<?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-7143264</id><updated>2011-08-16T18:52:25.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise in a Dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-110052881517923392</id><published>2004-11-15T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T06:26:55.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>Made it back home from a week  down in Nicaragua.  It is always interesting and never ends up as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-110052881517923392?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/110052881517923392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=110052881517923392' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/110052881517923392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/110052881517923392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109992524029150616</id><published>2004-11-08T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T06:47:20.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicaragua, Otra Vez</title><content type='html'>Going on down to Nicaragua today for a bit of Rest and Relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any mischeif planned but I'll see what I can stir up while I'm down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109992524029150616?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109992524029150616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109992524029150616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109992524029150616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109992524029150616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/11/nicaragua-otra-vez.html' title='Nicaragua, Otra Vez'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109971428123915821</id><published>2004-11-05T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T20:11:21.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>french kissing</title><content type='html'>I used to really be into french kissing...&lt;br /&gt;until I found a girl who was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into french kissing.&lt;br /&gt;Now...It's alright...every now and then...in moderation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109971428123915821?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109971428123915821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109971428123915821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109971428123915821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109971428123915821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/11/french-kissing.html' title='french kissing'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109952064762818465</id><published>2004-11-03T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T14:24:07.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 wishes</title><content type='html'>If for some reason I was granted 3 wishes, I wonder what I would wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd just pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109952064762818465?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109952064762818465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109952064762818465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109952064762818465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109952064762818465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/11/3-wishes.html' title='3 wishes'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109951498576071080</id><published>2004-11-03T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T12:49:45.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smurfingly Good</title><content type='html'>I slept for a very very long time.  And I feel good, uncommonly good.  I have made peace with myself.  Had a good breakfast.  Talked to a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good day to buy some shirts and some beer.  I have today off so I'm going to take her easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109951498576071080?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109951498576071080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109951498576071080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109951498576071080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109951498576071080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/11/smurfingly-good.html' title='Smurfingly Good'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109920559906699874</id><published>2004-10-30T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T23:53:19.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>For those of you reading that are from "the early days" who know that I got married last July and wonder what happened, I will summerize.&lt;br /&gt;July 8th I got married, Huge wedding, Very beautiful, very well done, very expensive...&lt;br /&gt;that very same day at the wedding reception my wife said "I don't think I'm ready to get married yet, let's undo this whole thing"&lt;br /&gt;and I said "ummmm...you couldn't have thought of that 2 hours ago before we got married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...long story short...we unmarried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck that bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109920559906699874?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109920559906699874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109920559906699874' title='91 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109920559906699874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109920559906699874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>91</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109920525197708523</id><published>2004-10-30T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T23:47:31.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenie</title><content type='html'>Of course I work the Friday, Saturday and Sunday of Halloween weekend so I can't really go out and party it up like everyone else but...I'm in traffic driving the patrol car and I see some really interesting things.  Elvis, a car full of Pirates, Star wars people.  Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109920525197708523?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109920525197708523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109920525197708523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109920525197708523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109920525197708523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/halloweenie.html' title='Halloweenie'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109907546578529541</id><published>2004-10-29T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T11:44:25.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Sleep</title><content type='html'>It seems that when I have gone a long time without sleep or with very very little sleep, I become quite a different person. I become more...&lt;br /&gt;"intense"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like it but there is an edge to it that kind of also makes me a bit of an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109907546578529541?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109907546578529541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109907546578529541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109907546578529541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109907546578529541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/without-sleep.html' title='Without Sleep'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109894763440802845</id><published>2004-10-28T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T00:13:54.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>symphony</title><content type='html'>I have never met a person who liked going to see the symphny or opera.  But, for some rare reason I actually really like going.  And for some strange reason, women always hit on me there.  Now...&lt;br /&gt;If you want the best seats, it costs money.  About $60 dollars for a seat in the first 10 rows.  And if you bring a date (which I can never find anyone who wants to go to the symphony) it will cost you $120 total.  That is for a show that last about 1-2 hours.  And there  is a different show every week.&lt;br /&gt;Most people can think of better uses for their money.&lt;br /&gt;I am known to be a bit tight with the cash but I spend money on my vices...Alcohol gets an unlimited supply of my funds.  Tobbacco used to get it's share as well which went into the hundreds of dollars per month (good cigars are about $70 per box).  So since I have quit cigars I am thinking that maybe I can spend that money to go out on the town in high class. And who knows, maybe I can meet some arrogant, rich, snobby chick that I can screw at my leisure and maybe profit from in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109894763440802845?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109894763440802845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109894763440802845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109894763440802845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109894763440802845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/symphony.html' title='symphony'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109893531784023147</id><published>2004-10-27T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T20:48:37.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Yeah</title><content type='html'>The fashion show was AWESOME and I was in the front row as a VIP.  ROCK ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to go to those more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109893531784023147?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109893531784023147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109893531784023147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109893531784023147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109893531784023147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/hell-yeah.html' title='Hell Yeah'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109877385588339867</id><published>2004-10-25T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:57:35.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>So my friend Steve was sitting around about a year ago with me in his small apartment and I believe we were drinking some red wine and he ran an idea past me.  He asked me what I thought about him starting a Fashion Club.  Where he could organize designers, photographers, models and such and everyone could showcase their talents...and as a benefit, he would get to be around some really attractive (at least superficially) women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that it sounded like a good idea to me and I encouraged him to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...who knew that it would actually work.  The club has been going strong and the first Fashion Show is downtown this Wednesday and the press will even be there.  Bravo Steve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then over the next few weeks there will be 2 or 3 more fashion shows to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like fun to me so you can bet that I'll be there gawking at the girls.  I'll blog about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109877385588339867?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109877385588339867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109877385588339867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109877385588339867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109877385588339867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/fashion-show.html' title='Fashion Show'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109868743626777800</id><published>2004-10-24T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:57:16.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>Alright,&lt;br /&gt;Time to get focused...or maybe not...maybe time to not get focused. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, only about 2 weeks to go and I'll be back in sunny ol' Nicaragua.  Going high style and big time.  Only one goal...&lt;br /&gt;Get the girl....or...don't get the girl.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what it is that I want, it sure would make things a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109868743626777800?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109868743626777800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109868743626777800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109868743626777800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109868743626777800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109855246666272579</id><published>2004-10-23T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T10:27:46.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Turkey</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things on the planet is smoking cigars.  I do it every chance I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this morning I woke up and decided that I don't want to smoke cigars anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my only vices are alcohol and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109855246666272579?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109855246666272579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109855246666272579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109855246666272579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109855246666272579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/cold-turkey.html' title='Cold Turkey'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109850311216386486</id><published>2004-10-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T20:45:12.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the choice</title><content type='html'>One thing that I don't think people understand about working in "law enforcement" is that everyday, all day long pretty much you are walking around with this pistol strapped to your side.  Nomatter how positive and uplifted you are, I believe that everyone who is in this situation faces a very small voice that at least once a day says "Hey, you have that pistol on your side there, if you want, you can just pull it out and blow your fuckin' brains out and be done with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong...this isn't a "cry for help" or a warning.  I could never do such a thing because...it is not honorable.  But nevertheless it is still there everyday looking down upon me and those in my field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any job that you have to wear a uniform and/or carry a gun....probably not the best career field to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to look for something new to do, I need to BE something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109850311216386486?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109850311216386486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109850311216386486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109850311216386486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109850311216386486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/choice.html' title='the choice'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109846877956983330</id><published>2004-10-22T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:12:59.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human</title><content type='html'>Maybe I am very selfish or maybe merely human.&lt;br /&gt;I try not to have a large number of friends and prefer to keep the circle small to ensure quality friendships.  I wish my close friends the very best and every happieness.   But...whenever a friend of mine enters a new relationship (eg. a new girlfriend), I think it is great, but at the same time I feel a bid bad at the same time because this new person in thier life is taking time away from ME!  I feel I hold a certain priority and when a new person enters the life of one of my friends, my priority in that friends life seems to slip a bit.  It drives me CrAzY.  But there is really nothing I can do.  That's just the way the world is.  I think my friends feel the same way when I bring a new girl into my life BUT...the difference is, I make a concentrated effort to try to make sure everyone still gets thier share of time and priority.  So I naturally expect others to do the same for me, but...it never works quite that way.&lt;br /&gt;But all the same, there's no love lost between us and somehow, someway, it all ends up alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am merely a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109846877956983330?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109846877956983330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109846877956983330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109846877956983330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109846877956983330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/human.html' title='Human'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143264.post-109838448222502353</id><published>2004-10-21T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T11:48:02.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Beautiful</title><content type='html'>What a difference a year makes eh?  Change...change...and more change.&lt;br /&gt;No need to catch up though, we will just take it from today and go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl at my job, what a fascinating woman.  Not only is she very nice to look at but she is very easy to talk to and to be around as well.  Good times and good laughter everytime I see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attracted to her but I wouldn't say that my attraction is sexually based, it seems like it is deeper than that.  Something that I have not yet experienced up until now.  I am drawn to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she has a boyfriend.  I have no intentions of trying to take her from him or anything like that.  I only intend to enjoy the small moments that I have with her and maybe learn something new in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7143264-109838448222502353?l=ghostorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109838448222502353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7143264&amp;postID=109838448222502353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109838448222502353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7143264/posts/default/109838448222502353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/something-beautiful.html' title='Something Beautiful'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15625614136106210612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
