<?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-13677075</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:34:21.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>follow me back with the sun in your eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114467839880084854</id><published>2006-04-10T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T07:33:30.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPRING HAS SPRUNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/real_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/real_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How do you know when it's real love?  by William Mora Galleries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hot sexy people. How's it going? Just a quick update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Europe plans are coming along...well ok, all I've done is submit my passport application and shop for clothes I "need" for the trip....but you can see how I have every intention of doing some actual planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told I have my accomodations worked out, all my stops, my tickets bought...things are good. I just need to pack realistically. As in, I can't bring every pair of shoes I own. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been seeing a boy...his name's Jordan and he's super awesome. We are having loads of fun hanging out and seeing where things may lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely have spring fever. The weather's been beautiful mostly, and knowing that I have but 6 weeks left on the job is KILLING me. Literally, it is a slow silent death awaiting a vacation isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I have found the art of spinning. Ok so spinning is probably "sooo 90's" but whatever, I love it! It's fun, plus once you're on the bike and in the spinning class you're stuck for an hour like it or not. 75 minutes on saturdays. killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Good. and now, a quote from a Jewel song that I think best describes me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful with me. I'm sensitive, and I'd like to stay that way" - Jewel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114467839880084854?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114467839880084854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114467839880084854&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114467839880084854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114467839880084854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-has-sprung-how-do-you-know-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114366567088018370</id><published>2006-03-29T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:54:31.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K-K-K-KATIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/katie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please remind my why this former Goddess is with that squatty homo-alien Tom Cruise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/katie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/katie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...I came of age in the Dawson's Creek era.  I loved Katie Holmes!  She was always so refreshing.  Ok so looking back Dawson's wasn't exactly Golden Globe caliber acting but whatever, she was cute and simple and not whorish.  Katie: COME BACK.  Bring baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114366567088018370?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114366567088018370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114366567088018370&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114366567088018370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114366567088018370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/03/k-k-k-katie-someone-please-remind-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114296665417057837</id><published>2006-03-21T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:44:14.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was seriously the hottest episode of Degrassi EVER.  It had everything: drama, sex, cheating, lying, tears, joy, graduation!  So hot.  Beware...the following is a hardcore recap of the episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so first, the show opens with Spinner telling Marco he made out with Paige the night before.  Spin and D'Arcy broke up the same night.  Then, D'Arcy walks in and tells Spinner she wants to get back together and tells him to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, D'Arcy goes to the coffee house where Spin works and they kiss and make up and get back together - and put back the Irish love rings they had taken off when they broke up.  D'Arcy says she has to go pack for Bible Camp but to call her later so they celebrate their reunion with good clean Bible fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Spinner goes to Paige's house and Paige busts out their old yearbooks from when they were a couple.  They get in a nostalgic mood and start going at it...the next day Spinner texts Marco the truth: he and Paige had sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin avoids D'Arcy all day and lies to her telling her he was trying to set up some going away present for her, and goes to find Paige.  He tells her he wants to get back together and she's like "you can't be serious. we're both moving on".  Spinner feels used for his manly body.  He then decides to go find D'Arcy, who is all excited about her present.  Spin tells her the guy who was supposed to set up this "present" texted him and told him he couldn't do it and goes to get them some drinks.  D'Arcy wants to know what the present was so she looks through his texts only to find that there was no present...unless you count fucking Paige as a present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway D'Arcy takes off in a huff.  The next day is graduation day.  And it's a hot graduation day!  First of all, Ashley comes back from London! She is wearing this ridiculous Britney Spears circa 1999 hat, but otherwise looks hot!  She and Jimmy make nice and catch up on their friendship.  Ashley is surprised to see that Ellie and Jimmy are good friends, and Jimmy admits he wants to be more than friends but won't admit it because girls don't like guys in wheelchairs.  Whatev!  Ellie tells Ashley she is crushing on someone but doesn't say who, so Ashley assumes it's Jimmy and tells him to try...so he asks Ellie out and she says no...he's not the guy she's crushing on.  She never says who it is though!?  It was so confusing because I totally thought Ellie DID want Jimmy!  So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN...Ashley catches up with Jimmy and says she's sorry, she thought Ellie liked him...and he was all "NO! GIRLS DON'T LIKE WHEELCHAIRS" and Ashley bends down and kisses him.  It was so cute!  If you remember, Jimmy and Ashley dated way back when the show first started and Jimmy was still walking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN...ok so the graduation ceremony starts and Spinner and Jimmy are on the sidelines..they're not graduating because of the whole shooting incident - Spinner was suspended and Jimmy was in physio - so they're both held back a year.  All year Jimmy has refused to talk to Spin and picked fights with him but during graduation, he makes nice with Spinner and they hug and vow to be friends again.  I seriously started crying at this part!  It was hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN...the graduates go outside and WHO walks up but Craig!  He's back from Vancouver - recording his solo album - to be with his friends and he surprises Manny and everyone when he walks up with his guitar.  This part was sweet too because Craig hadn't seen Ashley since she unceremoniously dumped him through Ellie, but he looks over at her and smiles, and she smiles back, and Ellie smiles, and Jimmy smiles, and everyone smiles.  It's just the most heartwarming/heartbreaking part!  Everyone has had all these crazy dramas, but they all love each other.  SO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a huge nerd, but this was my favourite episode yet. Please keep coming back Degrassi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114296665417057837?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114296665417057837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114296665417057837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114296665417057837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114296665417057837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night-was-seriously-hottest.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114290470151402458</id><published>2006-03-20T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:31:41.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VACAY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today I had a vacation day.  What have I been up to, you ask?  Well, I decided to overhaul my room.  One of those bursts of energy.  So I got out the heavy duty garbage bags and went to work.  2 huge bags later, my room - more importantly, my closet - are sparkling.  i love that!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i started spinning classes on friday.  besides my ass really hurting, it's addictive!  so much fun, and it's kind of neat how it's in the dark and there's a crazy disco ball going.  seriously what other workouts have disco balls?!  none, that's what.  i heart spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway not much else to say right now.  work again tomorrow. uhm...oh!  i went shopping in the states on saturday and bought the hottest pink and gold dress ever, presumably to take with me on my trip.  i can't even stand it anymore, May 31 where are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day: the sounds of Degrassi High.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114290470151402458?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114290470151402458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114290470151402458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114290470151402458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114290470151402458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/03/vacay-day-yes-today-i-had-vacation-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114269428288205460</id><published>2006-03-18T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:04:42.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOHAN IS SUCH A COKEHEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/IMG_1192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/IMG_1192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Lindsay Lohan should stop taking pictures like the one above if she doesn't want people to speculate that she's a crazy cokehead.  Cause in that photo, she looks like she's about 3 sheets to the wind.  bitch is straight up shitty.  but she looks so glamorexic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114269428288205460?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114269428288205460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114269428288205460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114269428288205460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114269428288205460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/03/hohan-is-such-cokehead-maybe-lindsay_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114269371314648532</id><published>2006-03-18T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T06:55:13.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY ST PATTY'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys!  Hope your St. Pats was super cool-y-e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart St. Pats.  Beer beer and more beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm heading out for a shopping spree in the B-Lo, NY.  I love the Walden Galleria.  So many stores we don't have in Canada...it's like CandyLand.  And then when you wear the stuff you buy people go "oooh so cute where did you get that?" and you can be like "in the states...booyah!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's almost 10 am. i'm starving and waiting for Angela to get her butt outta bed so we can go.  i'm gonna go rummage for breakfast. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114269371314648532?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114269371314648532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114269371314648532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114269371314648532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114269371314648532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-pattys-day-hey-guys-hope-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114262020823300041</id><published>2006-03-17T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:30:08.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a scatterbrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't count on someone I should be able to count on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bloated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114262020823300041?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114262020823300041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114262020823300041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114262020823300041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114262020823300041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/03/grrr-i-really-hate-it-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114260554611841055</id><published>2006-03-17T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:25:46.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAYUM! -- GUESS THE FUGLY CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this makes me feel a lot better about myself! lol.  hey does anyone know how to upload mp3's onto my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114260554611841055?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114260554611841055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114260554611841055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114260554611841055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114260554611841055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/03/dayum-guess-fugly-child.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114253307501229535</id><published>2006-03-16T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:17:55.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE BRITNEY DIARIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/britneybarefeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/britneybarefeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone on the PLANET have faith in this bitch's comeback album? I haven't posted my comments on Britney since Federfetus was born. Honestly, I don't care about her anymore. She is so overexposed that's not even the right word for her anymore. But I am actually scared for her kid. Has someone ever tested Britney's actual mental capacity? The bitch is functionally retarded! That's my new favourite term for people who are so dumb it boggles my mind. Dumb as a bag of hammers. Dumber than Jessica Simpson. Now that's dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I don't feel sorry for this girl. She whores herself out to make a zillion dollars and then complains that the paparazzi is all over her ass. Uhm, Britney? Hi. Maybe if you didn't CONSTANTLY do dumb shit that practically SCREAMS take my picture, no one would. Barefoot in a gas station bathroom? check. 6 month old held by one arm in lap while driving? check. Trashy Vegas marriage followed by annulment followed by equally trashy wedding to Drunky McNojob? Check. Standing on balcony grabbing your husbands package? Check. Do I need to go on? Atleast people like Jessica Simpson KNOW where their bread is buttered, but Britney tries to be all victim-y about it. This goes for Sienna Miller too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/004.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/004.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: I am extremely happy about these two being back together. I NEVER feel that way about celebrities. Clearly, I am very worried(envious) about Nicole Richie what with her Karen Carpenteresque physique. Here's the hot bitch wearing Christian Louboutin pumps and a Lamberto Losani sweater. HOT. and a photo shoot for some magazine where her eyeballs look like they're about to fall out of her head. Healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yet...she looks flawless in Tatler UK:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/003.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/003.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like her or not, and clearly I have a fixation with her, you have to agree that she has been EVERYWHERE lately.  She's on every magazine, tabloid, at every party and event and on every gossip blog.  I think it's the sad part of fame though, the underbelly if you will, because this girl only became huge after she became frighteningly skinny.  The media loves and hates her for it.  We want to call her anorexic but no one wants her to go back to the way she was originally.  She's a Hollywood lab rat.  She's just doing what she thinks it takes to be popular.  And it works.  Something to think about.   Anyway, yeah I am blabbering today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114253307501229535?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114253307501229535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114253307501229535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114253307501229535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114253307501229535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/03/britney-diaries-does-anyone-on-planet.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114243571224343775</id><published>2006-03-15T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T07:15:12.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROMAN HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/audrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/audrey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys!  It's been a while, I know.  Forgive me!  A lot has happened though!  Let's see...well, to make a long story short I decided to throw caution to the wind and quit my job.  But I didn't quit it just to be a bum and watch Oprah all day!  No no, people, I quit my job to do something I always wanted to do:  Europe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I'm taking the Sarah show on the road in jolly old England, France, Greece, Italy, Austria, Germany, Holland and more!  I'm so excited.  I am planning to leave end of May and come back some time in July.  I'm actually really sad to be leaving my job because we had a lot of fun here.  I'll miss my coworkers with a special shoutout to Marty, and to Kam who is on mat leave and I miss her terribly!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited though, I really can't stop smiling about it.  I'm going to be unemployed for the first time since I was, like, 10 delivering newspapers!  Anyway, as you can tell, I'm pretty friggin excited.  This is going to be a big summer, when I get back I have bridesmaid duty for my brother's wedding on Labour Day.  After that, my parents are taking off on their own travels and I'll be HOME ALONE McCaulay Culkin-style for like 6 weeks.  Then, who knows?  I am seriously thinking of going to China to visit a friend who teaches English there. So many possibilities, so little me.  Speaking of little me, the weight loss mission is going excellently.  I've lost about 20 lbs. in total since August, most of which was lost January 1st on after I got the whole New Year motivation vibe going.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, life is good.  Never perfect but no one's is.  Things are great.  OH and this Friday is St. Patty's day!  I know I'll be wearing green and getting my drink on, I hope you guys have fun too! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114243571224343775?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114243571224343775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114243571224343775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114243571224343775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114243571224343775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/03/roman-holiday-hey-guys-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114161139007040149</id><published>2006-03-05T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:16:30.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOVE AND DIAMONDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm half watching the Oscars.  I gotta say, the Oscars kind of bore me.  Yada yada, people dress up and win stuff, blah blah.    Here are my current thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jessica Alba looks friggin edible.  Gorgeous.  Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, everyone else is fug.  Ok fine not everyone, maybe i'm just bitchy.  no wait, i was right the first time. EVERYONE is fug this year.  Maybe it's true: fugly is the new pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Williams clearly doesn't have friends, otherwise she would never have left the house in a dress resembling an accident with a certain yellow condiment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity Huffman is wearing a dress cut down to her bellybutton further proving that she really IS a dude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Charlize?!  That dress would have been exquisite minus the gigantic bow casting a shadow over her head to warn us all of 80's fashion comebacks on the horizon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I could go on.  Sandra Bullock: fug.   Nicole Kidman: same old same old.  Reese Witherspoon: terrible dress choice, the colour is all wrong.  Jennifer Aniston:  are you ever going to DO your hair for an event?  Keira Knightley: good dress, fug dye job.  Meryl Streep: I know you're Meryl Streep but for ONCE could you please wear something FLATTERING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, this is not good.  Jon Stewart is hot shit though, I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114161139007040149?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114161139007040149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114161139007040149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114161139007040149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114161139007040149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-and-diamonds-well-im-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114055777318625220</id><published>2006-02-21T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:36:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been FOREVER - like, 3 days - since I've posted about my girl Nicole Richie. Look what this bitch wore to hand out free Diet Dr. Pepper's (read: the entire contents of her diet) to New Yorkers. WTF?!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Nic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Nic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is shopping...her bangs are looking a little...uhm...Large. But otherwise girlfriend is exquisite. She's such a role model. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Nic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Nic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping again. Seriously what else does this bitch do? I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Nic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Nic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this f*ed up clip of her and Hohan.  Nice "interview".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=5IeOLbpbUUc&amp;search=nicole%20richie"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/youtube.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114055777318625220?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114055777318625220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114055777318625220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114055777318625220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114055777318625220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow-its-been-forever-like-3-days-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114045130694231841</id><published>2006-02-20T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T08:01:47.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LET'S GET BAD PART I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Friday certainly lived up to my expectations. In fact, I think it somersaulted over my expectations in a drunken haze. Let's just say, I'm not a big drinker. And let's just say, I'm a cheap drunk when I do drink. And let's just say, I got shitty. I was ass backwards retarded drunk. As Carrie Bradshaw says, Drunkety Drunk Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/EmilySarahStellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/EmilySarahStellas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this bar called Stella's. It's probably my favourite bar, I dig the open concept and the dance floor is pretty spacious. Of course, spacious is good when you lose control of your limbs. I blame my cousin Nathalie - below left - for coaxing me into a kind of drunk you can't turn back from once you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/NatSarahStellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/NatSarahStellas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone is into hockey like I am and knows the Buffalo Sabres, their star fighter Andrew Peters was at Stella's on Friday and I proceeded to accost him in a fit of giggles. Apparently he was trying to be covert and I outed him. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following events I can't recount with certainty...mostly because I'm trying to forget what I remember and can't remember the rest ;) I suppose that could either mean it was a successful night or....not. I don't know but I had fun! Until the next morning when I fell asleep on my bathroom mat.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114045130694231841?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114045130694231841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114045130694231841&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114045130694231841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114045130694231841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-get-bad-part-i-well-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-114012511844550334</id><published>2006-02-16T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:25:18.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a week!  I'm feeling very very good since my workout regime began approximately a week ago.  Renewed motivation has caused me to lose another 4 lbs. this week alone. LOVES IT.  guys probably can't relate but for a girl losing 4 lbs. is like heaven!  even if you're nicole richie. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day came and went uneventfully.  A boy asked me to be his valentine which was very sweet...in the end though, I spent it doing my nails at home while my parents went on a vday date.  My dad brought me back heart shaped lava cake. mmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday my girl friend came down and took me out for lunch midday - a nice break from the work thing.  And brought me a single rose and a lovely card.  Unexpected and very nice.  We went out that night for a little post valentine's date of our own.  fun times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i am relaxing after work with a trip to the gym and some Survivor on the tube.  I promised a few people I'd go to Stella's tomorrow for some dancing and drinking fun times...so I must be rested and ready for said fun times.  I need it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly had my share of not fun situations this week.  More like something I had to do, but it sucked.  Had to do, but didn't necessarily want to do.  Those things happen.  I am very happy with myself though because sometimes - as a woman - I tend to overthink my actions in terms of what other people will think.  And now, I'm sort of growing into realizing that sometimes it just doesn't matter.  You have to take care of you and if you can't change a situation, then it's your decision/fault if you keep repeating it or not.  It can get sticky but in the end, it's worth it to stand up for yourself.  No one else will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya biotches.  This is going to be a lovely weekend, weather be damned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-114012511844550334?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/114012511844550334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=114012511844550334&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114012511844550334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/114012511844550334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-week-im-feeling-very-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113994114379090149</id><published>2006-02-14T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:19:04.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE OLYMPICS: 2 WEEKS OF TV ADDICTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVES me some Olympics. I really do. No offence to any Americans who read my blog because I love the Americano's but in Canada, we are slightly anti-US....not in the Al-Qaeda extremist kind of way, but in the jealous little sister kind of way. We just kind of....like talking about you behind your back. A lot. But you're used to it by now being that your President is vaguely retarded. But secretly we're just jealous! We promise! Anyway, in that respect Olympic time becomes The Time When We Hope the Americans fall Flat on Their Asses and We Don't. I know, it's so petty...but it's TRADITION! We are glued to the CBC 24/7 watching Olympic events, and since my dad just bought us a friggin 90" movie screen for a tv, well...we aren't exactly motivated not to watch. Here are some of my favourite athletes and highlights. Oh and P.S....secretly we know we can't win more medals than you. And it hurts. It really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckie Scott and Sara Renner...silver medal in women's team sprint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/scott_renner060214get399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/scott_renner060214get399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison Forsyth, poor thing crashed and suffered injuries during a practice run the other day and can't compete now. This also happened to a French and an American, but of course NBC didn't mention the Canadian! Bastards! (xoxo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/forsyth_a060213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/forsyth_a060213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one sport we KNOW we can beat you at (and it's our favourite!)...and we're practically giddy waiting for that day to come. 2002 Olympic repeat? I think so!! It almost makes up for our other shortcomings (snowboarding anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/brodeur_martin0913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/brodeur_martin0913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it's only like day 4 so nothing huge has happened...but you can bet I'll keep posting about the Olympics because I'm addicted.  Oh also, apparently it's Valentine's day.  Happy Valentine's Day people!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113994114379090149?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113994114379090149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113994114379090149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113994114379090149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113994114379090149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/02/olympics-2-weeks-of-tv-addiction-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113873844586164643</id><published>2006-01-31T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:14:37.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this movie last week and it was SO hot. Great movie, great acting, great story, it was sad and funny and really really great. It was also gay. Very gay. And I gotta say, I never thought I'd want to see two dudes but Jake and Heath changed my mind. It was HOT. Ok the sex scene was debatable but the makeout scenes were hot. HOT HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they were all on Oprah the other day and some parts of the interview were really annoying. Jakey was actually the cutest part! He looked so fine as evidenced below.  He was very jokey and cute.  At first it was just him and Heath being interviewed and since Heath is basically a wet rag Jake held up that interview like a true gay would on Oprah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Jake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Jake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girls came out, and Michelle Williams kissed Heath on the cheek and sat with her man, holding hands the whole time. *Vomit*. Ok it was *kind of* cute when Heath said Michelle was "the best mother in the world". But she was kind of fake. She was acting all shy and shit and very uncomfortable and untalkative. Bitch you were in a hot movie and you're on Oprah! Smile! I swear, people should just give their fame and money to me and I'LL enjoy it for their ungrateful asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/HeathMichelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/HeathMichelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Oprah was like "tell me how you guys fell in love" to Heath and Michelle and Jake was all cute and said "well, I'll tell you, we made out and they had a baby". Aww. I love Toothy he's so cute! But then there was this awkward moment where Michelle was like "well, things just developed after a while..." and Anne Hathaway interrupted and was like "I'M SORRY but there were sparks RIGHT AWAY!"....and Oprah was like "uhm...moving on then...". Who knew Anne Hathaway was such a crazy bitch? She also totally insulted Oprah when Oprah asked her if her character knew her husband was gay in the end of the movie and Anne goes "well I think it was obvious". Oprah's like uhm? So my question is stupid?...what a chooch! You don't insult Oprah EVER, even behind her BACK because she will find out and pull a James Frey-style attack on your ass and ruin you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Thegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Thegirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113873844586164643?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113873844586164643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113873844586164643&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113873844586164643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113873844586164643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/brokeback-mountain-i-saw-this-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113873710419906982</id><published>2006-01-31T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T11:51:44.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My hair weighs more than this bitch...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/NR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/NR1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got my hair cut on Saturday just like the above photo. It looks hot, I must say. The stylist that cut my hair was all smart and current and shit...she knew who Nicole Richie was - I brought a picture - and wasn't all stupid and annoying like some are...one time I went in for a haircut back in the day when Jennifer Aniston had shorter hair...and the stylist DID NOT know who Maniston was. WTF!? Anyways...since I wear my hair mostly wavy...I'm thinking it'll look something like below...minus the skin fighting to stretch over the jutting bones. My body is like 3x this bitch's size. Plus my hair won't fall out due to malnutrition. Now that's hot! Seriously though, as much as I try, I can't hate her. I feel sorry for her, wish she'd gain like 10 lbs. and am pretty sure she's on drugs...but I love her. LOVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/NR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/NR2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113873710419906982?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113873710419906982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113873710419906982&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113873710419906982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113873710419906982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-hair-weighs-more-than-this-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113865680646286099</id><published>2006-01-30T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:37:12.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The thing about that is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/MeanGirls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/MeanGirls1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean Girls is CONSTANTLY on the movie network.  I almost always watch it, provided I'm home, watching TV at the time and notice that it's on.  The thing about this movie is that it kind of seems to show that girls are only mean when they're girls.  Not true.  Some girls are mean forever.  Some girls never, ever become nice girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point:  The dreaded talking about your friend behind her back to another friend.  Ok, we all do this now and then.  Like, if someone pisses me off somehow, I won't hesitate to say how and why and I might tell a mutual friend if said trespass warrants it.  But some girls will literally find ANY occasion to shit-talk their "friends" behind their back.  "Oh, the sky is blue?  Jane is a bitch."  Not good. Even if the person you shit-talk to doesn't tell you, she thinks you're a big bitch for bashing your other friend to her and secretly wonders if you do it to her too.  And frankly, if you're willing to do it to one person, you're probably willing to do it to other people.  Namely, the very person you're gossipping to.  Paranoia and girl chaos ensue!  Yada yada yada.  Whatever, all I know is, I've noticed as of late that some people will talk shit about ANYONE and EVERYONE about ANYTHING, and it's a disease called "insecurity".  Do not let yourself be infected.  That's what celebrity gossip is for, not your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men don't have this problem because men are not petty.  Men do not speculate about each other's health/personal life/haircut/weight/clothing.  In fact, men don't speculate at all.  Men just are.  I like that about men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in an argument with someone, expect their side of the story to magically get out to people.  But if you're wondering if someone is untrustworthy, they probably are.  Instincts don't lie.  That's my life lesson for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that my backpacking adventure shows me a much MUCH bigger picture of the world, because Girl-World as it's called in Mean Girls tends to get old.  Not that there aren't secure, intelligent, sweet girls out there.  You just wouldn't know it based on what the bitchy ones say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113865680646286099?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113865680646286099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113865680646286099&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113865680646286099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113865680646286099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/thing-about-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113829088224839285</id><published>2006-01-26T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:54:42.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TRIPS AND TRAPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Belgium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Belgium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder if you should pursue something crazy just because if you don't, regret will eat away at you?  I'm sure you do, we've all had that feeling.  There are many times in my life that I've been scared to do something, say something, or face something that I know I should.  But just when I feel that I've been giving in to fear or missing opportunities for too long, I get a surge of strength and courage and decide to take matters into my own hands.  This, folks, is what brings me to the point of today's post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel.  I don't want to just take a trip, but really immerse myself in my travels.  I want to travel for months on end and see things I won't believe I saw later, meet people I never would have met otherwise, and all around rely on myself for a long, long time.  You only live once, you're only young once, and you only get so many chances to do what you've dreamed about doing before your chances are wasted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've made the ultimate decision that I am going to do it.  The photo above is of a Belgian statuette.  My mother is Belgian.  I'll have to go visit her home country and see where she lived.  I want to go back to France because thankfully I've been once before.  I want to go to Germany, Switzerland, Ireland, Scotland, England, Holland, Portugal, Spain...and of course Ryan I want to come and visit you in China so maybe we'll call this a backpacking trip through Europe and Other :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited that I've made the decision that it IS possible and that I am going to do it.  Now, the planning...right.  Damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN OTHER NEWS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kam had her baby, as we all know.  He now has a name!  It's Nishaan.  Beautiful.  I love it.  It's very sing-songy and precious.  Apparently it means - roughly - "target" or "bullseye"...but in a "beautiful way" as I was explained by someone who knows about these things.  Sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113829088224839285?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113829088224839285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113829088224839285&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113829088224839285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113829088224839285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/trips-and-traps-do-you-ever-wonder-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113768067329242660</id><published>2006-01-19T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T06:24:33.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How could I forget to mention?!  Kam had her baby!  Yay!  An 8 lb. something oz. baby boy!  So cute.  He doesn't have a name yet but i'll keep ya posted! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113768067329242660?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113768067329242660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113768067329242660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113768067329242660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113768067329242660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-could-i-forget-to-mention-kam-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113762800838433427</id><published>2006-01-18T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:46:48.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE A COLD. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/r2974859377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/r2974859377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have finally caught the sickness that is My Dad's Cold I was Trying not to Get.  It's actually not that bad, I have a slightly raspy - a.k.a. supersexy and hot of course! - voice, but the postnasal drip and coughing, not so hot.  I now know what Colin Farrel's lungs must feel like.  Or his liver.  Or his kidneys.  Or his unsafely and overused penis.  Or his mother, because she must be really ashamed of....I digress.  Anyway, apparently Colin is suing Perezhilton.com over their posting of a free link to his sex tape.  Who even wants to see his gnarly ass doing it with some random skank?  I do not know HOW or WHY Colin Farrell is famous but you heard it here first folks: COLIN FARRELL IS DISGUSTING.  NOT CUTE.  NOT HOT.  NOT SEXY.  NOT TALENTED.  COLIN FARRELL SHOULD GO AWAY.  FOR A LONG, LONG TIME.  HELL, FOREVER.  HE IS REMINISCENT OF SOMEONE LIVING ON THE EAST SIDE OF WELLAND AND THAT AIN'T GOOD.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh, yes.  I feel much better having broken that news.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what else? This weather is out of control!  I mean, I realize that regardless of the weather conditions I'll continue to wear skirts without stockings because I believe in suffering for fashion, but COME ON.  It's just a LOT easier on all of us - all of us being anyone who has to listen to my whining - if it's warm and sunny outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So remember I told you guys I went on a super fun and wicked date with a boy a little while back?  Well the boy and I have been seeing each other.  I can't say I'm seeing stars or fireworks or...whatever.  But, we have reasonable amounts of fun together so we have continued to see each other.  But, tonight, I can honestly say nuts to that!  Things the boy does that annoy me:  Doesn't call me when he says he will, only to call much much MUCH later and exclaim: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!.  No, boy, no, where have YOU been??  Calling me after a night or five of heavy drinking with what can only be described as emphazyma voice to recount how drunk he got and what stupid things he did.  Girls don't really like that.  No I know, it's hard to believe but we don't.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway so methinks this boy has had his day in the life of moi.  I shall now fill my time stroking my 17 cats and playing Solitaire.  Kidding bitches!  Actually my brother is getting married so I'm going to be tied up trying to find a bridesmaid dress and being a good sister/bridesmaid.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I'm about to eat dinner...goodnight all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113762800838433427?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113762800838433427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113762800838433427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113762800838433427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113762800838433427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113737698036443261</id><published>2006-01-15T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:03:11.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/prettywoman4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/prettywoman4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight is like Julia Roberts night or some shit on tbs because they just played Stepmom and now Pretty Woman. I LOVE me some Pretty Woman. It's at commercial now, but the part where she goes shopping in her hooker dress and gets turned away just ended. I love the song during that part...i think i need to invest in the soundtrack. I just got the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing and Rent. HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Roberts truly is a Pretty Woman. She is just gorgeous. Okay, lately she looks like her skin hasn't seen much light and she wears Lands End jeans and doesn't brush her hair, but she's a mother to twins so we'll let it slide. She will make a hot comeback and have a bangin' body and be just as gorgeous as ever very soon. SHE WILL. She is one of a kind. I love Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was pretty quiet, I haven't been sleeping well lately so I know I should have just spent it at home but of course I went to Angela's because I am addicted to hanging out there lol.  loves it!  Chandler, Ange and I just hung out and watched home movies but of course I passed out, slept over and we went shopping on Saturday at Designer Depot.  I got THE hottest pair of Guess heels EVER.  They're round-toe 4 inch heels with that sort of retro thick heel goin on, brown python on the toe and heel and the G logo canvas print on the rest.  They are my new favourite shoes.  I'm a shopaholic, I know.  It's really bad!  But I couldn't let these go.  And, there was a pair of black heels I decided not to get that I now can't stop thinking about and want to go back and get.  It's sick.  Why am I cursed with fashion love?  I mean I used to like clothes, love shopping....but it was like one day I discovered the world of shoes and bags and I went buckwild!  They truly do MAKE an outfit don't they?  I just spent an entire paragraph discussing shoes.  damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after this weekend I am determined to get my sleeping issues under control. I haven't had a good night's sleep in quite some time now.  I think that a lot of stressful events happened around Christmas that just wore me into insomniac mode.  Anyway I'm definitely going to take steps to manage my stress in a healthy fashion and get more rest.  I'm taking a Buddhist meditation class at Grantham Library every Thursday night about how to control the mind and body with meditation.  Hot!  I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113737698036443261?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113737698036443261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113737698036443261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113737698036443261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113737698036443261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-tonight-is-like-julia-roberts.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113725902775074418</id><published>2006-01-14T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T09:17:10.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KAM'S HAVING A BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Kam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Kam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and co-worker Kam (played today by Parminder Nagra) is going to have a baby by Monday! I wonder what she's doing this weekend, her last as a non-Mother. I think she'll make a great mother, she kept me in line at work! :) I wonder what she will name the baby? And if it's a boy or a girl, because she doesn't know yet. It's very exciting, and I am rooting for a Angelina Jolie gives birth to Bradd Pitt's baby kind of delivery Kam! Cause that's hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113725902775074418?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113725902775074418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113725902775074418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113725902775074418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113725902775074418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/kams-having-baby-my-friend-and-co.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113725619723947973</id><published>2006-01-14T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T08:34:35.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IN SPORTS NEWS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Team Jolie: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/babypitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/babypitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes Angelina, yes you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Team Maniston: 0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/rumor_has_it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/rumor_has_it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two hours of my life I'll never get back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113725619723947973?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113725619723947973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113725619723947973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113725619723947973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113725619723947973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-sports-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113725591830671866</id><published>2006-01-14T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T08:25:18.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LIKE COFFEE BEANS THROUGH THE GRINDER, THESE ARE THE MEALS OF MY LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symptoms of Cocaine use include:&lt;/strong&gt; Anorexia Nervosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symptoms of Anorexia Nervosa include: &lt;/strong&gt;Chronic, excessive, persistent consumption of gigantic caffeinated drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/004.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/003b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/003b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/003a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/003.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/003.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113725591830671866?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113725591830671866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113725591830671866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113725591830671866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113725591830671866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/like-coffee-beans-through-grinder.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113725502751044013</id><published>2006-01-14T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T08:10:27.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FAUXBIANS: THE LA LOHAN CHAPTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get girls today. First, Lindsay Lohan is hospitalized (how many times does a young "healthy" girl need to be hospitalized before people realize she's a DRUG ADDICT?) and then like 2 days later, she's spotted at Scores stripclub. Recovery be damned! But, according to some skeevy people who were also there, she and Kate Moss rolled in around 2:45 am and proceeded to act like best girlfriends. Y'know...if best girlfriends pole danced and made out with each other. Which, sorry guys, we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do see a disturbing trend amond young women to ACT like they play for other team. What's that about? I am completely open-minded, and have nothing against being gay. Heck, I love the gays! I have known a few gay people in my time. Gay = Great. But, when you're NOT a lesbian, why act like you are? And if you're acting like you are, then saying you're not would mean you're trying to hide something, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine lived with a bunch of girls all throughout University. One night after a particularly drunken party, one of the girls brought home another girl she had been hanging out with that night. Long story short, they ended up in bed together. How do you go from straight to practicing lesbian in ONE NIGHT?! i don't get it. Anyway, said girl then claimed to have a major girl-crush on my friend, and my friend having been in a relationship with a guy for the last five years clearly said sorry, not interested. HOWEVER, they have proceeded to drunkenly make out whenever they go out together. I don't know, call me crazy, but I don't make out with people I'm not interested in. Y'know, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that girl-on-girl is way more accepted in society than male homosexuality and I get that we're a lot more liberal about sexuality now. Some people are bi-sexual.  But, that's completely different than random acts of lesbianism with your friends.  That, in my opinion, seems like a lot of attention-seeking from guys whose jaws will inevitably drop upon seeing two girls going at it.  And if you're in a relationship with a guy, is making out with a girl once in a while not....cheating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113725502751044013?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113725502751044013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113725502751044013&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113725502751044013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113725502751044013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/fauxbians-la-lohan-chapter-i-dont-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113710134201084127</id><published>2006-01-12T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:29:02.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHOUT OUTS AND FADEOUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night's Larry King Live was pretty lackluster, I have to say. James Frey is pure sex though, I love him. He's totally hot in a nerdy writer/former drug addict kind of way. Anyway if you're into James Frey, check out his website, Big Jim Industries for the scoop on the current scandaliciousness surrounding his books. Do not, however, and I repeat NOT, check out The Smoking Gun for their bastardly exposé about James' embellishments. Don't. It's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigjimindustries.com"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/BigJim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I feel like a kid in a candy store today because it's so sunny and gorgeous out. It's +9 today. Tomorrow it's supposed to be +13. That's just friggin great. Almost as good as Chestica Simpson's new badass black eye. I hope someone held her down and beat her good-style! And what the FUCK happened to her face? DAYUM. Get a bigger hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/chestica1.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/chestica1.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must now go and finish enjoying this fantabulous day, but not before giving a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIGANTIC shout out to&lt;/span&gt; Marty The Coworker's Sextacular friend &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WES&lt;/span&gt; who apparently reads my blog from time to time. Clearly, he loves me. Whatever, who doesn't?! Later bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113710134201084127?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113710134201084127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113710134201084127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113710134201084127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113710134201084127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/shout-outs-and-fadeouts.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113701061606387815</id><published>2006-01-11T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:16:56.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPRAH'S HYPNOTIC VAGINA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/piecescover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/piecescover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well bitches, you're probably wondering what the hell i've been up to because frankly I know that's most important on all your brains isn't it? Well, over the holiday break I played with my Christmas presents, ate a lot of junk food, drank some, watched a crapload of MuchMusic Holiday Wrap, and read two excellent books written by author James Frey. The first is A Million Little Pieces, a book about his crazy time in rehab for addiction to...just about every drug you can do. Kinda like Paris Hilton's addiction to every penis you can do, James smoked crack, sniffed glue, drank alcohol, snorted coke, smoked hash, used meth, etc...then when he got clean, he wrote a book about it and Oprah recommended it in her book club and BAM, the rest is history. Everything Oprah touches turns to gold basically. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/jamesfrey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/jamesfrey1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what you're thinking: an Oprah's book club book? How fucking lame! But, I am a slave to Oprah. I know it, I can't turn away from it, I just fucking love her! Her vagina is clearly more hypnotic than Angelina's because she turned down Brad Pitt's mother for her Favourite Things show...even Brad couldn't get no Oprah love! Anyway, the book she recommended was A Million Little Pieces but James also wrote a follow up called My Friend Leonard, which I also read last week and also loved. AND he's kinda hot as evidenced above and below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/jamesfrey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/jamesfrey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, turns out there's this huge hoopla now because people are claiming his ass is a liar and the things he says happened in his books never happened. People are mad. Up in arms. His book has sold millions of copies since Oprah touted it, of course, so people are pissed that he's making money off that shit if it's not true! Anyways, if you guys read this before tonight check him out defending his ass and probably Oprah's too on CNN's Larry King Live. I love a good Oprah scandal. You just want to know that perfect people aren't perfect. I want to see her squirm a bit. And if it's lies, I'm never fuckin taking her advice ever again! Oh who am I kidding, that bitch could bottle her sweat and sell it as perfume and I'd wear that shit all over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113701061606387815?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113701061606387815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113701061606387815&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113701061606387815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113701061606387815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/oprahs-hypnotic-vagina-well-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113682734854197037</id><published>2006-01-09T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T09:22:28.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys....it's been a while yet again.  Here's the thing:  living in the middle of nowhere, as I do, we don't have access to anything but dialup internet.  It's pure and total hell!  It takes about 10 minutes for a webpage to load and even then...yikes.  So, I can only really do the internet thing from work and you can imagine that blogging from work isn't exactly the best thing, for your job OR for the quality and quantity of your blogging.  Sooooo...I was thinking about packing it in.  BUT I am still undecided.  As you can tell, my posts have become less and less as life gets busier.  I donno...anyone have suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113682734854197037?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113682734854197037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113682734854197037&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113682734854197037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113682734854197037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113582715950342395</id><published>2005-12-28T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:32:39.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Ryangosling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Ryangosling.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet suddenly, things look brighter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113582715950342395?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113582715950342395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113582715950342395&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113582715950342395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113582715950342395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-yet-suddenly-things-look-brighter.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113582695746919419</id><published>2005-12-28T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:29:17.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired to even post, but just picture me rolling my eyes and grunting like an annoying 14 year old girl with moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or don't, cause frankly, my mood is pissing even ME off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys, this is a pointless post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113582695746919419?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113582695746919419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113582695746919419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113582695746919419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113582695746919419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113570568041001737</id><published>2005-12-27T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:48:59.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things earned throughout short Chrismas holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick Wit U by the Pussycat Dolls in my head. &lt;br /&gt;A questionably functioning RAZR phone.&lt;br /&gt;A LOT of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;And shoes.&lt;br /&gt;and winter coats.&lt;br /&gt;Boy problems.&lt;br /&gt;Unsolicitied opinions - if you have to wonder, I'm talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;More clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas dinner, revisited 3 times in the form of leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;Stomachaches from eating said Christmas dinners.&lt;br /&gt;A good catching up on Young and the Restless.&lt;br /&gt;MuchMusic Holiday Wrap (I now know the Video on Trial rating of every video known to man)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and boy problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113570568041001737?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113570568041001737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113570568041001737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113570568041001737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113570568041001737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-earned-throughout-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113554935784961615</id><published>2005-12-25T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T14:22:37.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN I'M FULL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is one damn fine cook!  I'm tellin' ya, she makes the best turkey, best stuffing, best sweet potatoes, and since she's Belgian there's always the Belgian tradition of croquettes and homemade Belgian chocolates, and Belgian waffles for breakfast.  DAYUM.  It's really too bad I don't have some crack laying around to take away my appetite for Christmas food.  Anyway, this Christmas was pretty hot.  Yesterday my brother and his fiancée came over, and we had Christmas dinner and then opened presents.  My parents are hot and spoiled me as usual.  I got a black razr phone, Lovely by My Little Pony Parker, gift certificates for the Pen Centre mall - hot! - and the movies, and some cute workout clothes.  They also bought my brother some sweaters, a microwave and some gift certificates and what not as well.  Conversely, we spoiled them too cause we get down like that....we bought my mom a hot gold diamond and garnet ring, and my dad a leather office chair for his office.  Oh and I got my dad Trivial Pursuit cause he fuckin rocks at Trivial Pursuit AND fun little fact: my dad went to high school with one of the inventors of trivial pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  Friday Ange Kristen and I went shopping in the States.  We went to the Prime Outlets on Military Road in Buffalo, NY.  Yea, I live like 20 minutes from the border.  It's kinda hot.  Buffalo is stinky but there are some HOT deals right now over there and the Canadian dollar is kicking ass.  it's like .86 on the US dollar.  Hot shit.  I spent like $350US  all on myself..heh..oops.  So, we're coming over the border and I advise my morally challenged friends against lying about our purchases since we had bags coming out the windows and I didn't want to go to jail on Christmas Eve eve...so we told the truth and of course were told to pay duty on our purchases.  FUCK.  Not cool.  So we walk into the customs booth and who do I see but my hot friend we'll call M.  He is one of my brother's childhood and current friends.  I always kind of had a schoolgirl crush on him and now I love him even more because he totally let us go without paying!  It was so hot.  So we busted out of there like bandits hoping we wouldn't hear some suspicious sirens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um what else?  Well, Canadians far and wide can't resist the allure of the MuchMusic holiday Wrap.  I try and I try every year not to get caught up in watching 5 hours a day of the mindless television that is the Wrap, and yet...today I watched the Video on Trial marathon, Stars on Trial, the Who To Do: 20 Hottest Guys List, MuchNews 2005, and Born to Be.  I haven't actually gone outside in about 48 hours.  Gotta love the Holidays!  Ok well Merry Christmas you hot bitches and I hope you all get whatever you want and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113554935784961615?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113554935784961615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113554935784961615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113554935784961615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113554935784961615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/damn-im-full-my-mom-is-one-damn-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113530634831096794</id><published>2005-12-22T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:52:28.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I had a date tonight.  And, it went amazing.  And now I'm in that wait-and-see-what-he-thought mode where I want to literally bang my head against a wall because I'm so excited/giddy/nervous/anxious.  Damnit GET YOUR ASS ON MSN or e-mail me or SOMETHING.  Alright he is a guy so he isn't rushing home to jump on MSN and talk to me I guess.  WHY ISN'T HE. argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113530634831096794?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113530634831096794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113530634831096794&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113530634831096794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113530634831096794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-i-had-date-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113526556416322202</id><published>2005-12-22T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T07:32:44.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That Tyler Hilton is kind of a sexy bitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/tylerhilton01_010605_1105059316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/tylerhilton01_010605_1105059316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/0804tylerhiltone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/0804tylerhiltone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113526556416322202?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113526556416322202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113526556416322202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113526556416322202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113526556416322202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/that-tyler-hilton-is-kind-of-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113526276615166530</id><published>2005-12-22T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T06:46:06.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THERE'S CHRISTMAS IN YOUR EYES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website is hot. It's all photos of kids scared shitless of Santa Claus! Click the photo to see more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southflorida.com/events/sfl-scaredsanta,0,2245506.photogallery?coll=sfe-events-headlines&amp;index=1"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/scarysanta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113526276615166530?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113526276615166530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113526276615166530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113526276615166530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113526276615166530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-christmas-in-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113509716079128177</id><published>2005-12-20T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T08:46:00.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A TPG COMPANY CHRISTMAS (complete with borderline inappropriate drunkenness!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/suckamc/sets/1617623/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/martinis.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Friday night my hot sexy co-workers and I had our Christmas shindig at the Boston Pizza on Casablanca. I guess you didn't need to know the location but whatev! We had some fun times and some us whose names I won't mention Marty partook in the Fishbowl Friday tradition at BP and drank what was basically 12 shots in a Fishbowl Marty. Marty was the nights photographer as usual and took some great shots. Click the photos to check out the whole bunch. xoxo and Merry Christmas all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/suckamc/sets/1617623/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/DaveSarahAndy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113509716079128177?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113509716079128177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113509716079128177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113509716079128177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113509716079128177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/tpg-company-christmas-complete-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113501566935127327</id><published>2005-12-19T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:07:50.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RANDOM CELEBRITY LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's that time of year again when Christmas songs play on the radio, snowflakes fall on the ground and everything is lit up with joy and laughter and love. I wonder what types of traditions the Federline family plan to start this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/britandkfed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/britandkfed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For example, how much allowance will Brit Brit give K-Fed so he can buy her Christmas presents? And, when he spends it all on Marlboro's, beer and the ganja, how many of his toys will she take away? Personally I think Britney could use some glamour shots or something from the mall...anything is better than what she currently looks like. I do not get this bitch. I mean, apparently trailer trash is the most difficult thing to break from a person's spirit because if I became rich and famous I'd like to think my clothing/personal style/taste in men would only IMPROVE. Not Britney. She wants to stay that down-home fried chicken eating crotch-exposing jeans wearing dirtbag marrying baby making Louisiana gal forever. FOREVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Lukewilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Lukewilson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I know that technically Luke Wilson could probably gain 100 lbs. and people would STILL love him because for some reason the Wilson brothers seem to be exempt from the general rules of attractiveness that apply to other people....but still. He is looking so not hot these days. It's like this, Wilsons, we are affording you the luxury of teetering on the fine line between average and fugly because you make us laugh and when men are funny women seem to overlook the looks thing...but please heed my warning when I tell you that you do not want to test the waters of fatness. I saw The Family Stone, and trust me, you weren't funny enough to make up for the extra poundage. For Christmas, why don't you ask Owen if he can score you some sweet Cuban. I'm sure he knows where to find it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/vmaduffs5gk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/vmaduffs5gk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, remember the days when Hilary was still the prettier Duff sister?  Me either.  But now, she can certainly say she is the skinniest Duff sister.  And, she can also say she is the Duff sister with the Biggest Teeth.  And, if we're keeping score, she could also say she is the Duff sister with the fugliest Boyfriend and least talent.  Do you see why for Christmas I wish people would stop hating so much on Haylie?  She may resemble a Daschund puppy but she's STILL the better Duff.  I wonder what these two are getting each other for Christmas?  New coke vials?  Bags for each other's heads?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113501566935127327?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113501566935127327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113501566935127327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113501566935127327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113501566935127327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-celebrity-love-well-its-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113494893086721500</id><published>2005-12-18T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:35:30.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S DE-LIGHTFUL, IT'S DE-LICIOUS IT'S DE-LOVELY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching De-Lovely off and on.  I've seen most of it already.  It wasn't that great a movie really.  But I am a sucker for a good musical and the songs in De-Lovely are pretty awesome, especially the title song, De-Lovely - sung by Robbie Williams in the film - and Let's Fall in Love - sung by somewhat old-looking super-Canadian femme Alanis Morrissette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird weekend.  I don't know how to explain it, just weird.  You know when something changes, and you can feel it changing, and you don't know how or why it's changing but it just is.  And, you always thought that if that thing ever changed, it would be earth shattering and filled with the kind of drama that earth shattering events often bring.  But when it happens it just...isn't.  It happens, and you don't try to fight it or change it or do much about it.   It just is what it is.  This is the weird thing about blogs, I'd love to be able to tell entire stories to my readers but sometimes I just can't! URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to see The Family Stone today with my cousin.  She was on my case for like months trying to pin me down so I finally said let's do it.  I just don't hang out with her that much, but being that it's family there's an added level of guilt when they tell you they haven't seen you in forever. So, yea...Family Stone...good movie!  For those of you who don't like SJP, this movie will just confirm your hatred of her.  She's good in it but her character is just so perfectly annoying.  It's actually not AS funny as I would have liked/predicted...but then, there were other unexpected things in it that sort of made up for it....but not entirely.  I still think it would have been better had there been a few more REALLY funny parts.  Lots of mild chuckles...not a lot of big big laughing moments.  It's like hello!? paging Luke Wilson!?  You are in the friggin movie...say something hilarious!  Ok to his credit he was the funniest character in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm watching the What Not to Wear marathon on TLC...and it's the two most annoying episodes back to back.  First, it's Mrs. Britney-in-20-years,  who not ONLY is Britney in 20 years but has hair that can only be described as Bon Jovi circa 1985 if Bon Jovi bleached his hair 18 times and then swam with a toaster.  They cut and dyed her hair into this cute sassy little cut and she literally said nothing, and then said "well....i don't DISlike it....".  It's like bitches, trailer-trash doesn't know the difference between trashy and trendy.  They think gold lamé halter tops with strings down the front are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's this total cow who dresses like Mary-Kate Olsen.  And that's bad if you ARE Mary-Kate Olsen...but it's downright disastrous if you've got 100 lbs. on Mary-Kate Olsen.  It's like...it's like you're an obese bag-lady, and when you're doing the homeless look you can't be obese because homeless people generally don't get the opportunity to overeat so it's totally unrealistic.  She's one of those ones that isn't really co-operative or happy to be there.  She thinks everything they suggest is ugly and when they set her free to buy her own stuff she tries to buy a flat front pleated yellow plaid skirt.  And yet I can't stop watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the last week before Christmas.  I can't wait.  My grandparents gave me some Christmas money - trying to ensure (and insure) my love for another year no doubt.  As you can tell I'm not exactly close with them.  But I AM close with their money and that's what counts at Christmas, right?  So I plan to do some shopping of my own...a girl needs New Year's wear doesn't she?  A new year a new wardrobe I always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I AM really all about my family at Xmas and so I can't wait to spend a quiet evening at home with my parents (Ron and Dany), my brother Jeffrey and my future sister-in-law Becky.  Oh and my dog Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good night to all and to all a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113494893086721500?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113494893086721500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113494893086721500&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113494893086721500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113494893086721500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-de-lightful-its-de-licious-its-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113475289667550934</id><published>2005-12-16T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T09:08:16.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SNOWFLAKES THAT STAY ON MY NOSE AND EYELASHES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the first huge snowstorm of the season came yesterday. We all knew it was coming but when it did, it was quite the event. Cars sliding everywhere, tow trucks out in full force...Me, gritting my teeth and clenching my hands on the steering wheel in terror. I managed to make it to work fine, but the snow started in late morning and just was out of control by 2:30...so I, being extremely scared of driving at night anyway, decided to leave work early. Of COURSE this was only because of the snow, how dare you imply that I was using it to get out of work? How dare you indeed! As I was cleaning off my car, everyone decided to watch from the window and Martin, ever the photog, snapped some photos which I clearly was not expecting whatsoever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/sarahcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/sarahcar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live the snow, and Christmas, and all things white and powdery! uhm...yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113475289667550934?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113475289667550934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113475289667550934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113475289667550934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113475289667550934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/snowflakes-that-stay-on-my-nose-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113461477521145477</id><published>2005-12-14T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:46:15.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A WEIRD, TIRED MICHELLE BRANCHESQUE POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO TIRED right now. I swear, I don't get it. On the weekends, I can go to bed at 3 am and be up at 9 with dare I say...gusto. Motivation even. Weekdays, I can barely be bothered to wash my hair and getting out of bed is a nightmare. At the end of the day I want to COLLAPSE into bed. WTF is going on?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Degrassi: Next Generation was hot Monday night. I know you Canadians are loyal fans. So, Craig and the band got a manager and almost a record deal...but the band sucks, and Craig is the only one with real talent so Ellie tells him to screw the band - she's the drummer - and bust it out himself. But I didn't get the ending...Craig plays his song at the showcase but then it shows him making out with Manny and hopping in a car and driving off...is he going to Vancouver to record his album? I don't get it! If Craig is off the show for a while that would suck. I love Craig. Manny also caught Craig with his arm around Ellie showing her this drum solo...that Ellie is breaking EVERYBODY up (see: Hazel and Jimmy like two weeks ago). That little goth skank should keep her mitts off other people's men. I don't trust boyfriend stealers and neither do the bitches at Degrassi! Ask Paris Hilton's....well anyone whose ever known her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm what else? OMG. I bought my parents a chair on ebay for christmas, a really nice chair, and I bought it November 24 so enough time to get it here...the bastards said they can't ship to Canada but waited until Dec 13 to tell me! So now i'm all rushing around trying to find a replacement. I hate shit like that. I'm tempted to pull a Perez Hilton and post his name. Speaking of Perez, did anyone see how he ratted out a spammer on his website? Some dude was spamming his site non stop and Perez posted his name, address and phone number. I don't like that shit at ALL. Like, what if he had the wrong guy? This person is probably getting thousands of calls a day. Sure, he's probably a loser but still. Perez needs to fucking grow up. Get your head out of Paris Hilton's vagina. Stop wearing shiny shirts. Stop snorting so much coke. Stop....being you. I donno, maybe it's the rag but he annoys the shit out of me today! But, ok enough Perez bashing. Now I'll bash Parasite. She's a dirty, talentless skank. But, people...I don't know WHAT it is...but here she is looking....cute. her hair is cute, and for the first time possibly EVER it is styled in a trendy and modern style. It looks like hair and not highly flammable synthetic hair-like substance. Something's going on when she decides to start looking normal. Can it be true? Is Nicole Richie befriending her again? Giving her style tips perhaps? Well atleast I can start hating Richie again if it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/parisinblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/parisinblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113461477521145477?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113461477521145477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113461477521145477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113461477521145477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113461477521145477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/weird-tired-michelle-branchesque-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113440843156192510</id><published>2005-12-12T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T09:27:11.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE MISSED YOUR ASSES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guys, I know I've been like non existent. I get that way sometimes! I was busy having glamorous fun times and then was sick and blah blah cry bitch moan. I've had quite the few weeks. Mostly the hottest part was the big CTFS gala. We had so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the middle is my hot bitch of a friend Kristen and Ange on the right.  I must say, we were dressed to the nines.  We proceeded to dance the night away, and Chris Chandler got hammered and did his usual dance with married women who don't know him but will soon love his hot moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Uhm what else?  I finished all my xmas shopping!!  I love christmas.  LOVE IT.  I can't wait for Christmas Eve.  I want a new blackberry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things I was very surprised to hear: Nicole Richie and DJ AM broke up?! Are you f*ing kidding me?!  Oh he dumped her?  Because she was a bitchy anorexic?  Oh ok.  So, in that case I can see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok bitches I'll try to post more now.  love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113440843156192510?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113440843156192510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113440843156192510&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113440843156192510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113440843156192510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-missed-your-asses-so-guys-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113340740310533915</id><published>2005-11-30T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:23:28.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STORIES FROM SARAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you hot bitches, we've been in a relationship for a while so I thought I'd introduce you to a day in the life of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I steal Marty my coworker/spy extraordinaire's camera and snap a photo of him. He is pleased with this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Marty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Marty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then, I multitask by drinking a drink and talking to Dave at the same time...maybe I'm making him do me a favour? Only the fly on the wall...and Marty who snapped this one...knows, but I look very squinty which I do not think is a good look for me. Ah well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/SarahDave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/SarahDave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then, it's back to work for us. This is Marty's phone not mine but I have the same one so there Marty! Marty is a kickass awesome photographer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then, I go for coffee with a friend. But I don't have pictures of that. However, upon return from coffee I finally connect with my good friend Ryan who I haven't talked to in forever! He is living in China until the summer and has been for about a year and a half already. Here he is with his cute girlfriend Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/RyanandMag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/RyanandMag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, I'm home and watching America's Next Top Model.  Bre is such a dumb biotch!  She just basically threw a fit in front of a top designer.  Bitch ain't never workin' in THAT town again!  Goodnight all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113340740310533915?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113340740310533915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113340740310533915&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113340740310533915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113340740310533915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/stories-from-sarah-well-you-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113337916872898305</id><published>2005-11-30T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:32:56.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TO HIT, OR NOT TO HIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So The Biggest Loser is done and overwith. My worst fear came true and Matt won. Matt isn't even cute, and he has cauliflower ears apparently from years of wrestling. You know how wrestlers constantly grab those headgear things around their ears? I guess it gives you this gross ear swelling that makes your ears look like cauliflower. SICK. But yeah, he's also intense and weird. Never, ever smiles. Weird. It's like, dude you lost 157 lbs....SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Matt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Matt.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there's Suzy....sometimes she annoyed me, but mostly I loved her. She is beautiful. She looks hot now. She was single before but I hope she's found herself a hot BF now because DAYUM girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Suzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Suzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but certainly not least is Seth. I'd hit it. He is so hot now, and the best part is his wife is totally fug. Not cute! He regrets marrying her, cause his ass could have had that hot piece Suzy. Suzy and Seth were teammates at the end and they really seem to dig each other. Seth: divorce isn't that uncommon! Suzy can be the formerly fat Angelina in your life! I wish I had a pic of his wife. Suzy was playfully jabbing him all night...you know those two want to shag. I love it! I personally think Seth's transformation was the biggest out of all three, if not because he lost the most weight then because he's currently the hottest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Seth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Seth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113337916872898305?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113337916872898305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113337916872898305&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113337916872898305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113337916872898305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-hit-or-not-to-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113336905225090828</id><published>2005-11-30T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:44:12.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to collapse into my bed and not speak to anyone for a long, long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113336905225090828?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113336905225090828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113336905225090828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113336905225090828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113336905225090828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113286964285769180</id><published>2005-11-24T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:00:42.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANTM OUTRAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTM last night seriously made me see red! Ok, so basically this biotch Bre accused Nicole of stealing a granola bar. Are they for real?! And to make it worse, Nicole didn't even steal it! So what does Bre do? She steals Nicole's red bull and DUMPS IT! Doesn't even drink it! Just dumps it down the drain. What a skank! She is one evil bitch. Nicole was really sweet throughout it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRE's Fugly Mug:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Bre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Bre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So then of course Tyra has to impart her wisdom on Bre at the judging by saying something so clever like "One time, this model woke me up in the middle of the night and said Bitch you stole my alarm clock! And I was like What?! But I didn't retaliate. It's juvenile"....uhm OK, thanks for tip Tyra! And...the OUTRAGE part....BRE did not get voted off! Kim did! I hate this show! I can't wait for next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113286964285769180?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113286964285769180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113286964285769180&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113286964285769180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113286964285769180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/antm-outrage-antm-last-night-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113269650648907376</id><published>2005-11-22T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T13:55:06.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FISHSTICKS PALTROW (THANKS MK!) TAKES INSTYLE BY STORM...AND IT AIN'T GOOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bitch is on the cover of InStyle this month looking SO disgusting. Who took the picture and what were they thinking? Don't they take like 500 shots at photoshoots? Couldn't they find one that didn't make her look challenged? I couldn't find a large photo of it, but we all know what a dead fish Gwyneth is. The photo below clearly demonstrates her fuglyness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/newyork02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/newyork02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And yet, the Vogue cover tells me that with a little Photoshop and the right photography professional, anything is possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/vogue_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/vogue_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113269650648907376?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113269650648907376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113269650648907376&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113269650648907376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113269650648907376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/fishsticks-paltrow-thanks-mk-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113244117992665352</id><published>2005-11-19T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T15:01:25.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sigh. work vacation, over. Why do these things have to end? By about the 3rd day, you're basically resigned to never working again so really why shouldn't that just be the case? Oh I know why. So you can show off all your new clothes - purchased whilst on vacation - to your coworkers, who really won't care but that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week was truly terrible weather-wise. On Tuesday during our shopping excursion it pissed rain all day. That night, it stopped raining and a warm breeze blew in. It was nice. Reefie told us it was going to snow the next day and we scoffed at the very idea. And yet, the next day, an even stronger tornado-like wind blew in, and then the cold came and before we knew it, it was snowing. SNOWING. I was powerless to stop it. Since then it's been cold and colder every day. It snowed virtually all day yesterday. It's not even December yet! I am not ready to drive down the Queen Elizabeth in SNOW. I'm a huge baby about this. I still believe it somehow isn't true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I must now finish cleaning and get on my merry way. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ere's to Emily who is up in Thunder Bay visiting Dave. And Julie, in Guelph bored and trying to concentrate on something other than her hot roommate ;) and Kristen and Ange who I hope I see later. And Cory in North Bay - see you next weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;: don't watch the movie Sylvia when you're in a bad mood. It will only make your mood worse, if not for the film's content and message, then for Gwyneth's poor acting and dialect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;: Stuck by Stacie Orrico. Remember that? Like 2 or 3 years ago? it was hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/13677075-113244117992665352?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113244117992665352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113244117992665352&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113244117992665352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113244117992665352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113235864359079506</id><published>2005-11-18T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T16:04:03.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DONATELLA VERSACE IS IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know we were all wondering who the hell could have ghostwritten The Truth About Diamonds for Nicole Richie since she probably can't read or write....and the mystery is solved: Donatella Versace showed up to the book signing so I guess it was her? But I thought that bitch couldn't read or write..or even form coherent sentences either?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know Rachel Zoe told her to cross her legs when she's posing because it makes her look thinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113235864359079506?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113235864359079506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113235864359079506&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113235864359079506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113235864359079506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/donatella-versace-is-it-i-know-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113219073591859125</id><published>2005-11-16T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T17:25:35.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/jennyshimizu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/jennyshimizu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Shimizu was on America's Next Top Model tonight.  I haven't been following this season of ANTM all that much but I've seen enough to know who's who and what's what.  Lisa is a crazy bitch, Kim is a gossip-loving lesbian, etc etc.  So, it was superhot when Jenny Shimizu came on the show...all the model wannabe's were like "I know her from her Calvin Klein ad" or some other job.  Please bitches!  I know her from such jobs as the time she went down on Angelina Jolie!  I didn't even know this bitch was a model!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other hot moments included when Jayla and I think it was Bre? were outside talking about how Kim is such a backstabber and Bre goes "That bitch ain't right...she ain't right" with the best attitude I've ever seen.  Kim deserves it for talkin smack about everyone in the entire house.  She also got caught immitating Tyra which was hot.  But Tyra is annoying so I'd talk about her too!  They bitched her out in the car and she bawled like a damn baby and then they were all nice to her!  It was so funny.  I love how people who talk about anyone and everyone behind their backs will crack at the drop of a hat the second they're confronted with their sauce-talk.  That's why you shouldn't sauce-talk people you HAVE NO PROBLEM with biotch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lisa....Lisa Lisa Lisa.  Look, I get that whole goofy girl Cameron Diaz tomboyish vibe.  But there's fun and then there's downright mad!  Tonight she had the nerve to use the word "Psych!".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my vacation is going quite well.  Tuesday Ange, Reefie, Kristen and I went shopping in Buffalo.  I love the Walden Galleria!  Americans get some stores we don't get so it's fun to go there and shizzop.  I bought some cute stuff at Forever 21 which we do not have in Canada, and I bought some HOT gold wedges...I know, a bit summery but they were too cute not to buy.  We all made out like bandits and tire it up in the States, then we went home and vegged.  I'm gonna dye my hair tomorrow.  I can't wait.  I've had blond highlights for about 4 or 5 months...I wanna go back to a uniform colour so I chose a toffee brown colour.  Hot shit. Uhmm what else?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, that's about all I s'pose.  Love ya bitches! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113219073591859125?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113219073591859125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113219073591859125&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113219073591859125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113219073591859125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/jenny-shimizu-was-on-americas-next-top.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113206986149416964</id><published>2005-11-15T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T07:51:01.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/scottstorchhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/scottstorchhhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently K-Fed still thinks he has a chance at becoming some kind of musical supastah and is enlisting serial rapist Scott Storch to produce that shit.  Of course he is.  And of course Scott Storch would work with KFed.  It allll makes sense.  He'd stick it in Paris Hilton, he'd do ANYTHING.  And I mean ANY...THING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Britney was the first to laugh at husband Kevin Federline’s leaked rap "Y'all Ain't Ready," but not the last. K-Fed, though, is undeterred, and is trying to bounce back from the early critical pounding by enlisting super-producer Scott Storch, (the man responsible for Beyoncé's "Baby Boy," and Justin Timberlake's "Cry Me A River," among others). Storch has also done production work for Paris Hilton's upcoming debut album, so hey, he has experience trying to turn lead into gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;source: MuchMusic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113206986149416964?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113206986149416964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113206986149416964&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113206986149416964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113206986149416964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/apparently-k-fed-still-thinks-he-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113194216082421877</id><published>2005-11-13T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:22:40.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/participate_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/participate_header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This show is hot. It's my new favourite show. Sometimes it's really sad, sometimes it makes you mad, sometimes the people are really nice underneath everything and you really want them to get all clean. The best part is at the end when they show the people now after they've been clean. It's insane how much better they look 99.9% of the time. I'm a sucker for this shit. So tonight's episode was about two drug addicts. One was some dude named Matt who was only 19, still lived with his parents and was addicted to crack cocaine (crack! I've never understood how you touch that kind of shit. but i digress) and the other guy was none other than Travis the lead singer of Days of the New. You know you're a hasbeen when you're doing Intervention to get publicity. He is a crystal meth addict who is basically near death because of some chronic heart disease he's caused himself what with all the meth doing.  Anyway, the regular dude - Matt - was kinda cute when they did his Intervention, he was all smily and seemed excited about it and agreed to it right away.  He obviously didn't wanna be a junkie.  But the Days of the New guy predictably pulled a Mariah and threw a bloody diva hissy fit.  He was a real asshole too because he has a lot more at stake, he has a baby and girlfriend and obviously some kind of recognizable talent though I'm not exactly a Days of the New fan.  The hottest moment was when his own mother wouldn't come to his Intervention and there was only two people there, his sister and girlfriend (ok and his baby), and he busted out and then the producer was like giving him a stern talking to to give him tough love and make him go so he went.  In the end, surprisingly Travis Days of the New stayed in rehab for 73 days and has been clean for 2 months where the other guy relapsed a bunch of times, dumped his sponsor and says he's "trying to stay clean".  Riiiight.  We all know what "trying to" means.  It means "not even on the same block of flats as 'trying'" as the old saying goes.  Wait, that might not qualify as a saying.  Whatever you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend was rather stressful as you can imagine after Friday's incident I shall not speak of.  But, I think I feel better.  I think?  I don't know.  Shit happens.  Nothing I can do.  I hope they don't put me in the slammer and throw away the key, unless it's with Lil' Kim and then I can totally become her bitch!  Anyways, Ang and I were supposed to go see Derailed and then hit up the Cat's Caboose afterwards to get bad, but it all went South after Kristen and Emily stuffed so we just stayed at Ange's.  Saturday Kristen Ange and I went to Kelsey's for dinner and drinks.  We are always crazy when we're together.  We laughed until we cried about so many things, including the msot disturbing conversation/story I've ever heard/had about a Turkey baster.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went back to Ange's late in the night to listen to music (Song that brought back memories:  Never Ever by All Saints.  Oh my god, All Saints were hot!) and I finally bought a cute black dress for the CTFS gala.  It's so cute, has an O-ring halter, and I also bought meself a pair of teal peep tow shoes with bows.  Love it!  I haven't worn a dress to any event in years.  I just don't do dresses.  But this one is hot shit.  Anyway I'm off to bed.  I have ONE day of work this week - tomorrow - and then I'm off until November 21st.  If that's not cause to celebrate I don't know what is.  Night bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113194216082421877?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113194216082421877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113194216082421877&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113194216082421877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113194216082421877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-show-is-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113181230415699736</id><published>2005-11-12T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T08:18:24.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/x_copper_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/x_copper_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG Bitches. I am such a fucking retard! So, on Thursday my aunt who works for my insurance company calls me and says yay your insurance is going down because you have a good record. Yay for me! right? WRONG. I am driving to work Friday morning in an 80 kph zone and I go to pass a few cars, and I speed up to 94, and right as I'm getting back into the right lane it turns to a 50 kph zone and I get BUSTAYD by a fucking cop! I got ticketed doing 94 kph in a 50 kph and that ain't good! $335 and 4 demerit points later I'm fucked. I'm calling X-Copper y'all, there is NO way I'm taking this one bending over. Pray for the soul of Tulip the Green Ford Focus! No, pray for the soul of SARAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This kind of shit is so not good for a neurotic freak like myself.  I will probably be like 50 First Dates having a brand spanking new nervous breakdown every single day when I wake up and remember "oh yeah, I'm screwed!".  But, I'm hoping I can somehow get my ass out of this.  People, do you have bad ticket stories?  Please share if you do!  I need the comfort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113181230415699736?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113181230415699736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113181230415699736&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113181230415699736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113181230415699736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/omg-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113159807918446735</id><published>2005-11-09T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:50:32.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/20_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/20_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well bitches I didn't get the pink phone! I ended up getting the black one. The pink one was way too expensive just for the colour that will be so tired in about 6 months. We all know what technology is like, right iPOD owners? Fuck there's like 2 new versions since I bought mine a year ago! I wanted the phone for other reasons besides its pinkness. I did! Look, really, I did. I care about MB space and fax capabilities. I care about GSM technology. I uhm...I care about...like..high quality...technology. Or something. Whatever, I never used to care about cell phones but I really like this one! And black will go with all my outfits.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight after work I drove to Burlington to visit my friend Jules who goes to uelph University. We had a good time, we went to Old Navy to see if a jacket she had on hold was in and then we bought bouncy balls from the bouncy ball machine in the store and bounced them out the door to our cars. We went to Sakai in Burlington for sushi. It was yummy, very very yummy. I went and visited Curt tonight and we watched Apprentice: Martha Stewart for the first time ever. That shit is kinda hot. I mean it's no Trump Apprentice...but whatever, it's still kinda hot. They had to sell a product on QVC and this one bitch Bethanny was INsane! She was talking faster than I would if I happened to be myself with a little speed thrown in! They lost. It was great. But Martha had NO catchphrase! I thought she was supposed to say "you don't fit in" or something! She was just like "I don't think you'd work in this company, so goodbye"...wtf is that?! And her daughter Alexis is so weird. She like barely moves her mouth when she speaks, and she constantly speaks in this monotone "I hate life and do not enjoy anything ever, not even puppies licking my face or sunny days or ANYTHING EVER because I am the DEVIL" voice. I don't know. I like Martha, but still, there is something so robotic and weird about the whole Stewart gene pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway I am so not in the blogging mood lately, sorry guys! I've had nothing particularly interesting to write...I'm coming up to a vacation from work - first in over a year! - and I'm hoping it will rejuvenate me or something because DAMN am I out of it. I need to sleep in and go to the park with my dog and relax. I'm so excited for Christmas too I can't wait! I'm going to a Christmas party with a cute boy on November 26th, It's kind of a first date and I think I really like him so wish me luck. And then there's the Canadian Tire gala on December 3rd, which me and my gals decided to go stag to so we could just dance and have fun and get trashed in the hotel afterwards. It'll be fun. I love the Christmas season! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113159807918446735?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113159807918446735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113159807918446735&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113159807918446735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113159807918446735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-bitches-i-didnt-get-pink-phone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113147733798998236</id><published>2005-11-08T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:15:37.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/48_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/48_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so fucking frivolous but I want this phone in a bad way! I would shave my hair off for this phone. Ok no I wouldn't nothing's worth that. But whatever I want!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113147733798998236?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113147733798998236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113147733798998236&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113147733798998236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113147733798998236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-so-fucking-frivolous-but-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113147709151409475</id><published>2005-11-08T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:11:31.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/53037831_539e0870fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/53037831_539e0870fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh the QEW Niagara.  I take this highway everyday to and from work.  Some days, it makes me want to kill myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wait, I shouldn't say things like that anymore, it's so distasteful!  Ah well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113147709151409475?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113147709151409475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113147709151409475&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113147709151409475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113147709151409475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/ahhh-qew-niagara.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113142219342042055</id><published>2005-11-07T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:56:33.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, this has been an eventful day to say the least. This morning around 9:30 or 10 AM, a guy was crushed to death by a forklift in the parking lot at the side of my office building. His name was Glenn. I don't know much else about him, but I talked to him a few times and he seemed really nice and friendly. Apparently he was 42 and had a "young family", as they said on the news. I can't seem to find anything about it on the internet, but they did a 5-minute blurb about it on CH News Hamilton. He worked for the company downstairs from mine, called Direct Buy, on Barton in Stoney Creek, Ontario which is a suburb of Hamilton. I am really bummed out about it. I can just imagine his poor wife right now. I can't even write a coherent post about it, it's weird and sad and horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was going to show you the phone my mum and dad are getting me for Christmas but it feels frivolous right now. Also, my fucking piece of crap dial-up connection - thanks to living in the middle of NOWHERE - won't load blogger properly so I can't anyway.  But my mum has agreed to get me the hot pink motorola V3 razor phone.  My parents are hot bitches, they spoil me so much I love them.  Anyway, I'm tired.  I have to get on to bed and try to forget what's happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113142219342042055?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113142219342042055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113142219342042055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113142219342042055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113142219342042055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-this-has-been-eventful-day-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113130845933231364</id><published>2005-11-06T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T12:36:59.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/nicandkath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/nicandkath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't that Kathy Hilton? Yet another reason I love this bitch, she knows how to fight dirty but seem like she's totally over it. Loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she seems back to wearing somewhat normal fitting clothing. Some of her choices recently have been questionable. But I don't like the whole jeans tucked into skinny boots phenom much. I am picky when it comes to footwear. I think the tucky boots thing makes one look disproportionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, a wise man (MK) once asked: Was Nicole hotter Then, or Now? Well, I've found some photos that I believe best pinpoint the exact 5 minutes when Nicole was, dare I say, at her hottest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113130845933231364?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113130845933231364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113130845933231364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113130845933231364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113130845933231364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/isnt-that-kathy-hilton-yet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113129475057546131</id><published>2005-11-06T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:32:30.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/canal-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/canal-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh Sundays. I love today, because my whole family is gone shopping and I'm home alone for an entire day. I'm telling you, in this house that's rare. Just me and the puppy. Loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite the productive weekend I think. Friday night Ange, Kristen and I just stayed in and watched movies and laughed our asses off making fun of people we worked with at Canadian Tire. God, everyone and their dog has worked for or currently works at Canadian Tire, either the store or the head office or the call center like I did for six years. My brother AND his fiancee work there. A guy I kinda dig right now works there. Many of my friends work there. My mom's best friends sister in law works there. Ok you get the point now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Saturday I became a brand new girl. I have a confession to make: My Mum does my Laundry. Yes, ok. Fuck, I know. It's so wrong. I'm 22 years old, and the worst part is I KNOW how to do my laundry, I've lived on my own before...I just don't do it because my mum always does! I feel so Jessica Simpson right now. So yesterday, I decided, NO MORE! I will not be a spoiled brat. So, I did my laundry yesterday and it was kind of relaxing! I'll have to try it again soon. Yeah, that's what I said, I'm doing it again! I also went for a long walk with my doggy at the canal. It was quite fun. Lots of ATVers and bikers on the path but still nice and relaxing. I don't know if many of you know what the weather is like here in Southern Ontario, but a lot of my American customers at work always make jokes at me that the weather sucks for 10 months out of the year. But, it's currently November 6 and I'm telling you I wore flip flops out last night, and wasn't cold. I didn't wear a jacket. I wore a skirt and no leggs. It's probably global warming, but y'know. It's kinda nice not to be wearing my scarf and snowcoat yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Saturday night I made the questionable decision to hang with Forrest. We drank beers and got a little tipsy. It's so weird hanging out with him. He'll talk about the old times, or stand thisclose to my face when he talks to me, or hug me or something and it's so weird. Then he'll say something mean 2 seconds later. It's so weird. And I'm weird around him, I don't even know why we keep in touch sometimes. In fact, I never know why. Why? can you tell me? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand I admit, I cancelled my appointment with the trainer today. I just wasn't feelin' it, I knew I shouldn't have agreed to Sunday at 11 am. But yeah, I rescheduled it for tomorrow so it's all cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/ash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random things: The episode of Ashlee Simpson on MOD is replaying as we speak, and damn does she look tore! She needs to seriously rethink her fucking outfits about 99.9% of the time. Also, she is so fake. She's all super smiley and "oooh boy wow I can't believe this many people came, wow, oh my gosh I'm so excited to be here!" BLAH BLAH BLAH Ashlee. She actually had the nerve to say she didn't know if she'd be a famous singer or sing in a bar. PLEASE bitch! Such blatant disregard for my intelligence. And there are definitely NOT as many people outside the Much Window as there usually are. There's maybe, 50? If a famous guest cohosts MOD they can pull like hundreds of people outside that window. I've been there before, I went once for Hanson. Yes I know. I know! I really liked them in high school OK? I'm over it now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, have you seen the new video for My Humps by none other than the Black Eyed Tranny's? Fergie looks like shit in it, as usual she's wearing the most un-sexy getup she could find to sing about being sexy in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113129475057546131?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113129475057546131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113129475057546131&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113129475057546131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113129475057546131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/ahhh-sundays.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113103070878594144</id><published>2005-11-03T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T07:11:48.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KANYE IS MOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/KanyeWestUMVD001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/KanyeWestUMVD001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kanye West is co-hosting MOD on November 9. I'll probably watch that shit just to see what he'll say. He seems like he's smarter than your average rapper but deep down he's a dumbass at heart. I still like him for now though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/PerezMOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/PerezMOD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night Leah was talking about her favourite celebrity gossip site that's ALWAYS up to date, and I fully expected her to say DListed, and that bitch talked up Perez! But, Perez posted this shit on his site, which makes me think he's now paying for on air adverts. What a fucker! I love MK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113103070878594144?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113103070878594144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113103070878594144&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113103070878594144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113103070878594144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/kanye-is-mod-kanye-west-is-co-hosting.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113102996916678223</id><published>2005-11-03T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T07:16:18.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CRAIG DAVID WANTS TO BANG SIENNA MILLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/rendezcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/rendezcd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This week's most charming &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pickup line&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;comes from Craig David, who hopes to score Sienna Miller off the rebound. "Call me, Sienna! Looks-wise, you're perfect." Now how can any woman resist that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;muchmusic.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113102996916678223?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113102996916678223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113102996916678223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113102996916678223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113102996916678223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/craig-david-wants-to-bang-sienna.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113102958577866843</id><published>2005-11-03T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T06:53:05.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/JT-bball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/JT-bball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lol, MuchMusic.com is becoming one of my new favourite websites. Too bad the actual TV channel is getting more MTV-like by the day. It's just not the same as when I was in grade school/high school. I miss Rick the Temp, Rachel, Master T and Bill. I miss Sook-Yin!! OMG I almost forgot her...anyway, this is what the site had to say about JT and Britney, I thought it was funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake defended Britney this week, urging people to "leave her alone" in response to those who posted photos of her baby online - after she decided not to release them. Britney looks at Kevin, looks at Justin, looks at Kevin, and then cries.&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/13677075-113102958577866843?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113102958577866843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113102958577866843&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113102958577866843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113102958577866843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/lol-muchmusic.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113099475542211957</id><published>2005-11-03T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:17:13.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/051026_spears_scoop_hmed.hmedium"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/051026_spears_scoop_hmed.hmedium" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;According to Much Music's Wednesday night edition of MOD, some of K-Fed's "music" has been leaked to the internet. The funniest shit was MOD's "Quote of the Day" which was from K-Fed's alleged song "Y'all Ain't Ready". The lyrics went something like "Y'all just jealous and you wish you was in my position cause you ain't never seen what i seen...cousin" or some shit like that. Just when you thought K-Fed getting denied at Blockbuster was the best shit you'd heard all day!! I'm waiting for either A) The Britney and KFed duet, or B) Britney's comeback song about her inevitable divorce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/tnail_ashleesimpson_video1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/tnail_ashleesimpson_video1.gif" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/tnail_ashleesimpson_video3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/tnail_ashleesimpson_video3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Tuesday was Ashlee Simpson's guest-hosting spot on MOD. I didn't see this shit but I guess this bitch got a cooking lesson from T.O. chef Tom Brodi, and talked about her new album and blah blah. She said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I’ve learned a lot of lessons in the last 12 months," she says. "I had a lot to write about on this album and I was honest with where I was at. I’ve really learned that even when you fall on your face, you have to just keep going and not look back. You can overcome obstacles in your life that you never thought you could."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This bitch needs to shut up about SNL already!  You still can't sing, you're still fugly and just because your label gave you enough money to make a second album doesn't make you brave! It makes you about 2.5 seconds away from your 15 being up biotch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113099475542211957?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113099475542211957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113099475542211957&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113099475542211957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113099475542211957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/according-to-much-musics-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113086382385134410</id><published>2005-11-01T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:50:23.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE RICHIE SCARES THE CRAP OUT OF ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This was one of the options for the cover of her book The Truth about Diamonds.  Thank fucking God they didn't choose this one!  She seriously just doesn't even look human sometimes.  She's like a Turbo Twiggy.  She's an alien.  I don't know.  She's scary but I still love her.  I can't wait to read that book!  It's probably shit though.&lt;br /&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/13677075-113086382385134410?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113086382385134410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113086382385134410&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113086382385134410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113086382385134410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/11/nicole-richie-scares-crap-out-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113081023024454928</id><published>2005-10-31T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:57:10.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/2444335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/2444335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't even tell you how stoked I am to see this movie. If it sucks someone's going to feel my wrath. Who's the director?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113081023024454928?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113081023024454928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113081023024454928&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113081023024454928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113081023024454928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cant-even-tell-you-how-stoked-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113080970876114272</id><published>2005-10-31T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:48:28.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/c4rb_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/c4rb_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; What do you guys think of these Dove ads?  Casting is coming to Toronto, I was thinking I'd go but really, I don't want to see myself in underwear plastered on billboards and in magazines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113080970876114272?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113080970876114272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113080970876114272&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113080970876114272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113080970876114272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-do-you-guys-think-of-these-dove.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113080933747953435</id><published>2005-10-31T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T18:01:28.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/2446331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/2446331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Hallowe'en everyone! I hope you have fun at whatever you're doing tonight. I got all my Hallowe'en partying out of me this weekend. Since I live in the country and my street doesn't even have street lamps let alone trick or treaters, I don't have the Hallowe'en vibe going on, but maybe you who live in actual towns do! Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Degrassi's on tonight and it's hot! Craig and Manny are hooking it up, JT is now some kind of television star on a kids program? Yeah I don't get that. But, uhm, apparently he is contemplating selling drugs because Liberty's preggers and he needs money to pay for that shit if she decides to keep the baby! JT, don't do it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;: JT stole Oxycontins from his job at Shoppers at the end of Degrassi and is fully going to sell that shit to help pay for his bébé with Liberty.  What an idiot.  Liberty is going to kick his skinny white ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.S. Don't tell me how SAW II is because I've heard it's fuckin SICK and really scary but I wanna see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113080933747953435?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113080933747953435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113080933747953435&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113080933747953435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113080933747953435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/boo-happy-halloween-everyone-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113080848468242762</id><published>2005-10-31T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:28:04.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I had a rather eventful weekend. It was quite fun. Friday night I ended up going to bed early only to be stirred from my sleep at 3 AM by some drunken loser banging on the door across the hall from my hotel room. Security finally came up after I - and others - complained. Finally, the guy got into the room, but proceeded to fight with the guy in the room who hadn't let him in previously. Again, I call security. Security tells them to shut the fuck up. They continue. Security comes up again - not my phone call this time - and evicts them, finally. So, I drift back to sleep having an early morning wake-up time the next day. Just as I'm about to fall asleep again, my phone rings. Who the hell is calling me at a hotel at 4 AM? The front desk, to tell me they've evicted the guys. Uhm, thanks. I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was nuts! It was like Mardi Gras downtown...just drunk costumed people everywhere. I wore a witch costume that Kam my lovely pregnant co worker lent me. So yeah, we went out and got drunkety drunk drunk and had great times. Met cute boys, danced, had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the time of year, but I've been feeling very spiritual lately. Not like, God spiritual. Canadians, I must say, aren't a very religious bunch. We just don't have the same religious values in our politics and culture. We're more like liberal stoners. As such, "Who am I?" and "What am I meant to do with my life?" type questions plague me on a daily basis. I know this isn't a bad thing, some people never ponder those things and simply don't care about the answers. Some never know that there are even questions to be asked. I've always been a person who lives in my head and is constantly analyzing things. So, today I'm watching Oprah and god do I love Oprah! I don't care that a lot of people hate on her. She's the queen of the world. What she says goes, man. She could bottle her own sweat and sell it as perfume and people would buy it. She is gospel. The show was about women who let abuse basically erode them and make them feel unworthy. As a result, they numb themselves and let themselves go. I know how that feels. I have suffered abuse. I had a traumatic experience when I was four years old that has made me feel a lingering sense that I don't belong in the same world as everyone else ever since. And yet, I know that I do deserve to have everything that I want. It's a matter of knowing that you didn't deserve the wrong that was done to you, and not inflicting it on yourself. Sorry, this is kind of a heavy post I know, but that's me. Sometimes light, sometimes heavy. So I guess that's one part of who I am: Crazy and loud and talkative and funny, but also very sensitive and sometimes overly thoughtful and obsessive. &lt;strong&gt;Who are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side note&lt;/strong&gt;:  Robbie Williams song "Tripping" off his new album sucks.  a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113080848468242762?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113080848468242762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113080848468242762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113080848468242762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113080848468242762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-i-had-rather-eventful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113052435015889055</id><published>2005-10-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:32:30.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/46705592.Detroit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/46705592.Detroit1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well guys, I'm going away again for a few days, so have a great weekend and I'll see you when I return. I'm headed to Windsor, which is right over the border at Detroit, Michigan. Detroit is some scary shit! But yeah it'll be fun. Have fun Hallowe'en parties if that's what you're doing! xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113052435015889055?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113052435015889055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113052435015889055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113052435015889055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113052435015889055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-guys-im-going-away-again-for-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113052196442902248</id><published>2005-10-28T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:52:44.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/dominic_lilly_walk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/dominic_lilly_walk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How did Evangeline Lilly even get on television? I don't get it. Her only claim to fame before that was some crap ad for phone dating. I don't get it. She's from Fort Saskatchewan, Alberta. That's practically fucking Siberia compared to Hollywood. How do these bitches do it?! And when they do it, why the hell can't they date someone who doesn't resemble Nixon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113052196442902248?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113052196442902248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113052196442902248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113052196442902248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113052196442902248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-did-evangeline-lilly-even-get-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113052143206634109</id><published>2005-10-28T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:43:52.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/eu2fmd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/eu2fmd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that MK already posted this and it's old news but I just have one question: Do they think we won't know? Do they think they will be the one celebrity to avoid the wrath of public judgment? Or, do they think the razzi might NOT get that embarassing shot of their lips healing? What DO they think?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113052143206634109?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113052143206634109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113052143206634109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113052143206634109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113052143206634109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-know-that-mk-already-posted-this-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113043437205111971</id><published>2005-10-27T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:32:52.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/jameswhite61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/jameswhite61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This bitch is co-hosting Much On Demand (kinda like TRL for Canada) on November 1.  What's that?  Tuesday?  Fuck I better make a note not to watch.  Not that I ever watch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading People magazine last night and they fuckn gave her new album 2.5 stars!  And they didn't rip her to shreds in the review!  They were like "this is the best stuff she's put out and it's brave of her to make a 2nd album after the SNL incident"  Why do people keep talking about her like she's Marie Antoinette?  She's a manufactured pop singer who has millions of dollars and no talent!  How brave.  I'd be putting out another album too if my 15 minutes weren't up yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113043437205111971?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113043437205111971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113043437205111971&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113043437205111971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113043437205111971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-bitch-is-co-hosting-much-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113020153824443297</id><published>2005-10-24T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:52:18.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.muchmusic.com"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/feature-launch-vjs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my god bitches I totally want to try out for this shit! But I am such a baby! I'd make a killer VJ, I think! Plus, hair makeup and wardrobe people could fix the rest. Damn I'd be like the Jennifer Aniston of VJ's. Loves it! But yeah I can't wait for this show to start! Click the photo for more info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113020153824443297?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113020153824443297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113020153824443297&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113020153824443297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113020153824443297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-my-god-bitches-i-totally-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113018391179359580</id><published>2005-10-24T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:58:31.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE ISN'T FAIR, WHEN YOU'RE STUCK IN A CHAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/1031_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/1031_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well Degrassi is on tonight!  I love Mondays.  Apparently tonight's episode is mostly about Jimmy and how he's throwing his life away since he got shot and stuck in a wheelchair.  Whatever.  I want to see more of Craig and Manny getting their freak on!  Jimmy's kinda hot though.  CTV 8:30 ET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113018391179359580?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113018391179359580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113018391179359580&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113018391179359580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113018391179359580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-isnt-fair-when-youre-stuck-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113010062995216789</id><published>2005-10-23T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:50:29.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/249612~Michael-Vartan-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/249612%7EMichael-Vartan-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Words defy this man's hotness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113010062995216789?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113010062995216789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113010062995216789&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113010062995216789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113010062995216789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/words-defy-this-mans-hotness.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113004260811256726</id><published>2005-10-23T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:43:28.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/bill_hader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/bill_hader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you guys seen the new SNL cast members? Bill Hader and Andy Samberg were totally hired to fill in the "cute guy" gap since Jimmy Fallon left. Some people dislike Jimmy Fallon but I thought he was hot. And I think these two are both pretty cute as well. Bill - &lt;strong&gt;top photo&lt;/strong&gt; - reminds me of a culmination of like 3 boys I know - yes Josh and Noah Krussell are two of them Emily!  Andy is just a goof. I like them so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/andy_samberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/andy_samberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113004260811256726?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113004260811256726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113004260811256726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113004260811256726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113004260811256726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/have-you-guys-seen-new-snl-cast.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113003462023453705</id><published>2005-10-23T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:18:47.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Boo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok seriously, I'm starting to feel like a crazy person. I think I'm just somewhat stressed out lately over crap. Tonight was my mom's birthday dinner and as per usual it ended badly. I don't want to point the finger here, but I am seriously worried about my brother. He's just so negative and I fear that he will go through his whole life that way and constantly make things harder than they have to be. My parents are totally redoing his kitchen as a wedding present and you should see how he acts when they try to bring up making plans for it. Like it's a nuisance. It was just so annoying, and lately it's been happening far too often that his negativity is ruining the relationship we all have with him. I'm bummed out about it. It's a lot longer story than that I just don't feel like re-hashing it in my blog. But yeah. Things are...not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend did come by, and she was very very upset about her grandfather, who is currently dying of cancer.  We had a nice long chat about our current woes, and all was well.  I know things have been really hard on her, and I want to be there for her and be an understanding friend.  My issues can wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113003462023453705?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113003462023453705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113003462023453705&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113003462023453705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113003462023453705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-seriously-im-starting-to-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-113002852292032056</id><published>2005-10-22T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T17:59:19.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;KIDS IN AMERICA PREMIERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicole and her collarbones dressed up for the premiere of Kids in America. Gotta say, she looks hot. She IS hot. Designers must be clamoring to dress this bitch because she always has the best dresses for events. I guess it's easy when you're the same size as the hanger! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But what I wanna know is, how come you never see her wearing jeans anymore? She's morphine into Mary-Kate with her friggin Value Village old lady dress addiction. Look how hot she looks in jeans! Not to mention before the lack of food started claiming her hairline. She really should have stopped losing weight there. And I know it's, like, totally unhealthy but NR's new nose totally makes me want a nose job. I have a bulb! Ugh I am in a feeling ugly phase!  Maybe it's all the celebrities I'm constantly seeing everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-113002852292032056?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/113002852292032056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=113002852292032056&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113002852292032056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/113002852292032056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/kids-in-america-premiere-nicole-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112993831518486511</id><published>2005-10-21T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:45:15.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/Mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/Mum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my mum.  She's totally hot.  She's 55 today.  I look nothing like her.  I wish I had a better picture of her, this one is cut because I'm a drunk fuck in it and I look shitty.  It was taken well into my grad shindig, and well, we all know how well those photos turned out.  Crap I shouldn't cuss in her birthday wish.  I love you mum!&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/13677075-112993831518486511?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112993831518486511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112993831518486511&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112993831518486511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112993831518486511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-mum-this-is-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112993771756184378</id><published>2005-10-21T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:26:55.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOWNLOAD THIS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/image07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/image07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parting Gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I opened my eyes while you were kissing me once&lt;br /&gt;more than once; and you looked as sincere as a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as sincere as a dog does&lt;br /&gt;when it's the food on your lips with which it's in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you could never tell&lt;br /&gt;that I knew you didn't know me that well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my fault you see, you never learned that much from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you silly, stupid pastime of mine.&lt;br /&gt;You were always good for a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the first to the last time&lt;br /&gt;The sign said Stop&lt;br /&gt;but we went on wholehearted&lt;br /&gt;It ended bad but I love where we started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said stop but we went on wholehearted&lt;br /&gt;It ended bad but I love where we started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off my glasses while you were yelling at me once&lt;br /&gt;more than once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as not to see you see me react&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda put 'em, shoulda put 'em on again&lt;br /&gt;So I could see you see me sincerely yelling back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet your fortressed face, belied your fort of lace&lt;br /&gt;It is by the Grace of me you never learned what I could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you silly, stupid pastime of mine.&lt;br /&gt;You were always good for a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the first to all the last times&lt;br /&gt;All the signs said Stop&lt;br /&gt;But we went on wholehearted&lt;br /&gt;It ended bad but I love where we started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said Stop but we went on wholehearted&lt;br /&gt;It ended bad but I love where we started&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/13677075-112993771756184378?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112993771756184378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112993771756184378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112993771756184378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112993771756184378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/download-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112992855551772769</id><published>2005-10-21T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:02:35.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAVERY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/MyBday31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/MyBday31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well it was my friend Lavery's birthday on Wednesday and what a time we had! As you can see, we all had great fun. Lavery got made out with a lot. You drunken bastard! I loved it. Good times had by all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/MyBday25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/MyBday25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/MyBday52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/MyBday52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112992855551772769?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112992855551772769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112992855551772769&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112992855551772769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112992855551772769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-lavery-well-it-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112986572301640431</id><published>2005-10-20T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:35:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/prussian_blue_interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/prussian_blue_interview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my god you guys, I was seriously shocked when I caught this shit on PrimeTime tonight. These twins - ironically, named Lamb and Lynx after...famous strippers? maybe? - are 12 year old identical twin sisters that write and sing songs. Awww, cute, right? WRONG. These bitches are total white supremacists! They sing about loving Hitler, and when asked on PrimeTime about Hitler they said the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"He was a great man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"He had some really good ideas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Interviewer: "He murdered 6 million Jews"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Racist 12 year olds: "That's an exaggeration. I don't believe there were that many Jews alive back then".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh NO she didn't! Ok look, I am sensitive to racism because I myself am of mixed race but I'm not an idiot. I know racism exists. Sometimes in small ways I catch myself being prejudice. I'm by no means saying I'm racist, but you know how it is. You have ideas based on stereotypes that are unavoidable. But this is a bit MUCH. Seriously, I thought the only people who praised Hitler anymore were Grand Pubahs or whatever in the KKK. 12 year olds?! I can't even think of what to say about this. It speaks for itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, you know what's hot? Apparently the Hitler Twins (has a nice ring to it, no?  Kind of like the Olsen twins) made up some care boxes for victims of Hurricane Katrina and inside they put messages of how they only wanted the boxes to go to white people and white power and blah blah, and not one white person in Mississippi where the boxes went took it. Amen bitches! Even in their time of need they declined that shit. I love that! Thank god some people still have it in them to stand up for what's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112986572301640431?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112986572301640431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112986572301640431&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112986572301640431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112986572301640431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-my-god-you-guys-i-was-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112986316720115434</id><published>2005-10-20T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:52:47.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GETTING MY FIX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to see new pictures of Nicole Richie on a regular basis.  Seriously, my head would like explode if I didn't know what she was doing/snorting/wearing/drinking/not eating every single day.  I'm starting to believe the following about what it takes to become the new It Girl in your own world:  fugly boots*, a big bag, even bigger sunglasses, jutting collar and breast bones, a gigantic coffee and/or heavily caffeinated beverage, and clothes that defy the amount of money you actually posess.  Is that all?  I think I've got it covered, then.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*I, too, own several pairs of boots that attract all types of "opinions", and in no way am I judging the girl for wearing them.  I love my so-last-season mukluk boots and everyone at a certain workplace that shall remain nameless who chooses to make fun of them everytime I wear them can sod off because they're hot.  THEY ARE TOO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112986316720115434?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112986316720115434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112986316720115434&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112986316720115434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112986316720115434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/getting-my-fix.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112981930868921267</id><published>2005-10-20T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:45:46.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/clinton3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/clinton3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, Bill Clinton just ended his tour of Canada and I gotta say, the Canadians were lovin' the Billster. I love Clinton. He was a hot President who should have stayed in office. Seriously, he was impeached for getting a hummer. I think it goes without saying that Bush has done much, much worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some highlights from Clinton's speech in Toronto, via CTV.ca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Former U.S. president Bill Clinton said he sympathized with Canada's position in the long-standing softwood lumber dispute and expressed support for Prime Minister Paul Martin's tough stand on the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"In view of the American position, I don't see how your prime minister can be anything but really publicly very tough on this. I don't think he's got an option," Clinton said, implicitly criticizing Washington's refusal to abide by a NAFTA ruling.&lt;br /&gt;Addressing a sold-out crowd of nearly 4,000 in London, Ont., Clinton received a standing ovation after holding forth on multilateralism, globalization, global warming, AIDS, the tsunami and hurricane relief, his wife's political career, his differences with President George W. Bush and his affection for Bush's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the former president's strongest comments were reserved for the current Canada-U.S. dispute over softwood lumber.&lt;br /&gt;"You've lost some jobs out of this, and a fair amount of money, a few billion dollars," he added.&lt;br /&gt;"If I were the Canadian prime minister, that's what I'd say."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill Clinton, you're hot and Canada loves a good rim job just as much as you. We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some cheesy Clinton jokes for your gander:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What does Bill say to Hillary after sex? --I'll be home in twenty minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does Bill Clinton wear underwear? --To keep his ankles warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Realization of from another White House intern . . . --And all that time I thought that humming was the shredder! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why was Monica Lewinsky in the White House after hours? --Clinton was showing her the proper way to take "dic"tation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What was President Clinton's explanation for having oral sex with Monica Lewinsky? --"They told me she was the "head" intern!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the recipe for Clinton stew? --A small weenie in hot water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do Monica and Bill Clinon have most in common? --They're both going down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone ask Clinton if he was going back to Arkansas after this is all over. --He said he thought he would stay in D.C. and poke around for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does Bill drink so much coffee? --He is required to "stay up" for many hours to satisfy the needs of his staff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How did Clinton exercise his position as Commander-in-Chief? --By barking out orders . . . like "Get Under the Desk!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't feel sorry for Monica...... --She'll be back "on her knees" in no time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did Bill get into this problem? --He didn't know that harass was one word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clinton Presidential Anthem -- --Kneel to the Chief &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the difference between Watergate and Zippergate? --At least this time, there's no doubt about the identity of "Deep Throat." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did Monica Lewinsky accept an offer to work on the White House staff? --She didn't understand know what STAFF he really meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who's going to score first in the Super Bowl? --The Denver Broncos or the Green Bay Packers? Bill Clinton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's Hillary's new nickname for Bill's penis? --"The Titanic" - because over 1500 interns went down on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is Clinton's new Secret Service Code Name? --Unibanger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How does Hillary feel? --She may be the FIRST LADY, but she won't be the LAST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What advice did Yasar Arafat give President Clinton in their meeting on January 22, 1998? --"Bill....Goats don't talk!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112981930868921267?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112981930868921267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112981930868921267&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112981930868921267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112981930868921267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-bill-clinton-just-ended-his-tour.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112981736779520623</id><published>2005-10-20T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:09:27.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BITTERSWEET ANNIVERSARY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/26996900_02776a4b6b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/26996900_02776a4b6b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three years ago October 18, I left my childhood home for a new home in the Fleet, or Wainfleet as it's actually called.  I was sad to leave my old home but our new house is hot!  I love living in the country, I'm a hick at heart.  But, October 18 is also a far less cheery anniversary for some.  On October 18, 2002 three teenagers were killed on Thorold Rd. in Welland, ON (the location of said childhood home) after a car speeding in the rain lost control and slammed into a tree, pinning two and throwing another one.  All of the kids were killed and so was the driver.  He wasn't drunk.  He was just speeding.  Being the sentimental schmuck I am I like the idea that I could tell the story so that maybe people will think twice before driving like complete assholes.  It's not worth it to kill someone else or yourself in such a senseless way.  These kids were on their way to the store on a Friday night probably to buy candy or something, ok maybe a pack of Zig Zag's and some smokes but whatever, they were enjoying their weekend and having fun and then they were killed.  I think of them sometimes when I'm in my car, late for work, and trying to get there even faster.  It's just, not, worth it.  Think about it people!  If you're from a small town like me where everyone knows everyone, you know how horrible tragedies like that are especially.  So, just think about it.  Thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112981736779520623?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112981736779520623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112981736779520623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112981736779520623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112981736779520623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/bittersweet-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112950991391302544</id><published>2005-10-16T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:45:13.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/cob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/cob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeeeeaaahhh....this movie?  Sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw it last night.  It was all Saggy breasts and baby teeth and completely obnoxious, pretentious conversations.  Oh, and did I mention Kiki's bad mullet-esque hair extensions?  No?  Because they were bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well guys, I thought I'd let you know in advance I'm going away for a few days.  I won't be back until Tuesday night.  Just family crap to do.  So I'll see you when I get back!  Love you bitches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112950991391302544?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112950991391302544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112950991391302544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112950991391302544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112950991391302544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeeeeaaahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112941923395914762</id><published>2005-10-15T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:33:53.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LESSONS FROM CANADA: PART DEUX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/20040628-billytalent1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/20040628-billytalent1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Billy Talent. A pretty good band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/live_02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/live_02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;NOT a good band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112941923395914762?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112941923395914762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112941923395914762&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112941923395914762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112941923395914762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/lessons-from-canada-part-deux.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112941844194898894</id><published>2005-10-15T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:20:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/allthekids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/allthekids1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen you post-hungry bitches! I'm not just, like, your little post monkey that posts things for your enjoyment!  Wait...I guess that is what I try to do.  Ok FINE!  ;)  Well, I have nothing that interesting to say today.  I have been kind of a wretched bitch lately and see no signs of that clearing up.  Sometimes, it's well deserved, sometimes not.  I tend to function on two planes: letting people walk all over me, or seeming like an inflexible turbo bitch to avoid it.  Which is worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, last night after an irritating day I went out for pumpkin ale at The Merchant Ale house.  But, apparently it wasn't fermented yet!  Blasted!  I settled for a few glasses of Pinot Grigio instead.  I saw the ex.  We spent some time together.  I actually had fun with him, despite the sometimes volatile emotions between us.  He shaved his beard though and left a moustache - he's an eccentric guy, what can I say - and kind of looks like a 70's porn star with the stache.  But he was all cute with his brown sports jacket and black slacks and Chuck Taylor's and porn star stache.  We - Forrest and I - ended up venturing to the Mansion House, a bar we used to frequent A LOT with our friends when we were dating. This picture reminds me of those times - though Forrest isn't in the picture.  It was really weird to be there again, it was the scene of so many crimes.  Times we drank too much, and times we took too much for granted.  I remember after Forrest left for Katimavik, our friends and I would go there and bang beers on the table in his honour.  And then, things changed.  I guess he was gone too long, and we thought he'd never return?  I don't know, but that Autumn at the Mansion House was the end of an era.  Things were never the same after that.  It was one of those moments in time when you have no cares and everything is a big party, and then reality hits you and you always look back fondly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhm anyway enough about that.  This morning, I went to the trainer's.  He made me do some CRAZY shit.  He has me doing these step up things as fast as I can, and I hate them they're one of my least favourite drills but he made me do 100 reps.  It was sick.  I wanted to die.  More than once I think I told him I hated him.  But it felt good to accomplish it.  Although, despite all I still feel totally gross today.  It was sunny this morning but then took a windy/cold turn and I felt like I couldn't get the cold out of my bones since my mother left the windows open.  I slept much of the afternoon only to wake to my mother's bad mood.  I dread when she gets busy at work, because you can never fully trust that she won't bite your head off and eat it for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it could be worse?  I could be...Michael Jackson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112941844194898894?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112941844194898894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112941844194898894&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112941844194898894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112941844194898894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/listen-you-post-hungry-bitches-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112926211622217917</id><published>2005-10-13T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:56:35.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Degrassi: The Next Generation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/2139_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/2139_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;K any of you bitches that don't like this show can just suck it up for me for one second! I love Degrassi. I loved the original Degrassi and I love the next generation even more! This shit is so hot. Where we I even begin for people who haven't seen it? Ok, Emma the main character is the bastard child of one of the characters on the original series - Spike. So, the show kind of centers around her and her slutty good-girl-gone-bad best friend Manny (Manny highlights: slept with Craig when he had a girlfriend. Got drunk and showed her tits to the principal's son while he videotaped her. Tried to get breast implants with the money she made acting in a Kevin Smith film - he was on the show in a two part season finale last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/2161_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/2161_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/2161_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But in true Degrassi style there are about 800 "main" characters. MK you'd totally love Marco! He's played by Adamo Ruggiero and he's a totally hot gay guy on the show who claims not to be gay in real life but totally is! What a queen! He's a total giver.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was dating Paige's brother Dylan for a while but I guess Dylan went off to University and dumped Marco's hot gay ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/1985_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/2144_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there's Craig. I love Craig. He's hot, he's in a band, he has bipolar disorder and acts like a fuckin chooch half the time! But did I mention he's kinda hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/2158_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/2158_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok then there's Ellie...she dated Marco but then he realized he was a big gay queen and dumped her ass. Then she proceeded to become a cutter which we later find out is because her mother is a drunk fuck. Then she dates Sean who is like the token badass on Degrassi - he steals and talks in ebonix. That's BAD people. BAD. But then it was like this season there was no mention of her and Sean and all of a sudden she was single and in love with Craig who got dumped by Ashley long distance. Man I can't even keep this shit straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/1921_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/1921_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhm If there's one character I can't stand it's Paige. She reminds me of Hohan. She's a total bitch. She's supposed to be the Most Popular Girl or something, but she's totally fugly! Like on what planet is this bitch considered pretty? The best Paige moment is when she and Alex smoked a joint at school and when they got high they actually LOOKED high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/2137_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/2137_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashley - this bitch used to be all preppy and she dated Jimmy who is also really hot before he got shot and ended up in a wheelchair. Then she went all goth and weird. Then she dated Craig but he cheated on her with Manny then they got back together and broke up again because Craig was a whackjob. She's a skank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/1996_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/1996_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are too many bloody characters! This show is hot. I won't hear of anything else. IT'S A GOOD SHOW DAMNIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112926211622217917?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112926211622217917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112926211622217917&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112926211622217917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112926211622217917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/degrassi-next-generation-k-any-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112925925447755189</id><published>2005-10-13T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:09:20.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/1883457355723112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: engadget.com. click the photo. i suck at anything HTML related. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, I wouldn't have believed this shit if I haven't read it online. Because, y'know, everything you read online is true. Wait, it isn't? WHAT THE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, sometimes we lose things here and there — a key, the toll slip on the interstate (damn!), our wallet (double damn!). But the U.S. military — they’ve one-upped us by losing some armed attack dolphins. Apparently 36 of the U.S. Navy’s trained cetaceans have gone missing in the Gulf of Mexico, could be wearing special harnesses carrying “toxic dart” guns (can’t be good), and have been trained to shoot at divers in wetsuits simulating terrorists in exercises. Their coastal compound was breached during Hurricane Katrina, sweeping many of the mammals out to sea, and though the Navy isn’t confirming it, sources close to naval intelligence confirm that perhaps now is not the time to take that underwater pleasure diving excursion in the Gulf — not that it’s exactly the place to be, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112925925447755189?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112925925447755189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112925925447755189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112925925447755189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112925925447755189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/source-engadget.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112925809658514758</id><published>2005-10-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:50:13.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You may not have stolen my boyfriend buuuttt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/mtvtrl-asimps181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/mtvtrl-asimps181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still hate you. I hate your new song. I hate that song so much I want to cut myself when I hear it just to make sure I'm still alive and not somehow misplaced at the fiery gates of hell. I hate that she cops out and claims the song isn't about Hohan and Wilmer. I hate how she throws together things that don't even look like clothing garments to try and look "rock and roll". I hate the way she dances when she sings. I hate that she actually sounds like a 65 year old lifetime smoker when she sings instead of a singer. I hate Ashlee Simpson. WHY GOD WHY is Ashlee Simpson famous? Have I done something to anger you? It's the only viable explanation for the phenomenon that is the youngest Simpson sister. /end Rant.  Oh yeah!  I forgot...that dude is Canadian.  He won a contest on MuchMusic and became a VJ for about 2 seconds until he seemingly fell off the face of the earth and showed up again in the States.  Meh.  Enjoy him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112925809658514758?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112925809658514758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112925809658514758&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112925809658514758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112925809658514758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-may-not-have-stolen-my-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112899390439630713</id><published>2005-10-10T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:25:04.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIGS GONE WILD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/beating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/beating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By now I'm sure I'm not the only one disgusted and outraged by this tape. CNN has pretty much been looping this shit all day. I couldn't even watch the tape, it was so bad. I'm not one for violence anyway, but this was particularly disturbing. First of all, if this guy was drunk, what could he have possibly done to warrant a public beatdown? And second, he is 64 years old! Short of busting out a gun and shooting at the cops, what threatening thing could he have even done?! And hell, if he was drunk AND 64, the guy probably didn't even fucking know his own name! What a joke. This does not provide me with comforting thoughts about the people protecting me. In fact, I've never met a cop who wasn't a total prick. I know that's an extreme opinion but show me one who isn't a power tripping douchebag and I'll change my tune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112899390439630713?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112899390439630713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112899390439630713&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112899390439630713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112899390439630713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/pigs-gone-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112899320977366475</id><published>2005-10-10T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:13:29.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/interviewpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/interviewpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it wrong to love you? I could be the Demi to his Ashton. Mother, may I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112899320977366475?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112899320977366475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112899320977366475&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112899320977366475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112899320977366475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-it-wrong-to-love-you-i-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112899275142598059</id><published>2005-10-10T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:10:19.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just who else could this bony lifeless bangled arm belong to?.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Darling, Karen Carpenter called. She wants her shtick back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112899275142598059?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112899275142598059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112899275142598059&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112899275142598059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112899275142598059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-who-else-could-this-bony-lifeless.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112897729543210487</id><published>2005-10-10T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:48:15.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LESSONS FROM CANADA: Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/turkey_and_babies1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Thanksgiving in Canada today! Now, I know that in America thanksgiving is toward the end of November. This is because of the differing harvests in Canada and the United States. That's all! No other reason. We didn't just want to be different. Our veggies just taste better this time of year. By November the ground is hard as a rock and snow is coming! Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/20040705-tragicallyhip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/20040705-tragicallyhip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gord Downie. Now, I know some Americans have heard of him but I think the Tragically Hip only had one single that was really played in the U.S. - ironically, I think it would be somewhat inappropriate now since it goes "New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don't wanna swim" - but Gord Downie is definitely one of the most famous musicians in Canada. I love him. He and the rest of the Hip still live in Kingston, ON (home of another Canadian institution - Queen's University, kind of like the Harvard of the north). Anyway, if you're into the Hip check out their albums or also pick up Battle of the Nudes by Gord Downie, it's an awesome solo album and I love love love this man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oops...more to come, but right now, Thanksgiving dinner is ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112897729543210487?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112897729543210487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112897729543210487&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112897729543210487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112897729543210487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/lessons-from-canada-part-i-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112891776892807789</id><published>2005-10-10T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:16:08.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is it about these two that make me feel as if their "love" and "marriage" are less than "genuine"? I just can't put my "finger" on it. Maybe it's that "Britney" and "KFed" - if those are in fact their real names - are constantly plastering their shit all over the internet and requesting doll representations of their new baby less than a month after his birth. Do kids even want to play with Britney dolls anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112891776892807789?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112891776892807789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112891776892807789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112891776892807789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112891776892807789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-is-it-about-these-two-that-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112891661823115685</id><published>2005-10-09T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:56:58.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;MK I don't mean to rip you off but HELL NO!!! She's already showing, that means she has to be nearly 4 months pregnant. She got pregnant in JULY?! That means she had been dating him for what? 3 months? Ok I get that Hollywood is different than the real world, but where I come from if you're pregnant with a man's baby 3 months into a relationship and only a few months after dumping your fiancée/boyfriend of 5 years, you're a straight up HO!  I wonder what her family is thinking?  I know what they're thinking..."Lord don't let this baby have Tom's snaggleteeth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112891661823115685?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112891661823115685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112891661823115685&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112891661823115685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112891661823115685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/mk-i-dont-mean-to-rip-you-off-but-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112881474603341270</id><published>2005-10-08T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:39:06.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/1600/IMG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/IMG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The poet James Frost once said "The world, some say, will end by fire; some say by ice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, Frost left out Hurricanes, Earthquakes, and Tsunamis. Seriously, can a month go by without the earth's crust cracking, the seas parting or the skies falling? I really don't think you can attribute all of this to global warming. I think it's some kind of godly force trying to tell Britney never to reproduce again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously, though, I feel really sorry for everyone involved in any kind of natural disaster taken place in the last, say, 9 months to a year. I remember one time when I was in the 11th grade, I was lying in my bedroom at our old house in Welland. I was lying on the floor with my head leaning on a blow-up chair (it was 1998 people.). All of a sudden, my fishtank started shaking and then the entire room, and the house. My mom and I were the only ones home but we totally shat ourselves wondering what was going on. It turned out a 5-point-something earthquake had started in Ohio and we were feeling the tip of it (Welland Ontario is, say, a 5 hour drive from Ohio). I remember thinking it was kind of cool because I was stupid and 15 and things like that never happened in Southern Ontario. Now, I know better. Natural disasters are the most random and unstoppable forces we can encounter, I guess. I'd almost rather die at someone's hand than the hand of Mother Nature, because at least then I'd have someone to be mad at. Knock on wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while bitches! I missed you! I have had the most horrible week, and I guess I didn't want to burden you with my girlish bitching. But, it's my blog and I'll tell you what happened. So, Tuesday I'm driving home from work and as I'm going up the giant hill on Victoria Avenue in Vineland (Ontario wine country), Tulip the green ford focus starts chugging and sputtering and can't even make it past 40 KM/hr....Anyway she finally breaks down. I curse and try to get my cell to work to no avail, but eventually she starts again. So, I go a few more Kilometres before she breaks the shit down again! Some crusty old man whose teeth hadn't seen a brush in what I can only guess is at least 7 years, stops by to (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rape and kill)&lt;/span&gt; help me. He tells me what the problem is and says to drive it home since I was only a few kilometres from home at that point. So I drive home, then later take it to the garage and tell him what Crusty Dinosaur said was wrong with it. Mechanic gives me a song and fucking dance and tells me it needs this that and the other. He charges me $430 that I don't have for the repairs, and I happily take Tulip back on Thursday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After work Thursday, I had to go to the gym to meet with the nutritionist and then the trainer, and what the hell happens? It breaks down AGAIN - same exact way! I wanted to throw myself under a bus and hope for the best. It was horrible. I had to cancel my training for the week (my trainer probably thinks I'm one of those pathetic people who can't make it past a month!), got no sleep, and the worst part is everyone's gone away for Thanksgiving and I can't even complain to my friends! Emily, god love her, is having sex with her long distance boyfriend who is now home for Turkey day which only makes me more pissed off from envy! Sigh. I digress. My car won't be fixed until after the holiday, and I think the part that is ACTUALLY broken is under warranty so maybe I won't have to pay any more money. Maybe I never had to pay money to begin with. I don't know, but I am a friggin' baby and I can't handle all this stress! Thank the baby jesus it's almost over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The light at the end of the tunnel is that: Katie Holmes is pregnant with Tom Cruise's alien child. All is right with the Scientological world. Chestica and Nick are/aren't breaking up? Who cares, Nick should dump her ass before she has the chance to make it look like it's her choice! And dump her unceremoniously! But the best news of the week is a tie for: Hohan's near death by car, and the rumour I just heard today that Brit Brit and KFed are over?!?! Does anyone know if there is truth to this?! Oh god I would have a party at that divorce's expense. Fuck ya! Ok bitches again I'm sorry and I shant miss a week again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112881474603341270?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112881474603341270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112881474603341270&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112881474603341270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112881474603341270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/10/poet-james-frost-once-said-world-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112805337886720462</id><published>2005-09-30T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:09:38.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it Friday already? You know something is seriously wrong when yesterday feels like Monday and you can barely remember September beginning let alone coming to an end.  Time is flying.  I am completely exhausted after the week i've had.  i feel drained.  thank god tomorrow night my parents are going to my uncle's new restaurant for dinner.  my uncle was believed to be in the big house, but apparently he's been using his time to...start up a business?  it's a mystery.  but anyway, yes thank god i will have alone time for at least a little while.  i am feeling an anti social week coming on, what with all the running around i've been doing.  sometimes, simplicity is key.  on a gross note:  i have been waking up to wolf spiders (yes, keith, you were right.) in my basement every single morning.  in my door way. in my bathroom mat.  in the hallway.  it's absolutely disgusting.  they're huge, i like to refer to them as black widows.  to top it off, it seems that 3 AM is the magic "wake up and toss and turn for 4 hours" hour, and if anyone saw the exorcism of emily rose they know how 3 AM wakeups can scare the bejesus out of you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;things i currently need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;gold ballet flats from payless. DEEE-lish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to drink more water, i've been neglecting my favourite habit as of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a full day of wearing PJ's and not getting out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;new jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;goodnight all.  the degrassi post is still coming, i'm just laaaazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112805337886720462?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112805337886720462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112805337886720462&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112805337886720462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112805337886720462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-it-friday-already-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13677075.post-112802133089201548</id><published>2005-09-29T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:15:30.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.junk-feud.com/archives/pixie-mixie-is-at-it-again-blind-item/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/860/1212/320/cokeisdj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Check THIS out! I guess little Ms. Richie is Pixie Mixie afterall...and someone on the site cleverly points out that the names for the blind item characters correspond with their real names: Pixie Mixie: Nicole Richie....Morgan Mayhem: Lindsay Lohan...Ham Drum: DJ AM. Gotta say, looks like the rumours are true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Click the pic for more gossip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13677075-112802133089201548?l=finecherrywine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/feeds/112802133089201548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13677075&amp;postID=112802133089201548&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112802133089201548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13677075/posts/default/112802133089201548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finecherrywine.blogspot.com/2005/09/check-this-out-i-guess-little-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611458191550764205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/84/6397/640/Image018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
