok and our omg fav place to chill, yea i know its obvious, gigis blah. but oh man that place is a haven for d-r-a-m-a. omg this is so good! ok show starts in the fall. get ready hos, we are gonna make some ratings! and the show will be called The this is how normal people live, or The D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-8825099782130704868?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/8825099782130704868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=8825099782130704868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/8825099782130704868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/8825099782130704868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-add.html' title='The i have a.d.d.'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUtiH7tC8QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iIG2Uq4p72k/s72-c/hills.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-7076946040622137274</id><published>2008-12-18T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:01:26.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sham I call Pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUti3n3hHqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1GNPAbGhiLo/s1600-h/sham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281423695756205730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUti3n3hHqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1GNPAbGhiLo/s320/sham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the pleasure of the public and of course my Steppy! David is a Sham!&lt;br /&gt;Its a big set up that will GET YOU! So Steppy I expect a scolding of your man, since you now outed yourself to the world that david(the sham) is your boyfriend. I am sure you are so proud now.&lt;br /&gt;David, the person I affectionatly call dad or pa, has posted blogs of already previously written material. Now this is grounds to call someone a sham. Sham Sham Sham Spam! I think the general public known as my two only readers should be outraged. People come on this site to read original material. Granted it is original but it wasnt meant for blogger.com. I am very much ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;A tear has caught my eye. A puppy has been kicked. A coffee cup is left unfilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-7076946040622137274?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/7076946040622137274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=7076946040622137274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/7076946040622137274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/7076946040622137274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/12/sham-i-call-pa.html' title='The Sham I call Pa'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUti3n3hHqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1GNPAbGhiLo/s72-c/sham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-6671040431138705426</id><published>2008-11-21T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:09:29.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading before seeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUtkwPlFt9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/q94pPnTkBQE/s1600-h/Addicted2Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281425768000632786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUtkwPlFt9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/q94pPnTkBQE/s320/Addicted2Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;um...first off! i am pissed the hell off. what the fuck was that shit i just saw??? i am talking about the movie adaption of twilight. shit! now i know how an angry harry potter fan feels. i seriously want to know from someone that has just seen the movie if they think it was good...cuz i thought it was shit. i have never read a book and then seen a movie before. but man that shit was butchered! dont get me wrong at all i love the twilight book. LOVE! i highly highly recommend it. but come on!!! if i wrote that book i would never let something like that represent my book. they should all be ashamed! all of them. ugh! i am gonna go eat ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-6671040431138705426?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/6671040431138705426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=6671040431138705426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/6671040431138705426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/6671040431138705426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/11/reading-before-seeing.html' title='reading before seeing'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SUtkwPlFt9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/q94pPnTkBQE/s72-c/Addicted2Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-8824526109336707316</id><published>2008-11-11T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:29:19.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicago crazy</title><content type='html'>so i went to chicago this weekend to safe the world. as all of you know the movie twilight is coming out, but everyone knows that robert pattinson is playing edward the vampire. well robert actually is edward the vampire. WHAT A TWIST! the movie is just a ploy to make ppl think that vamps arent real. but edward is and he is my bf. step off bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to chicago to save the world and my man from evil mind controlling movie writers and producers. they were going to form a group to set out in downtown chicago to take over ppl's minds. they were going to have them reenact movie scripts that were tossed. matrix 4 never made it to theaters but it will on millenium mile with a vengence! so i had to act fast. edward was already controlled and he was going to take out anyone that got in his way. once i arrived, mind controlled edward was waiting right outside of h&amp;amp;m for me. he held a wire hanger and a knife. he started screaming "no wire hangers", bitch. which is obviously lines from the tossed script of mommy dearest 2: revenge of the psycho mommie. edward came at me with such speed i almost didnt catch his movements. next thing you know i was jabbed and hit in the back by the wire hanger he held. i assumed the knife wouldnt come into play until he beat me enough with the hanger. my head was racing on how to stop him as we fought. Cars were flying. people were running. edward had to finish me off so the evil ones can come and take control before to many people got away. so i hid behind a truck. and i waited and right before edward passed me i stuck my foot out. and he tripped. so i kicked him in the head hoping that he would regain his senses. but i just knocked him unconscious. so i was now alone. red eyes glaring at me from all sides. the evil ones were ready to attack me with classic movie weapons. i was immune to the mind control because i have good taste in movies. i started to fight. using whatever i could to fend them off. i grabbed a puppy and threw it at one of their heads. i grabbed a hub cap off of a car tire to use as a shield and another to boomerang at my foes. they were too much. too many. and edward came to the rescue!! shit he was just snapping necks left and right. but then i came to realize that these were people too! they were just mad that their sucky ideas were not liked. so i had the idea of what i could turn their attention to. it was so obvious! they could be tour bus hosts! and since there was only 20 guys left since edward and i killed the majority of them, woops. we could easily get them jobs. so i went to go talk to my friend bob. and he hired them all. the day was saved! and that was my trip to chicago. and i went shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-8824526109336707316?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/8824526109336707316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=8824526109336707316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/8824526109336707316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/8824526109336707316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/11/chicago-crazy.html' title='chicago crazy'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-2017069516697060048</id><published>2008-10-02T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:42:56.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mystery commenters</title><content type='html'>so i guess my steppy jon was getting comments from random people just by saying that sarah palin is the ice queen from narnia. very funny. but the thing that got me was basicaly in the long run what he was saying is that palin sucks. so just for the sake of getting comments...sarah palin sucks. now i want comments. oh i should say something funny. people like funny. cow pie! see, my blog is political and funny. i am the daily show. with alejando garza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-2017069516697060048?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/2017069516697060048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=2017069516697060048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/2017069516697060048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/2017069516697060048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/10/mystery-commenters.html' title='mystery commenters'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-5164679018915699009</id><published>2008-10-01T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:07:16.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the news and then some</title><content type='html'>As of this moment my gay dad should be performing his sold out show at the ceasar in las vegas, nv. with guest performers, cher, toni braxton, and celine dion. Charolette church was unfortunatly but expectedly being a bitch. So now she was escorted off of the premises and has been banned from the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my steppy has somehow already read my post with out it being posted yet. law school changes people. xmen academy??? not too far fetched. maybe he is psychic. or maybe because of the hair he is some sort of hedgehog mutant. i think jon and my hairstylist are plotting some sort of revenge on me. you can never trust a hair stylist. they are too pretty to even consider trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***NEWS FLASH***&lt;br /&gt;David Harrison(my gay dad) has just kicked Charolette Church in the crotch. Charolette has fallen to the floor. Insiders say...she was being a bitch. What is more confusing in the whole matter is that charolette has fallen to the floor in pain. Do i hear Testis anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at this moment i am sitting in my room. but i hear a thumping and moaning coming from my ceiling. very odd. the only two people home are...GASP. It couldnt be... no no... it couldnt. Kaylie and Keith. i knew that fucker wasnt gay. he wears sneakers and baseball caps that are to big for him. Now what if kaylie becomes pregnant? i aint taken care of no damn baby. GASP...thats why they have me here. they are trying to get pregnant and have me be the mexican babysitter. Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***NEWS FLASH***&lt;br /&gt;Circling around the GM building is two mutants. Police have identified them to be Jon Kung and Michelle Lesbian.  Jonathan Kung is some how floating in on what seems to be a mind bubble. You can tell he is propelling debris from the the building at Michelle Lesbian who is best known as Flamera. Flamera is from the international evil organization, the Mullet Maidens. Flamra has just spewed fire and volcano lava from her mouth. Hopefully Jon better known as SuperSteppy can defeat this villian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-5164679018915699009?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/5164679018915699009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=5164679018915699009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/5164679018915699009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/5164679018915699009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/10/news-and-then-some.html' title='the news and then some'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-1914432152174112697</id><published>2008-10-01T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:41:58.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dreams</title><content type='html'>i have just woken from my slumber. well like 30 min ago. so i woke up at 3ish. yes 3ish. i am not one of those people that wake up at nine. i barely know what sunlight looks like. whatever. i usually go to bed after two. when you work at a bar and have a good friend named keith then you will never usually go to bed ever before two.&lt;br /&gt;but i finally had a dream that ended all the bad dreams. it was Alejandro's Horrid Dream Trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;i first dreamt about this man trying to stab me in my car. the second was the apocolypse. and the third was of one of my family members dying. Really?! So today i had a dumb dream where a bunch of us from gigi's went to necto. and i have had dreams about going to necto before and it always looks the same. but in my dreams it doesnt look like the real necto. so anyways we were all at the necto and when leaving my gay bar granny stole my bicycle so she could go home to southwest detroit. which from the necto was only five blocks away. so in the meantime i had davids old car and drove two guys home. and then i called granny and she said, yea thanks for taking me home. then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;i am just glad that i am not dreaming of babies dying or anything of the sort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-1914432152174112697?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/1914432152174112697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=1914432152174112697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/1914432152174112697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/1914432152174112697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/10/weird-dreams.html' title='weird dreams'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-1659418432277433530</id><published>2008-09-11T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:36:43.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go away mind thoughts!</title><content type='html'>i dont know if anyone else has this going on in their head. I am the type of person that doesnt forget. Not just meaning bad stuff, but good stuff as well. In my catholic school when i was a wee lil mexi my nun teachers used to say, "you have to forgive and forget". Fuck that. lol How can you forget when little mary ann kicked me in the face??? but i also never forget people. i am more likely to lose a moment in my head rather than a person i used to know. I randomly think about those people in my life that made it better or worse. Or i just think of them in general. Just to wonder if they are ok.  even that ant outside my house named charlie that i stepped on and unfortunalty killed wont leave my mind! that ant was like a brother to me. he would keep me company everytime i went out for a square. aw the good ol days before i became a murderer.&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hey Pa!&lt;br /&gt;Yea i am suuure there are grammer errors in my lil blog-fantastico.&lt;br /&gt;Piss off wanker! lol love you :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-1659418432277433530?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/1659418432277433530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=1659418432277433530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/1659418432277433530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/1659418432277433530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-away-mind-thoughts.html' title='Go away mind thoughts!'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-7606617895174140070</id><published>2008-09-04T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:39:30.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i dont think people know</title><content type='html'>my favorite flower is lilacs of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;i hate tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;i love big hands.&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses kinda annoy me. unless i really care for the person.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like gold or silver.&lt;br /&gt;i dont do rings.&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep with socks on.&lt;br /&gt;i am allergic to green melon. (i know weird)&lt;br /&gt;i can inflate my tounge.&lt;br /&gt;i have two tiny moles. one on the center of my chest and one on the center of my back.(not sure on the back one)&lt;br /&gt;grey's anatomy makes me emotional everytime.&lt;br /&gt;i actually have 2 brothers.&lt;br /&gt;my favorite show when i was a baby was fraggle rock.&lt;br /&gt;i have a fear of not being able to touch the ground.(coincides with not being able to swim)&lt;br /&gt;i have bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;i have rode a horse across a river in mexico.&lt;br /&gt;i have an aunt that has actually came over by tire.&lt;br /&gt;i would rather be silent in a car watching the cenery than talk.&lt;br /&gt;the snuggle bear freaks me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-7606617895174140070?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/7606617895174140070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=7606617895174140070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/7606617895174140070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/7606617895174140070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-i-dont-think-people-know.html' title='things i dont think people know'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-7776969179189128692</id><published>2008-09-04T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:24:19.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>filthy fibbers</title><content type='html'>real quick just so i can get it out there, off my mind, vented and all. i dont understand why people lie about the dumbest shit ever. Just lie lie lie. what the hell. i can so tell when people lie. i know mannerisms when lying, i pay attention to stories being re told but yet have some how changed, and i may be friends with your friends(really). i honestly hate when people lie, i really think so much lower of liars. if your lie doesnt directly involve me, then whats the point. either just tell me what you want to tell me without having to lie about something you didnt have to say to begin with. not to hard. if there is a valid reason to your lie, like i might get mad at you or you have a small penis, then cool, lie all you want.&lt;br /&gt;i lie, im not perfect, but i know when my lyes are ok and will never be discovered(if they have'nt been). cuz they are very rare and dont matter and dont hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey world, i know everything. lol&lt;br /&gt;ok vented, good, time to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-7776969179189128692?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/7776969179189128692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=7776969179189128692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/7776969179189128692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/7776969179189128692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/09/filthy-fibbers.html' title='filthy fibbers'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-316987428198251930</id><published>2008-08-20T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:15:38.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Casas and mind matters</title><content type='html'>Ok, just so i can let all of my many readers know(3), i do not have internet and now internet has become a rarity in my life. People dont know how i get by! As if my life were dependant on the world wide web. I must say that it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in downtown ferndale right now at the java hut. I am listening to all my fav tunes. I likey the java hut because it has couches. Coffee houses with couches are my favorite. i like Java hut, not love it. It doesnt have the boho style to it. It is to 'now' for me. Funny thing is i dont even drink coffee, gives me heart attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My absolute favorite place was Gourmands in chicago, but it is closed down now. I went to visit it when i went to pride, and then sadness. I am mainly here to try and keep a peace of mind. and try not to think to hard on shit. too many hours and very little food, and throw a bunch of people in there make alex nutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequent times it is very healthy to just be alone. Clears your head. It is also highly advised by myself to have those close friends who dont know any of yours or just are accociated with them. Having friends that all know each other is very cool. You can go out in groups and other things i am sure. I cant think of anything else. But the downfall is that they all know each other. Sometimes its like one of those reality shows. Like Big Brother or something. You say something then it becomes connect the dots. one person goes and tells that person and so forth. its nuts. but if you are that person that for some reason everyone trusts. then you get people telling you their auto-bio's and then some from every angle. i must say its hard to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-316987428198251930?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/316987428198251930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=316987428198251930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/316987428198251930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/316987428198251930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/08/coffee-casas-and-mind-matters.html' title='Coffee Casas and mind matters'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-6905998197141931580</id><published>2008-07-29T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:36:52.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to thank the academy...and God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SI9iuu6icSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FQXzO737NIs/s1600-h/premioarteypico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SI9iuu6icSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FQXzO737NIs/s320/premioarteypico.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228506247407497506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i hope i did this right but, my dad is great and extraordinary. His family is his center and his heart is that of a whale :-). i love him dearly. and my dad(houseofd.blogspot.com) has granted me the arte y pico award.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules for such an award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pick (5) blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also for contributing to the blogging community, no matter what language. 2. each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone. 3. each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link of "arte y pico" blog(arteypico.blogspot.com), so everyone will know the origin of this award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i only have a few friends on here and they have already gotten an award so gimme a lil more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-6905998197141931580?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/6905998197141931580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=6905998197141931580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/6905998197141931580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/6905998197141931580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-i-hope-i-did-this-right-but-my-dad.html' title='I would like to thank the academy...and God.'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SI9iuu6icSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FQXzO737NIs/s72-c/premioarteypico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-1363213387742996165</id><published>2008-07-24T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:12:38.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/there-are-no-cookies-here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/there-are-no-cookies-here.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok real quick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) there is a guy next to me at the library that has just said to himself, "that is why shit like this pisses me off" now clearly he is crazy. but i thought that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) also i thought about randomly what my friend raven has said to me before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raven: Alex, now why the fuck are all yo friendz crazay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: I swear to god they didnt start out that way! They tricked me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-1363213387742996165?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/1363213387742996165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=1363213387742996165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/1363213387742996165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/1363213387742996165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-thought.html' title='funny thought'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-5824434916646787682</id><published>2008-07-24T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:16:44.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the industry</title><content type='html'>so i wrote this like a month ago...&lt;br /&gt;I currently work apart of the service industry. I work at a restaurant and also a bar. The service industry also includes hotels, taxis, malls, and etc. I wish that every person in the world has had at least a restaurant job. Just so every person in the worls knows how its like to deal with people and treat people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We honestly hate each and every single one of you. We also hate your kids, grandparents and pets. We dont discriminate, we dislike all of you equally. Unless you are a kind person that tips. We understand that you are paying for a service. What you are not paying for is slavery. Slavery is just illegal and wrong. Boo on slavery. This goes out to the leather gays too! We know what you are doing over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, my people and I also enjoy working in our field. Even if it is less than half of the time. That is still a big thing to us. To enjoy is to have fun. I absolutly enjoy the company of my co workers. This part goes to pronto because the bar is my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most sex talk is prbably in the back wait station of a restaurant. The most sexual tension is probably between people in a restaurant. Some of the most fun and fucked up(in a good way) people you will meet is in a restaurant. I have probably made out with half of my co workers, at least until the new cast came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have parties that are never a bore and that is usually when the tension is turned into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I cannot leave out the gossip aspect of a restaurant. If i kissed lucy the busgirl(not a real person), that shit would be the breaking news report in a heartbeat. Never ever think you can hide a secret from your restaurant associates. EVER! keep your shit on lock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-5824434916646787682?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/5824434916646787682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=5824434916646787682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/5824434916646787682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/5824434916646787682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/07/industry.html' title='the industry'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-6711231155114160373</id><published>2008-07-13T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:11:19.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo' Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SHm4XETSBmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wfhmfp0xPNo/s1600-h/bartender-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SHm4XETSBmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wfhmfp0xPNo/s320/bartender-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222407949343917666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a rather odd day. It just did not feel like a normal saturday. I had all of these things lined up for me to do. Considering my internal clock does not start shutting down till 5, it was hard to not get up 3 hours before work. Thus, leaving me with nothing to do but get ready for work. I usually never like going to work, which was no different today. I usually have fun with my co-workers at the pronto, which was no different today. I usually want to leave with such compassion, which was no different today. Yet, i was asked to stay and help bar back. Which was very different. It also made my day brighter. This may seem a bit weird, but i was very pleased when the bartenders asked for my assistance. There was also extra cash involved and i do not turn down extra cash for easy labor. To me there is a bit of glamor to working in a bar. Maybe not so much now a days, but there is. Alcohol is like gold to the average drinker. The bar staff is the supplier to the average drunk. You should never disrespect your friendly neighborhood bar employees. We have somewhat of grand power. By law we can and will refuse to lubricate your stomach with alcohol. So please be nice, not to drunk, and then the gold is yours. I am sure any bartender that reads this will glorify my next sentence. Tip us you cheap fuckers! I still love each and every single one of you. Although, all must know that you should at least tip $1.oo per drink order. Do not tip anything that can be placed by the word cents after your tip. What the hell am i going to do with change? I can buy gum, pay a parking meter, or purchase a plastic ring. I would rather get the change myself if need be with my pretty crisp dollar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i had fun bar backing and made about $40 buy only working about an hour or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to all and to all a goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Metra Picnic!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-6711231155114160373?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/6711231155114160373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=6711231155114160373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/6711231155114160373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/6711231155114160373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/07/mo-money.html' title='Mo&apos; Money'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SHm4XETSBmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wfhmfp0xPNo/s72-c/bartender-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704999895525571403.post-7546418037576515483</id><published>2008-07-12T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:12:28.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Walkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SHm44VUQN8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hF3TLBSF7u8/s1600-h/ge-20050627094219-homelesshaightash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SHm44VUQN8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hF3TLBSF7u8/s320/ge-20050627094219-homelesshaightash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222408520847079362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, if you live in the great city of detroit. I am sure you have had an encounter with a homeless person. To save my self the trouble of having to type 3 more letters. I will just call them "bums". They are a very persistent group of individuals that never seise to amaze me. I am referring to the type of bum people avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have the stalking kind that just follow you where ever you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have the cordial ones that ask your name, tell you about themselves, and then sneak the " Can i have 50 cents to get on the bus?" question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least the informal ones that just ask for the money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do appreciate the bums that say "god bless" when you reject them. Even though I personally doubt that they go to church. I have hope that some do. God bless the house of god, they do give to the homeless. From what I was told. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think bums also have a drought when the economy is not doing well. People can barely afford gas now a days. Let alone give some spare cash to a bum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family and I used to sponsor a bum when I was younger. His name was Steve or some common name. We gave him clothing, food, and a sleeping bag for christmas long ago. Come to find out he has a sister that has been trying to get him to live with her. Really!? I guess he preferred to live on the streets. He is not on the streets anymore. So I figure the sister finally convinced him to live with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bums like that intrigue me. Who would choose to live on the streets? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I personally do not care for bums. Nor support their cause for beer, smokes, and their pursuit of "happiness". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are very few good ones. The rest just ruin it for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try going to an undeveloped country. Now that is a whole different type of bum. I do rather like them, they have a whole artistic look to them. They also have the art of bumming down to a T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704999895525571403-7546418037576515483?l=pictureale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/feeds/7546418037576515483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704999895525571403&amp;postID=7546418037576515483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/7546418037576515483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704999895525571403/posts/default/7546418037576515483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureale.blogspot.com/2008/07/street-walkers.html' title='Street Walkers'/><author><name>A!ejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09394789743167185963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ew5_yb9KTDQ/SHm44VUQN8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hF3TLBSF7u8/s72-c/ge-20050627094219-homelesshaightash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
