<?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-3568442</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:38:14.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me.</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings.  Take them to heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>864</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-7545068409691550703</id><published>2008-10-24T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:59:09.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>potato soup</title><summary type='text'>So I'm making potato celery soup for the first time.  I think I put too much dill weed in it.  We'll see though.  I tried to even it out with potatoes and pepper.  I wanted celery to be the main ingredient but decided potatoes would take the cake.I'm kind of looking for some guys but that's not going to happen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/7545068409691550703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/7545068409691550703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/10/potato-soup.html' title='potato soup'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-4832938458461703638</id><published>2008-10-10T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:09:27.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate canvassing.</title><summary type='text'>I have been a canvass director since the first week in March. I don't want to knock on another door, talk to another person, or ask a single soul for money in support of any organization.  Not face to face at least.  I understand the importance of canvassing for groups but it's not for me.  It's outrageous. Took me long enough to realize and alothough I love being oustide, talking to people, it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/4832938458461703638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/4832938458461703638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-canvassing.html' title='I hate canvassing.'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-6359746238518136292</id><published>2008-09-29T00:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:32:43.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sucks</title><summary type='text'>It happens again.  Crazy how things repeat themselves."stay away from the letter J".I seem to have done it again.  This time I thought something would come out of it- how many times can you really stay away?  I know I am not using my better judgement to trust a psychic but she it seems to hold true.  People have to learn the hard way I guess.Age.  I guess age is something more than a number.  At </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6359746238518136292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6359746238518136292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-sucks.html' title='Life Sucks'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-5236781661932540546</id><published>2008-09-24T01:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:19:56.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't pick a place to start.I'm pseudo kind of seeing someone.  We haven't had sex.  Haha.  Usually, those two sentences would never go in the same paragraph but since I've been going steady without since October 30 it's not really much to not have sex anymore.  I don't crave it.I do like said person though I'm not sure if he likes me back/how invested I can be in something.  of course I always</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/5236781661932540546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/5236781661932540546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-pick-place-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-7977714722893578638</id><published>2008-08-17T01:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:26:07.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><summary type='text'>I want to vomit.Probably because I ate too many of the cookies I baked but something tells me otherwise.  Fuck.  I want to write somthing but it's not coming.  I have too many thoughts going through my head and I can't seem to get them out the way I want to them to sound.  I'm sitting in my new apartment after coming back from having a frink and two games of pool with David, my boss.  I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/7977714722893578638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/7977714722893578638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-3939138141562564942</id><published>2008-05-28T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:38:24.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming my Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Christopher had quite some dreams last night.I was in a hosptial room last night- an older one with wooden panels, a dilevery room.  On the bed was a woman who was giving birth and having complications.  I don't quite think it was my child being delivered but it very well could have been.  The whole time I had a guy feeling it was my child.  i don't know how I could have had that feeling, I don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3939138141562564942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3939138141562564942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreaming-my-dreams.html' title='Dreaming my Dreams'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-8265791000791520070</id><published>2008-03-13T02:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:44:07.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's almost 3Am and I have been talking to Monica since I've been home from work at like 11.  I have recruitment at 8AM.  Damn Gina.  I do like my job.  Let's see how far and long this one lasts.  I can see myself here for a while..Minus the canvassing in the winter...I don't know if I will be able to run my own office in a winter like Madison or Chicago.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/8265791000791520070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/8265791000791520070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-almost-3am-and-i-have-been-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-4327990920681569027</id><published>2008-03-13T01:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:36:25.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how..</title><summary type='text'>I had a really interesting day.  I want to say it was bad because I raised so little funds at work, but obviously, it's more than that.   I can't really say what it is though.I love being here in Chicago but it's totally different from what I imagined it to be when I came back.  Possibly because I'm back before I thought I would be, which is okay because I'm allegedly only here for training.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/4327990920681569027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/4327990920681569027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-how.html' title='This is how..'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-3763107495931944242</id><published>2008-02-21T12:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:24:01.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning I woke up at 8 ready to strat my day here at home (that's how I spend most of my Thursdays, because it's cold outside).   I went to the bathroom and back upstairs to get my book The Conscience of a Liberal so I could begin reading.  Back in bed, I told myself I could sleep a little while longer, although I wasn't tired because I slept like a baby last night. Nonetheless, I had a four</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3763107495931944242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3763107495931944242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-morning-i-woke-up-at-8-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-6336974817021748405</id><published>2008-02-08T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:24:59.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue the mOmemtum!</title><summary type='text'>Looking at the major news coverage, analysts are beginning to say Clinton can't win without the Latino vote.  She is looking great in Texas with one third of the voters being Latino, because she has history in the Latino community through her organizing and her husband (in Harry Potter terms, Professor Snape).  I think it's time to break out the O-Memtum again.Picute this: Oprah in Texas doing a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6336974817021748405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6336974817021748405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/02/continue-momemtum.html' title='Continue the mOmemtum!'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-3306038276879513409</id><published>2008-02-07T18:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:06:57.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Dream Journal</title><summary type='text'>This is my dream lastnight:I was set to sing in American Idol, and before I got to LA, I got a call from an agent of some British superstar. She was asking that I get to London (by the way, I was living at te house on 6448 Mulbeery) to appear in a movie with said star. I didn't have any money. I was told to be at the airport by 7 because takeoff was 8:30 the next day. Don't pack anything just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3306038276879513409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3306038276879513409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-dream-journal.html' title='From Dream Journal'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-2271344855519809870</id><published>2008-02-07T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:58:11.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No More</title><summary type='text'>Oh yes, and the man I was so infactuated with before I moved here is no more.  Time has healed that wound.  Haha.  Spice Girls Feb.  15!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/2271344855519809870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/2271344855519809870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-more.html' title='No More'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-6262494045944320872</id><published>2008-02-07T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:55:54.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><summary type='text'>Here's February and I still haven't had sex!!! whaa-hoo!  Go Christopher.Yeah, so life doesn't really suck, it's kind of at a standstill.  Recently, it seems the only really really really exciting parts of my waking life happen in my dreams.  Go Figure.  I have been doing some off and on writings, but nothing substantial.    I'm following this political race like white on rice, but I do that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6262494045944320872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6262494045944320872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2008/02/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-4553966527030509757</id><published>2007-12-06T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:46:49.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><summary type='text'>Oh yes.  I have a new job.  It's cool for what it is, but it isn't all that.  To quote Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit when sequels were actually worth it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/4553966527030509757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/4553966527030509757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/12/job.html' title='Job'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-3792791177583661127</id><published>2007-12-06T00:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:42:46.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><summary type='text'>So I think God is fucking with me.  I mean I know it's kind of blasphemy to say that, but still.  Come on now.  It's kind of outrageous that three guys whom I know want some of this aren't giving it up.  Is it me?  It very well could be.  Let's start with this past weekend.  So I knew I was totally going to have sex and confess my love for one, but that didn't happen at all.  Neither of them.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3792791177583661127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3792791177583661127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-6219641006005151048</id><published>2007-11-27T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:05:47.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh golly</title><summary type='text'>I just had someone over whom I met online.  Guess what happened?  Nothing.  Why?  We could both tell there was no physical attraction.  It kind of sucked big time.  HUGE time.  There is no man in Madison for me.  Possibly because I can't stop thinking about one man in particular.  I even have dreams about him.  Haha.  I laugh because the dream I had about him this morning was quite funny.  We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6219641006005151048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6219641006005151048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-golly.html' title='Oh golly'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-6589308729983279619</id><published>2007-11-17T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:33:18.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison</title><summary type='text'>Madison Wisconsin.   I enjoy living here.  I still feel something is missing in my life though.  I knew that I wouldn't necessarily find it just by moving, but I feel like I'm one step closer.  Makayla and Lauren.  Love them.  every bit of them.  I still have to learn how to budget money better and I think I am making progress...  Only time will tell.  I am trying to get another job besides </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6589308729983279619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6589308729983279619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/11/madison.html' title='Madison'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-6648593432561270986</id><published>2007-09-21T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T07:28:47.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a wonderful time in Madison, thinking about moving there this winter to get some writing done, if I can find someone to take apartment.  go to www.myspace.com/takenovaproductions for my new show.  More later.  Work in 2 minutes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6648593432561270986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/6648593432561270986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/09/had-wonderful-time-in-madison-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-7454984165134219369</id><published>2007-09-11T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:34:23.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over.</title><summary type='text'>I arrived at the courthouse an hour early like the judge asked.  I was three minutes late.  So really I arrived fifty-seven minutes early.  I locked my bike, and went through security (you know, the usual take off your clothes and jacket sort of thing).  At one eleven I walked into the DV office.  We had our little (I am emphasising little.  I have probably seen her for a total of an hour by this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/7454984165134219369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/7454984165134219369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over.'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-202659786559323834</id><published>2007-09-11T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:41:08.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuance</title><summary type='text'>In less than half an hour I am to meet with my lawyer before the proceedings begin at 2.  Tania is probably going to meet me there, since I am in her office now typing this blog.  Externally, I feel calm.  Internally, I don't know how I feel.  I have small butterflies, but not anything like stage fright butterflies, or the ones you get before an interview.  I haven't eaten, so I'm sure hunger is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/202659786559323834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/202659786559323834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/09/continuance.html' title='Continuance'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-7996658893009094900</id><published>2007-09-10T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:12:08.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow will be a long day for me, but let's talk about today, and that will lead to tomorrow.So I wrote out my itemized list of things destroyed in my apartment and approximate value. In the order of protection, my lawyer stated the amount around $1100. My amount is $400 over, but it's also a little embellished.  Take a look at a few posts ago for a glimpse of what heppened.  Most of those are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/7996658893009094900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/7996658893009094900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/09/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-7793106392355411378</id><published>2007-09-09T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T12:45:05.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Work</title><summary type='text'>I'm here at work on Sunday.  I've been here since 11, only six and a half more hours to go.  I got about two hours of sleep last night.  Good thing I was not drunk, and only had three beers.  Eddie has to stop playing games with my head.  Haha, no it's all me.  I have to stop playing games with my own head.  I should learn how to get over it.  Crazy what good sex does to someone.  I know I am not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/7793106392355411378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/7793106392355411378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-work.html' title='Sunday Work'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-3816980135164306410</id><published>2007-09-08T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T08:57:48.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it's hard for me to grow balls and tell people what I think of them.  It's crazy, because people are always giving their perceptions of me, and I take it without any rebuttal.  In most cases, I believe my behavior to be positive.  I should not go around the world complaining, and keep my comments to myself.  The problem ensues when my own personal well being is in jeopardy.  I seem to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3816980135164306410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3816980135164306410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-its-hard-for-me-to-grow-balls.html' title=''/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-474759830668556684</id><published>2007-07-18T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:04:03.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/474759830668556684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/474759830668556684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22EA2i_ykew/Rp61nQovewI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Es6c4a1kgHg/s72-c/P1010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-3261296384093368233</id><published>2007-07-09T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:24:50.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The computer won't allow me to title this post.  Maybe that's a good thing.So I haven't checked when my last post was for a reason.  After I make this post, I'll check.  I wonder who still reads this blog.  That'd be very interesting to find out.So I don't really know what direction I'm taking in life.  I'm about to start at Whole Foods as a cashier to manager promote.  I'm excited, but I really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3261296384093368233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/3261296384093368233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2007/07/computer-wont-allow-me-to-title-this.html' title=''/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-116552130813031100</id><published>2006-12-07T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:55:08.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangover.</title><summary type='text'>Oh Damnit all to hell.I have a throbbing sensation in the frontal lobe of my brain which prevents me from thinking straight.  My stomach also seems to be going through some unsettling times; its shiftyness troubles me.   For a moment, all is well. Suddenly, another part of my brain decides to work with my stomach, to cause that weird salivation in the rear of my mouth while the tip of my tongue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/116552130813031100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/116552130813031100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2006/12/hangover.html' title='Hangover.'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-114733289574840864</id><published>2006-05-11T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T02:34:55.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's happend again</title><summary type='text'>I just can't keep up.  Someday I will be able to.Too many things.  I'm dating someone.  I don't know how long this one will last but I'm actually genuinely interested in him.  I like him alot.  We'll see.  Not getting hopes up.Going out of town in a week.Shit man. I love life right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/114733289574840864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/114733289574840864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-its-happend-again.html' title='And it&apos;s happend again'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-114249071387781921</id><published>2006-03-16T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:31:53.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks.</title><summary type='text'>1. Because we're used to whipped cream.2. We make everything extra hot.3. We know how to keep you up in the morning.4. We won't fall asleep afterwards.5. We thank and worship you over and over, even if we know you don't deserve it!6. No body grinds like we do.7. The thing's we make are soooo delicious.8. You ALWAYS find Mocha, Whip cream, caramel or some other deleciousness on some part of our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/114249071387781921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/114249071387781921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2006/03/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks.'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-114170638123027084</id><published>2006-03-06T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:39:41.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know why this whole three months until the next post thing has been going on- but it shall stop.So yes.  I need to figure out how to word my words.  How to say exactly what I'm thinking.  That's a thought in the back of my head.I am sitting drinking a glass of Domaine du Vieux Chene (the winery) cotes du rhone (the type of wine) 2003 (the year).  It's earthy.  Wanna know something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/114170638123027084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/114170638123027084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-know-why-this-whole-three-months.html' title=''/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-114146988506457873</id><published>2006-03-04T04:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T04:58:05.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night of Firsts</title><summary type='text'>Today was a day filled with many new firsts for me.I took out too much money from the bank- and spent the majority of it.  That's not a first. :)I decided to stay in this apartment with Helena for another year.  This marks the first time I will have signed onto another year lease with another person.  This is a HUGE decesion because I REALLY want to live by myself.  Living with Helena for another</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/114146988506457873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/114146988506457873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2006/03/night-of-firsts.html' title='A Night of Firsts'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-113591696189809589</id><published>2005-12-29T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:29:21.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is</title><summary type='text'>Christmas.It was awesome.  I love spending it with my family.  I had a wonderful time. that's it.I called him.  (name of the red crab from little mermaid)  I shouldn't have but I couldn't help it.  I've had a bit to drink so I got some courage.Whatever.  Of course he didn't answer and I played the message off really well.Time to take a shower and go to bed.Dermalogicia rocks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/113591696189809589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/113591696189809589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-this-is.html' title='So this is'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-113526799636537738</id><published>2005-12-22T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:13:16.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrespectable</title><summary type='text'>I had someone over last night.  Tim.  Fairly cute, 23, short.Used the bathroom, we fooled around.He asked to use my restroom. He spent a while in there, I was about to get worried.He came back, proceeded to have not good sex with me.I went to the bathroom.TURNS OUT HE THREW UP IN MY SINK!It would have been okay, if he would have bothered to clean it up!  That's fucking gross!I Should have stayed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/113526799636537738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/113526799636537738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/12/irrespectable.html' title='Irrespectable'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-113503829287105131</id><published>2005-12-19T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T18:25:03.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This</title><summary type='text'>So he called.  Today.  Six days after we last saw each other.  He said something happened, and he couldn't talk about it now, but he did want to talk about it.  What does that mean?  "I'm also going out of town on Friday, and although I won't be able to see you before then, let's please try to get together after we both return."Wait and see.  Oh yes, I got a puppy.  Touchstone Amadeus.  More on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/113503829287105131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/113503829287105131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/12/this.html' title='This'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-113460775374991809</id><published>2005-12-14T18:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:49:13.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Call</title><summary type='text'>It's interseting how one phone call can make a fairly good day turn sour.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/113460775374991809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/113460775374991809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/12/phone-call.html' title='Phone Call'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-113453428191164500</id><published>2005-12-13T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:24:41.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, so</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I think things will never change, but we still hope for the best.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/113453428191164500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/113453428191164500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/12/yeah-so.html' title='Yeah, so'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112534970505503053</id><published>2005-08-29T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:08:25.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starving Artist?</title><summary type='text'>I have to keep this thing called a day job just to pay bills ten hour day followed by classto get a degreebecause soceity tells me towhile doing everything I can to make itin the industry so many people dream ofbut don't have the ambition.does this smell dirty? I can wear it one more dayclean clothes are too expensive to wash11:00 and I'm hometo check messages, do homework Oh yeah, there's this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112534970505503053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112534970505503053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/08/starving-artist.html' title='Starving Artist?'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112520342766598134</id><published>2005-08-27T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:30:27.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a Wrap!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I've finally done it.  I've completed shooting on the first movie I have produced.  Last week was in short, one of the most amazing weeks of my life.  The shoot was run so well, EVERYONE knew their job, every problem was solved on the spot.  I haven't had a week this good since I can remember.My crew was PHENOMENAL.  They worked so hard to get things done, and it seemed like I didn't do a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112520342766598134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112520342766598134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/08/thats-wrap.html' title='That&apos;s a Wrap!'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112383732155678863</id><published>2005-08-12T03:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T04:02:01.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here we are...</title><summary type='text'>Face to face...Tell me about it.  I started at the second busiest Starbucks in the Midwest region on Monday, one of the top 20 in the Nation as an Asst. Manager Trainee.  Talk about whipping my ass into shape.  It's been a good time, the partners have been really communicative of their needs, and have really started to take to me.  Thank God.  It's about 5 times bigger, and 10 times busier than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112383732155678863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112383732155678863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-we-are.html' title='here we are...'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112295611128341420</id><published>2005-08-01T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:15:11.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Chickens</title><summary type='text'>There I go again, counting my chickens.  He replied, and it was legnthy, but my picture wasn't attached the first time, so I re-sent it.  Not a reply since.  Okay, granted that was 13  hours ago, and he could totally be busy.Not the case, I know it.Whatever.  R.I.P. King Fahd.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112295611128341420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112295611128341420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/08/counting-chickens.html' title='Counting Chickens'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112286997432253295</id><published>2005-07-31T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:22:59.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day of July</title><summary type='text'>I have decided to create a new profile, and I am going to use an email response to another profile for my profile.  Online dating is the worst.  I need to get out more.Howdy-I was aimlessly browsing through the expanse of ads in craigslist (I was originally looking for a file cabinet, but that got really boring) and I clicked on your ad.  Intriguing.  You have actually sparked my interest enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112286997432253295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112286997432253295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-day-of-july.html' title='The Last Day of July'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112277296140509209</id><published>2005-07-30T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T20:23:47.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><summary type='text'>3:45 AGo to Sleep5:15 AStore calls.  Partner didn't show up.  I'm the next on the scedule to go in to work.  Since I'm about to be an RMT, I have to do what's best for the store, so I go in.5:35AGet to work.  Open the store.  Badmouth partner that's not there.  (we call our employees partners)7:30A Time I'm supposed to be at work.8:00ARelief comes.  Partner down, we handle the morning until10:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112277296140509209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112277296140509209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112269272039636382</id><published>2005-07-29T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:07:34.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Real Girls</title><summary type='text'>All day I have planned on watching that movie, because I knew it was coming in today from Netflix.  I had a good day, up until the fact that I realized my landlord checked the mail, (we all have a mass mailbox, and she usually brings up our Friday mail) and she didn't bring it up!  Understood, she may have been busy, but she should have at least put it back in the mailbox.  I now have no plans </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112269272039636382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112269272039636382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-real-girls.html' title='All the Real Girls'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112261679055798305</id><published>2005-07-29T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:59:50.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>titty.</title><summary type='text'>I like the way that word rolls off of my tongue.  Say it.  titty.  Either way works.  Pronounce it with more of a 'd' as the tongue bounces off of the pallet of the mouth, or, with the harsh 't' as the tongue slaps the back of the teeth.  titty.  After saying it over and over for a while, I forget what the word even means, I just know I like to say it.  Titty.  Titty.  Titty.  I want to make up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112261679055798305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112261679055798305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/titty.html' title='titty.'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112235410284321970</id><published>2005-07-25T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T00:01:42.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that most of the people I meet online already have boyfriends?  I'm sorry, but if I were in a realationship, I would not be cheating.  I do find it extremely flattering on one hand, and of course I think it's hot.  On the other side of things, I don't want to be that person who "breaks up the relationship".  Granted, it's totally not me in any way shape or form, because I am not the one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112235410284321970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112235410284321970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/ponder.html' title='Ponder'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112232862749166668</id><published>2005-07-25T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:57:07.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Location, Location, Location!</title><summary type='text'>Today we have wrapped on Location Scouting for CHURCH STORY.  It's about time.  We should have a secure location now.  Next is actually securing one.  Since a church is one of the top 10 places to film for free (I made up the top 10 list myself, I'll post that sometime for other filmmakers), we now have to talk to all of the churche's governing board's.  My advice as the LP/UPM, is to ask our top</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112232862749166668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112232862749166668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/location-location-location.html' title='Location, Location, Location!'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112222515121238462</id><published>2005-07-24T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T12:12:31.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Old Do You Act?</title><summary type='text'>You Are 28 Years Old    28  Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a thirtysomething</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112222515121238462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112222515121238462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-old-do-you-act.html' title='How Old Do You Act?'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112222320142986879</id><published>2005-07-24T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T11:40:01.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AC</title><summary type='text'>It's 100 degrees outside, and I just installed the window AC unit in our apartment all by myself.  I feel accomplished.  My roomie hates AC, but there was no way that I was going to fry in this house.  I still have to straighten it completly out, but I'll do that when she comes home.  Shit.  I can't believe it.  The unit was SO heavy.  I'm sweating my ass off.  Talk about my workout for the day/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112222320142986879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112222320142986879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/ac.html' title='AC'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112219254413328995</id><published>2005-07-24T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:31:11.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Me</title><summary type='text'>My ass.Somtimes I think I am the most unlucky.  But it's okay.  I shouldn't believe in luck anyways.  So I just came from the bars, and I'm a little toasty.  I'm like typung with my eyes closed, because I should sleep.  sleep is good.  well tonight it is.  shit.  So I went to meet this guy names jedd.. hHa not jedd from Beverly Hillbillies, but Jeff.  We were at the same bar, but we missed each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112219254413328995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112219254413328995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky Me'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112187553040851651</id><published>2005-07-20T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:05:30.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying Gravity</title><summary type='text'>I am sitting here hungover on a Wednesday.  I am listening to Defiying Gravity from Wicked, the best musical in the whole world.  I don't have work until 4, but I shouldn't drink during the week.  It's bad for the soul.  I have to call SAG today, and set up an "experimental/short film contract" anyone know anyone in the SAG office?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112187553040851651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112187553040851651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/defying-gravity.html' title='Defying Gravity'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112166276223287898</id><published>2005-07-17T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:59:22.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK!!!</title><summary type='text'>We're OFFICIAL!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHH!!!!!  Click on Church story.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112166276223287898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112166276223287898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/look.html' title='LOOK!!!'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112163344689537911</id><published>2005-07-17T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T15:55:19.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha cha cha Changes</title><summary type='text'>I want to catch up on what I've been doing for the past few months.  I decided that I have to actively make a change in my life if I want it to go somewhere.  I can't wait for things to come to me, I must go after them with the same drive and intensity I had when I moved here.  It was time for me to stop being lazy-- to wake up and smell the shit I was getting into, and get out before I was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112163344689537911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112163344689537911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/cha-cha-cha-changes.html' title='Cha cha cha Changes'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112146450880143034</id><published>2005-07-15T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T17:03:14.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Profiled.  Again.</title><summary type='text'>I woke up in a jolt, looked over at the clock.  5:04.  Fuck.  I was going to be late.  I've only been late to work once since I got the job in February.  Why didn't my alarm go off?  No time to think about that.  I needed to get to work.  Dressed in 2 minutes.  First pair of khakis and a black shirt I saw.  Keys, wallet, check.  Out the door.  No cash.  Shit.  I flagged a cab anyway.  "Chicago </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112146450880143034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112146450880143034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/profiled-again.html' title='Profiled.  Again.'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-112115289162863170</id><published>2005-07-12T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T02:21:31.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><summary type='text'>So it is now July 12 2005.  I am sitting here writing in my blog.  I can't believe it.  I'm 21 years old.  I just went out to the bars by myself.  My friends are taking me tomorrow,  but I wanted to go by myself tonight, to see what I was getting into.  I had a good time.  I only went to 2 though.  First Hydrate.  I didn't like it at all.  I had a drink there (because they were only a dollar, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112115289162863170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/112115289162863170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110547297901334747</id><published>2005-01-11T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:49:39.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Macworld</title><summary type='text'>Apple has announced new products today.  Pretty awesome.  Although I own an iPod, I think I want to invest in an iPod Shuffle.  They are smaller, and I can use my ipod for pure data storage.iWork looks pretty friggin awesome too.I'm such a geek talking about Apple products, but I'm nowhere near the caliber of geekness as my fellow coworkers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110547297901334747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110547297901334747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/01/macworld.html' title='Macworld'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110537169315012091</id><published>2005-01-10T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T09:41:33.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><summary type='text'>I have made three posts this year, but all of them have yet to be posted, because my co-workers close the window, accidentally of course, but it still sucks.  I am not posting them again.I move in 80 days, and have yet to find an apartment.Washington D.C.go-go musicsticky candy productions.What do they all have in common?The new documentary I just got asked to sign onto.  More later. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110537169315012091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110537169315012091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2005/01/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110453442476374286</id><published>2004-12-31T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T17:07:04.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>_________ New Year</title><summary type='text'>You can fill in the blank with whatever you will.Here's how my New Year's eve is shaping up:Early this morning, after drinking 8 cups of coffee with Helena, we had an excellent idea to watch the sunrise.  It was one of the most beautiful things in the world;  'twas a wonderful morning, and the weather is phenomenal.  I slept in, because this is the first day I've had off since Christmas, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110453442476374286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110453442476374286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year.html' title='_________ New Year'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110433988683232110</id><published>2004-12-29T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:04:46.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 5 o'clock somewhere</title><summary type='text'>The New Year will be here soon, and I have no plans.Looks like New Year's Rockin' Eve with Dick Clark is going to be calling my name.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110433988683232110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110433988683232110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-5-oclock-somewhere.html' title='It&apos;s 5 o&apos;clock somewhere'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110419058915143296</id><published>2004-12-27T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:36:29.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><summary type='text'>Marry Christmas, Happy Kwanza.Mine was awesome.  I got Scene It.  Best game ever.Love it.I met Eric Idle today.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110419058915143296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110419058915143296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/12/yo.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110384590989953893</id><published>2004-12-23T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T17:51:49.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verdict.</title><summary type='text'>He's straight.Officially.  It sucks, but I totally had it coming.  Come on now.  Duh.  He's a boy whom I thought was hot.  Of course he's straight.  Haha.  I'm so stupid for even crushing on him.  I totally cried myself to sleep last night.  Okay, not really, but still.  I have to really build a bridge now.  It's good though.  Pipe dreaming never gets you anywhere.  Well not me at least.Oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110384590989953893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110384590989953893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/12/verdict.html' title='The Verdict.'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110341581492709382</id><published>2004-12-18T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:23:34.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Strikes?</title><summary type='text'>Here's my deal:I totally meant to ask him out yesterday, but I missed him.  That sucks.  So today, it was so incredibly busy that I didn't get to talk to him again.  That's strike two.  Then, when he was leaving today, I asked him to come over and see me for a sec, because I had a question for him.  He didn't.  Strike Three.  Maybe I shouldn't ask him out afterall.I have Spamalot tickets, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110341581492709382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110341581492709382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/12/three-strikes.html' title='Three Strikes?'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110332869730273173</id><published>2004-12-17T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T18:11:37.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday</title><summary type='text'>and I still haven't asked James out.I totally meant to today, but I didn't get aound to it.  I'm kind of upset at myself.  I'm totally going to a party tonight.  I haven't been to one in forever.  Fun times for all.I'll ask James out tomorrow.  We'll see what he says.I'll keep you posted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110332869730273173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110332869730273173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110289457246773087</id><published>2004-12-12T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T17:36:12.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried</title><summary type='text'>So today, I totally planned on asking James out on a date.  I practiced in the mirror and everything, and was just waiting for the right time, you know when other people weren't around, etc.I didn't get to.Damnit.  Tonight is the last night of his play, and I can't go, because it starts at 7, and I don't get off until 7.  I could get his number somehow, but he doesn't work again until Friday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110289457246773087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110289457246773087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/12/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110263160594963459</id><published>2004-12-09T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T16:33:25.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Touch This</title><summary type='text'>I went to the greatest site in the world today.www.gayhiphop.comgo there.  It will make you laugh.I'm gay, and I don't even know what the hell is up with gay hip hop.  It amuses me.so.  I'm going to a party tonight.  Hopefully it'll be fun.Well, it'll be fun, because I'll be with Helena!that's it.  Time for Espanol.boo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110263160594963459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110263160594963459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/12/cant-touch-this.html' title='Can&apos;t Touch This'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110254531145909687</id><published>2004-12-08T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T16:35:11.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear..</title><summary type='text'>Dear Blog:I feel really stupid writing about this, because I sound like a highschooler.  There's this boy.  It's always about a boy.  Somtimes I wish I were asexual.  It's not fair. So the stroy unfolds.  James is a guy at work.  He started a couple of weeks ago, and I could have sworn that I had seen him before.  Of course he's the hottest thing in the world, and I instantly had a huge major</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110254531145909687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110254531145909687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear.html' title='Dear..'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110125770215814347</id><published>2004-11-23T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T18:55:02.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wiz</title><summary type='text'>I'm off to see the Wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz!  I hear he is a whiz of a wiz, if ever a wix there was!  Because of the wonderful things he does, because of the wonderful things he does, because, because, because, because, because!  Because of the wonderful things he does..........I'm off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz!a.k.a.My Bed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110125770215814347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110125770215814347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/11/wiz.html' title='The Wiz'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110124179792129732</id><published>2004-11-23T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T14:29:57.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>Can't think of a better title.I'm a little sickly.  I'll get better.  So we hope and pray.I returned that software.  'twas too 'spensive.  I'll get it for myself for Christmas.I'm tired, but I'm talking online until class.Peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110124179792129732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110124179792129732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/11/tuesday_23.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110116137895246508</id><published>2004-11-22T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:09:38.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Eddie's Birthday...</title><summary type='text'>The Five People You Meet In HeavenRead it.  Funny, because today really is my friend Eddie's birthday.  Happy 21st.  So I have official news that Stephen only wants a "friends with benefits" relationship.  Hey.  At least I know.  That's not going to work with me, it'll only make me like him more, and that can't happen.Apple stock is on the rise.That's a good thing.I bought scriptwriting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110116137895246508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110116137895246508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/11/today-is-eddies-birthday.html' title='Today is Eddie&apos;s Birthday...'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110100140347335469</id><published>2004-11-20T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T19:43:23.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Acronym</title><summary type='text'>CComplicatedHHappyRRealisticIImportantSSpecialTTastyOOverwhelmingPPopularHHappyEEnjoyableRRoundedName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110100140347335469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110100140347335469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-own-acronym.html' title='My Own Acronym'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110100049720097726</id><published>2004-11-20T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T19:28:17.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Birds</title><summary type='text'>Toppins a Bag.I love Mary Poppins.  I'm here at Apple, answering phones.  It's been a while since I've been on phones.  I like it.  Fun times for all.  Last night, I met my first trans person last night.  It was very interesting.  He was a girl by birth, wanting to be a man.  Ethan was the name.  You'll never guess how it happened:(me overhearing a conversation) ME:  "oh wow, you're moving</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110100049720097726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110100049720097726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/11/for-birds.html' title='For the Birds'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110066876883496098</id><published>2004-11-16T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:19:28.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>It's Tuesday.I had a fairly good day today.  I met Jean Pierre Jeunet tonight.  Went to a screening of 'A Very Long Engagement'.  It was awesome.  I loved it.  Makes me want to be in love.  Then I laugh.  I was thinking.  Maybe I'm just not supposed to be in a relationship.  I don't think about people like that.  I have awesome relationships with my friends, but I just can't see myself opening </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110066876883496098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110066876883496098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/11/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110057381776157881</id><published>2004-11-15T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T20:56:57.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as I thought it was over...</title><summary type='text'>Haha.  kidding.  had a review at work today.  Won't say how it went.  I'm not too sure of it anyways.I'm at home.  I don't have to work until 10 tomorrow.  that just rocks my socks.  so, i'm sitting here in my bed.  I'm so tired, I just had a long day.  So I've begun chatting with david.  haha.  I'm such a fuck.  It's like there's something in me that draws me to him.  It's kind of scary.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110057381776157881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110057381776157881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-as-i-thought-it-was-over.html' title='Just as I thought it was over...'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110040415108997261</id><published>2004-11-13T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T21:49:11.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year In Boys.</title><summary type='text'>Summer. My Birthday season.  All the hot guys are out frolicking.  Pride.  Everyone's fucking.  Guys glore.  The season in which I get the least action, because it seems like relationships are not what folks are looking for.  The time when I feel ugliest, and I don't go out much.  Shorts look good on me, but my legs are too skinny.  It's hot.  Time for white.  Don't get darker.  Don't know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110040415108997261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110040415108997261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/11/year-in-boys.html' title='The Year In Boys.'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-110004220378040159</id><published>2004-11-09T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:16:43.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back to posting</title><summary type='text'>Hey. I'm back with the posting.  Work has been going really well.  School's not bad.  Math sucks, as always.  My column is supposed to publish this week.  I'm sexcited.I gotta go to class now.Espanol.Oh yes, Jimmy still hasn't called, emailed, etc.  I'm done.Bridget Jones' 2 comes out Friday.  I'm looking forward to that.  It's the only thing worth living for.  Haha.  I'm so stupid.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110004220378040159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/110004220378040159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/11/getting-back-to-posting.html' title='Getting Back to posting'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109980938927537950</id><published>2004-11-06T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:06:40.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><summary type='text'>Well, I guess it's time for an update.I got back from NC last sunday night.  I had a wonderful time.  I wish I could have seen more people, but it's partly my fault too.It was good to get away.  I needed it.Well, in the past week I've been back, I've worked everyday,  that's good, because my last paycheck was fourty six dollars.  I started talking to this guy, Jimmy, and wow.  We REALLY hit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109980938927537950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109980938927537950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109808232554148161</id><published>2004-10-18T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:52:05.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been forever</title><summary type='text'>And it's time for an update...i don't really know what I'm going to write, but here goes:So school's going pretty well, I'm on the newspaper, a staff writer.  I just got the position of writing the sex column for it.  It's quite exciting.  I'm a sex coloumnist.  How funny is that?  It's only a small newspaper.  hopefully, when I transfer, I'll get the same slot in the bigger paper.  Math </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109808232554148161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109808232554148161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-been-forever.html' title='It&apos;s been forever'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109554470262795135</id><published>2004-09-18T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T16:58:22.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><summary type='text'>It's been forever and a day since I have updated.  I am a sad puppy.  It's because i got a journal.  I've been writing in that most of the time.  Here are some small updates in my life:Cinema/Chicago now PAYS meI bought a COMPUTERI started school (thank the lord finally)I went to church last sundayI still haven't had sexualsI quit smoking herbal remediesThat would be about itSo now, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109554470262795135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109554470262795135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109233883267250606</id><published>2004-08-12T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:27:12.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sip or Strip</title><summary type='text'>Hey hey hey!Last night I was up until 4:30 in the morning, watching SHOWGIRLS!  Scott bought the VIP Exclusive movie package, complete with shot glasses and everything.It was the first time I have ever seen that movie, and let me say, it was quite the cinematic experience.  All bad movies like that should come in VIP packages, so you can get wasted and watch the movie.I HIGHLY reccomend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109233883267250606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109233883267250606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/08/sip-or-strip.html' title='Sip or Strip'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109197570181254709</id><published>2004-08-08T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T09:35:01.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Market Days</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I had kind of a bad day, but it was okay, because Market Days made up for it.  I don't really know how, but it did.  I mean I wasn't in the best mood to hang out with my friends, but we always have a good time regardless.  Today I plan on going back to Market Days, and just kind of spending the day with myself.  I haven't had that in a while.I had to train a group of folks today at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109197570181254709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109197570181254709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/08/market-days.html' title='Market Days'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109172293086928171</id><published>2004-08-05T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T11:22:20.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Bale</title><summary type='text'>Yes.  I just met him.  I wanted to take a picture so bad.  He's BATMAN.  No one knows the joy/agony/happiness I'm feeling.Joy-  I just met Christian Bale.  The fucking LOVE of my life.  You have no idea.  He's tip top on my list.  Him and Edward Norton.  He's amazing.  And I just met him.Agony: I just met Christian Bale.  And his Girlfriend.  Fucking bitch.  haha kidding.  It took everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109172293086928171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109172293086928171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/08/christian-bale.html' title='Christian Bale'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109147436027756570</id><published>2004-08-02T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T14:19:20.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 days</title><summary type='text'>until the SUMMER OLYMPICS!!!!!!!!!!!  Athens, Here I come (well not really, but I wish I was there)YAAY RAH!More Olympic information:557 days until the Winter Olympic Games in Turin, Italy1467 days until the Summer Olympic Games in Bejing, China2020 days until the WInter Olympic Games in Vancouver, CanadaI would love to go.  I think I should make a promise to myself to go.  I'd love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109147436027756570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109147436027756570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/08/11-days.html' title='11 days'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109138740106743512</id><published>2004-08-01T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T14:16:34.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August 1</title><summary type='text'>Hey! It's the first day of the month!  What an exciting thing!  The Full Moon last night was awesome.  It was the second full moon of the month, which means it was a blue moon.  You saw me standgin alone.I saw 'The Village'.  I know.  You don't even have to say anything.  As much as I hate that man, Eddie really wanted to see it, so I went.and I wasn't dissapointed, because I had no faith </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109138740106743512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109138740106743512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-1.html' title='August 1'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109070728296770155</id><published>2004-07-24T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T17:14:42.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Job</title><summary type='text'>So I was searching on the lovely old Craigslist, and found a listing that asked for folks interested in jobs at a new publishing company.  They just published their first novel, and they needed people on their marketing team, etc.I thought this sounded like a good opportunity, so I emailed the guy.I started Yesterday.$10 an hour, with promising promotions in the near future.I'll tell more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109070728296770155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109070728296770155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-new-job.html' title='My New Job'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109046369035722721</id><published>2004-07-21T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:34:50.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Person I met today</title><summary type='text'>I can't count Roger Ebert, because I've already met him, and had many converstaions.So, the other famous person I met today is..Eddie Van Halen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109046369035722721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109046369035722721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/07/famous-person-i-met-today.html' title='Famous Person I met today'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109035114519113650</id><published>2004-07-20T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T14:19:05.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><summary type='text'>http://www.reelchicago.com/story.cfm?Section=TopStory&amp;StoryID=537"The on-again, off-again Central City X Studios is back on again with a vengeance. The Community Development Commission gave a stamp of approval Tuesday to a plan to build a $43.7 million, state-of-the-art film and TV studio complex on the West Side.The 11-acre former illegal mountain of debris at 4300-58 W. Roosevelt Road </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109035114519113650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109035114519113650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109033022661698945</id><published>2004-07-20T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T08:30:26.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMMMM...</title><summary type='text'>Things here are....  going.  I haven't heard from my dad in almost a week.  He's not answering his phone.  That's interesting,  Well, he just answered.That's a good thing.I smell from rollerblading to work this moring.I'm trying to prevent myself from getting fat... er.. out of shape.Well, it's time for me to go to work y'all!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109033022661698945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109033022661698945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/07/hmmmmm.html' title='HMMMMM...'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-109018512328676031</id><published>2004-07-18T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T16:12:03.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Size This</title><summary type='text'>I think I am getting fat.I know why.  I have been eating McDonald's like none other.  It's quite crazy.  Every since seeing Super Size Me, I've been eating McDonald's at least twice a week.  Probably more than that.  It's scary.  I know that's it's horrible for me, and by eating more than once a week I am a "heavy user".  I used to HATE it.  but it's so good.  I can't get away from it.  And I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109018512328676031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/109018512328676031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/07/super-size-this.html' title='Super Size This'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108972596151537975</id><published>2004-07-13T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T13:06:50.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (belated) Birthday!</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!I really didn't do much for my birthday, other than take the train back from St. Louis, and sleep until 8 PM.  I then went to Hooters.  Rohan wanted chicken wings.  I didn't, but I obliged.  Tonya met us there, and we then went back to my house to watch Briget Jones' Diary.  We all know I love that movie.Other than that..Let's talk about St. Louis.I had the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108972596151537975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108972596151537975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/07/happy-belated-birthday.html' title='Happy (belated) Birthday!'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108923269884824651</id><published>2004-07-07T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T15:45:18.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7300...</title><summary type='text'>I have been alive for exactly 7300 days.Interesting.My birthday is in 5 days.  "The world is a looking glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.  Frown on it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly , kind companion; and so let all young (or old) persons take their choice."     ~William Makepeace Thackeray's  Vanity </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108923269884824651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108923269884824651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/07/7300.html' title='7300...'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108912747191375920</id><published>2004-07-06T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T10:24:31.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><summary type='text'>"CNN Breaking News:Democratic candidate John Kerry chooses Sen. John Edwards as his running mate."That's all that needs to be said.This is a good day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108912747191375920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108912747191375920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/07/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108851564056650571</id><published>2004-06-29T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T12:38:50.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!! (Quiz time) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>You're chocolate.  You're the old soul type, peoplefeel that they have known you their entirelife.  Many often open up to you for they viewyou as thoughtful and trustworthy.  Althoughpeople trust you, you have a hard time trustingthem.  You prefer to keep your feelings bottledup inside, or display them very quietly.  It isalright to open up every once in a while. Which kind of candy are you? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108851564056650571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108851564056650571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/06/quiz-time.html' title='!!!!!!! (Quiz time) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108842872330051461</id><published>2004-06-28T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T08:24:58.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend.</title><summary type='text'>Friday:  I didn't do much, but went to Taste of Chicago, and saw Tina Marie, who rocked my socks.  Friday night, I ended up going out with Rohan and Tonya, and we had a fair amount of fun.  We went to a party of one of Helena's friends.  'twas okay.  Saturday:  I wasn't supposed to work, but I took Julius's shift.  It wasn't bad, as it was fairly slow, and Everyone was in a good mood.  Saturday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108842872330051461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108842872330051461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend.'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108828837856622129</id><published>2004-06-26T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T17:19:38.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><summary type='text'>It's Pride here in Chicago!more about that later.FAmous people who I met today:David Alan GrierBonnie HuntSammy Sosa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108828837856622129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108828837856622129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/06/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108808235288754424</id><published>2004-06-24T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T08:21:56.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga</title><summary type='text'>Is Amazing.Today was my first day, and I feel on top of the world.  My back doesn't ache, I am breathing deeper, and my muscles are relaxed.  It's like a perfect day to start work!  I have a crazy day today, so hopefully the yoga was a good start.  While doing yoga, I was hurting like a madman, because I was streching muscles I didn't know existed.  Now, I feel it all.  Wow.  I can really see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108808235288754424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108808235288754424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/06/yoga.html' title='Yoga'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108802166217215159</id><published>2004-06-23T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T15:14:22.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><summary type='text'>It's Wednesday.  Golly, this week is really taking it's time.  This weekend will be fun though.  It'll be my first ever PRIDE!I'm excited, and not at the same time.  Considering the fact I have had no recent attraction to boys, and I'm not having sex, and I'll be low on funds (well my stock will go through Friday, after I pay rent I'll be able to have a little bit of fun).  I don't really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108802166217215159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108802166217215159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/06/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108792931692962933</id><published>2004-06-22T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T13:35:16.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency Post</title><summary type='text'>I had no idea guys that Madstone was closing.I am so sorry for all of you... I didn't know at all.  Oh no.  I feel like an asshole.  I don't know why though.  I just do.  That's so sad.  I loved that place.  Wow.  I don't even know what to say.I love you all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108792931692962933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108792931692962933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/06/emergency-post.html' title='Emergency Post'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108791782980380317</id><published>2004-06-22T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T10:26:47.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Chills</title><summary type='text'>They're multiplyin' ....I get tested today, for the first time.I'm scared shitless, and I don't know whyGod Bless America</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108791782980380317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108791782980380317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-got-chills.html' title='I got Chills'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108782466543939497</id><published>2004-06-21T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T10:38:42.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new day!</title><summary type='text'>I was totally almost late for work today.  I had to be here at 8, and I woke up at 7:35.  We all know that the bus won't make it here that fast, so I had to call my friend cab.  I made it with 4 minutes to spare, that's because I told my driver to step on it if he could.  I prolly smell like crap, and i sure do look like it, but hey, I'm here, right?Last night, I was supposed to see Jake at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108782466543939497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108782466543939497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s a new day!'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108767237099806551</id><published>2004-06-19T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T14:12:50.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking fuck</title><summary type='text'>I don't even feel like writing what I just had posted.  It got erased.  someone closed my screen.  I am pissed.  i had a wonderful day yesterday, minus my ID being taken.I'm going to see if I can round up some cattle to go see Mr. Wiccam (Pride and Prejudice moment) tonight.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108767237099806551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108767237099806551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/06/fucking-fuck.html' title='fucking fuck'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108750444279006120</id><published>2004-06-17T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T15:34:02.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about the worst week ever</title><summary type='text'>Friday:  Went to Blue's fest, cut myself with a razor, and got trashed, because that's what Blue's Fest is.  It's a free concert for the city of Chicago in Grant Park where all you do is drink all day.  Tarin bought a 30 case and her, Jenelle and I drink the whole thing.  Then we went out.  I have VIP passes to Circuit (free cover, free drinks) every Friday, so I went there with Scott.  It was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108750444279006120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108750444279006120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/06/talk-about-worst-week-ever.html' title='Talk about the worst week ever'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568442.post-108680716305461751</id><published>2004-06-09T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T13:52:43.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so</title><summary type='text'>Christopher is up a creek without a paddle with a hole in the boat that's got a hole in it, and has been overturned.  He's trying to at least swim for shore, but that seems like an impossibility, because of the rocks in his shoes which are super glued to his feet, and the rapids are slowly getting faster as the water rises.But I think a rescue team is coming my way.  more later </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108680716305461751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568442/posts/default/108680716305461751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerchamber.blogspot.com/2004/06/so.html' title='so'/><author><name>FAIR WISCONSIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
