tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57623442813010196212011-07-07T18:09:58.266-07:00Bryannenoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762344281301019621.post-36363285886050774252010-05-31T14:35:00.000-07:002010-05-31T14:43:41.786-07:00- Adult braces.<br />- Know-It-Alls.<br />- Disorganization.<br />- Boredom.<br />- Restrictions.<br />- Monotony.<br />- Golfers.<br />- Money.<br />- Typical girls.<br />- Typical dudes.<br />- Life.<br /><br />Why am I so irritable today? I need a day off and a case of beer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762344281301019621-3636328588605077425?l=bryannec.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bryannenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762344281301019621.post-73385974731325005422010-02-04T22:21:00.000-08:002010-02-04T22:30:31.383-08:00<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMvHNeFEzmw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMvHNeFEzmw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />I like what he was getting at about 'transcending the moment.'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762344281301019621-7338597473132500542?l=bryannec.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bryannenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762344281301019621.post-85134715398306953372009-12-30T22:27:00.000-08:002009-12-30T22:34:11.134-08:00Marry me.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0nnJX0_H7A/SzxEdlg9xFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KyJVIdLy7UY/s1600-h/Mike%2BPatton.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0nnJX0_H7A/SzxEdlg9xFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KyJVIdLy7UY/s320/Mike%2BPatton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421283326524507218" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762344281301019621-8513471539830695337?l=bryannec.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bryannenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762344281301019621.post-49312864053363459672009-12-30T00:11:00.000-08:002009-12-30T00:22:24.056-08:00. Social networking websites (this included) are nothing more than a testement to my generation's narcisism. It bums me out.<br /><br />. I miss Buffy. I wish that series went on forever. Fuck Twilight. Fuck True Blood. Fuck every other bullshit vampire movie/series/book attempting to capitalize off this blasphemous, humanized vampire craze. <br /><br />. I'm not a romantic, whatsoever, but I could listen to Bob Dylan sing Lay Lady Lay all day, any day. Speaking of great tunes, the newest Polar Bear Club record is fucking great. And I'm re-appreciating the Foo Fighters in an obsessive kind of way. <br /><br />. WalMart is killing the economy. <br /><br />. I stay up too late watching tv and playing free cell. I'm turning into Aunt Deb.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762344281301019621-4931286405336345967?l=bryannec.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bryannenoreply@blogger.com0