tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40969442011-05-17T17:41:47.449-05:00Have words, will babble.GRAMMAR MATTERS, you fucks!!!April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comBlogger1061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1130132710701835822005-10-24T00:28:00.000-05:002005-10-24T01:10:41.566-05:00Oh my.... Has it been so long? Life has been insane over on Planet April Love. I wouldn't even know where to begin. I just found out that I have a little brother. This from a veteran only child. You may remember an incident in which my lovely father "dated" a very young woman. I believe she was a mere three years my senior. Eww... Gross. Anyway, apparently Daddy got his ugly on with said girl andApril Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1100248125992702172004-11-12T02:28:00.000-06:002004-11-12T02:28:45.993-06:00Yeah... That's my boo. April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1100247577470350182004-11-12T01:39:00.000-06:002004-11-12T02:19:37.470-06:00Life is a highway. I wanna ride it all night long.Just a thought.Oooooh! I have a new obsession. My friend Ron and I are hooked on American Chopper. The O.C.C. BABY! Ron wants to do Paulie and I kinda wanna do Mikey. It's fun. Yeah, I guess you could say we're deep thinkers.I highly recommend it.In other news.... I found myself a second job for the jovial holiday season. At a music store April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1100156892250597672004-11-11T01:01:00.000-06:002004-11-11T01:08:12.250-06:00It feels as though months have passed since we spoke last. It's been just over two weeks. Sixteen days actually. I think of you daily as I always have. I wonder if you allow me to cross your mind and if so what these thoughts consist of. My heart is healing. I have days when I just want to fall into your arms as I once did. I battle those days less often lately. I have finally mustered April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1099118571318600502004-10-30T01:31:00.000-05:002004-10-30T01:43:34.146-05:00I am extremely nervous about the upcoming election. It's historic really. For the first time, an election is in the hands of young America. We will decide the fate of our great country. There has been at least a twenty percent spike in voter registration among 18-25 year olds.... I couldn't be happier. I, of course, have my opinion, but I'm just hoping to see young people go out and vote no April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1098862777882015382004-10-27T02:20:00.000-05:002004-10-27T02:39:37.883-05:00At 19, I thought that I had fallen in love for life. Although he would haunt me for years, and may possibly continue to for life, we didn't last. I loved him from the tips of my fingers to my toes. One of those all consuming loves. The kind that could quite possibly ruin a young girls life. And it almost did. It seems so obvious. Just walk away.... Forget about him. Not so easy. I April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1090223015124703762004-07-19T02:24:00.000-05:002004-07-19T02:43:35.123-05:00Oh my.... it has been a while. So much has happened. I have harbored delusions for some time about the fate of my love life. The only person I have ever loved more than I love myself is out of reach. He has made it clear, finally. I think it would be easier to have been clueless. I somehow thought that it would work out in the end. That I would love him so much that he would have no choiceApril Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1082534393789565482004-04-21T02:59:00.000-05:002004-04-21T03:03:53.373-05:00I've been thinking too much tonight, as usual. I hate that people have to sugar coat things. For instance....that old line "I don't really want to date anyone right now." That translates to "I don't really want to date you." I've gotten that line a couple of times lately and I'm beginning to think that maybe there's something wrong with me. How fucking much do you have to give. I just need April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1080697321945398352004-03-30T19:42:00.000-06:002004-03-30T19:49:04.043-06:00So, how goes it? The past few weeks have been an experiment in terror. Although I've had alot of fun, the consequences have been less than great. The afore mentioned boy with whom I apparently slept with on the first date didn't really get a fair shake here in Cyberia. There was no date, just a party and a lot of sex. He never made any promises and he never led me astray. However, I do feelApril Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1077494038700050612004-02-22T17:53:00.000-06:002004-02-22T17:56:41.233-06:00You know how your mom always said that if you sleep with a guy on the first date, he'll never respect you. She was quite right. That cardinal rule was put into place for good reason. Ya'd think I might learn. Alas, no. It just sucks because I realize the motivation for my stupid moves and still there's nothing I can do. I am frantically searching for diversions...just a fuckin' distraction April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1076483531682811312004-02-11T01:12:00.000-06:002004-02-11T01:16:50.246-06:00He said I will never be what you need. To which I replied...... Nothing. There is nothing left to say to that. I wanted to scream, to cry, sob and weep. To scream ALL I NEED IS FOR YOU TO LOVE ME! At that moment I figured that was too much to ask. Now, I realize that it's quite a small request. Love is never too much to ask for. It's what everyone deserves. I have come to this just as I April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1075361816825722632004-01-29T01:36:00.000-06:002004-01-29T01:39:06.246-06:00Oh my. Has it been so long? I guess that it indeed has. So much to say and yet I can't find the words, which really defeats the purpose of this little endeavor. I'm losing sleep as usual. April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1071392449519063032003-12-14T03:00:00.000-06:002003-12-14T03:03:13.233-06:00I'm a fuckin' loser. It's true. I have neglected my dear bloggidy blog....so sad.There has been much turmoil in the world of April Love. I have found myself alienating myself from the people that I love most in a feeble attempt to get things together. I've decided to drop out of college.....AGAIN, and I plan to attend cosmetology school. I've heard the laughs from those around me, but I April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1067417411936208472003-10-29T02:50:00.000-06:002003-10-29T02:53:47.903-06:00So, I kinda met a guy. I don't really know how to feel about that. He seems relatively sane and quite nice. In a way it feels wrong. I can't explain this insanity, just trust me on this one. I've spent so long pouring my efforts into other facets of my life that I feel a bit strange with this new thing in my life. It's nothing yet, but it may become something, whatever that means. I just April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1067416520567615892003-10-29T02:35:00.000-06:002003-10-29T02:35:27.920-06:00The trip was quite fabulous. There was much merry-making and if I had the capability to post pictures I would place the photo of us on our way to the show...it was HOTT! Anywho...I digress.April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1066153513166082002003-10-14T12:45:00.000-05:002003-10-14T12:57:39.656-05:00Today I had jury duty. I was excused. Cool. Whatever.Thursday I will be enjoying the exploits of Eddie Izzard in the lovely state of Ohio. I'm quite ecstatic about it....Joining me will be GaiaMary and ChristoCarto...Good Times! Ten hours of driving should be fun.In other news.....Leslie Makinababy is now Leslie Hasababy. Clearly she's gonna wrap it up from now on. Yes, our boy is here. April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1064898258868621452003-09-30T00:04:00.000-05:002003-09-30T00:04:18.976-05:00Unfortunately I have been thinking for days now and that can never be good. There are so many things in my everyday life that I must let go of. Things that will drive me nuts if I don't. I hold on to so many stupid things. Material things and emotional things. I have finally figured out that what we hear people say is not always what they mean. I think that I often hear what I need to hear.April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1064000791609500492003-09-19T14:46:00.000-05:002003-09-19T14:48:18.086-05:00I will turn twenty-five years old before the year's end. Keeping that in mind, you can imagine my shock and dismay when my father informed me that he had "been on a couple of dates with a girl". It was clear by the emphasis on "girl" that I would not be pleased. I replied, "Oh, God." He looked shocked. Like he had not begged for this reaction. I added, "Please tell me that she's not youngerApril Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1063787996436825102003-09-17T03:39:00.000-05:002003-09-17T03:59:02.466-05:00I can't do this anymore. Nothing has ever hurt this badly. It feels like a cinder block is sitting on my chest. I wish that I could pull through the lava that fills my head. What can I do? How can I change things? It's happening again and I'm more scared than I have ever been.April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1063560747591368562003-09-14T12:32:00.000-05:002003-09-14T12:35:14.313-05:00So much has come to light the past few weeks. I think that I may be a better person because of it, but it's still new and I can't possibly be sure yet. I feel my life beginning to shift and change and I don't quite know if it's a good thing. I'm just trying to let things take there natural course.The Dashboard Confessional show was awesome. One of the best shows I've been to. I thought that April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1062383385868102012003-08-31T21:29:00.000-05:002003-08-31T21:31:29.550-05:00I am thrilled! I just got tickets to see Dashboard Confessional in HOT-lanta! My girl Jade-Lo will be joining me as she has purchased a ticket. There will be much joy and merry-making! Good times! I could just about piss my pants! That is the only event that could have salvaged this otherwise shit day.It appears that some of my worst fears will be coming to fruition in the coming weeks. April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1061273107225873762003-08-19T01:05:00.000-05:002003-08-19T01:21:24.923-05:00I wrote this about a boy I once thought I loved. To read it, makes me feel pathetic. The tragedy is that it was not so long ago that my heart was used to the pain described herein. It's good to know that today is a new day.Have you ever wanted to kiss someone so badly that you ached for their lips to melt into yours like molten metal? For your lips and their lips to be forged together for April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1060235211417927892003-08-07T00:46:00.000-05:002003-08-07T00:47:38.170-05:00There was an incident when I last loved a dog. Apparently it has softened my feelings for the little critters. I actually carried much distaste for the canines of the planet, but cest la vie. I got a dog today. A puppy actually, and she is so damn adorable! Her name is Dizzy, in honor of one of my and ChristoCarto's favorite obsessions....Strangers with Candy. If you've never seen it...April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1059821452547872062003-08-02T05:50:00.000-05:002003-08-02T05:50:52.353-05:00Don't call me/Don't write/Don't show up in the middle of the night/You know that/We needed/Some time and space to breathe in/I still recall the words you said to me/It's what you did not say that sets me free/Now how can I/Find peace of mind/When you keep coming back again/It's not okay/For you to play/This game of seesaw with my head/Now it hurts too much/And it hits too hard/And I won't play April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1059820719292075712003-08-02T05:38:00.000-05:002003-08-02T05:38:39.150-05:00There was a disturbing dream and much contemplation on the meaning. I dreamed someone from my past was in the here and now. It would have been a ridiculous notion had it crossed my mind in the waking hours. He came to me spewing forth the bullshit that he is famous for....you know the type, he always knew what I wanted to hear and filled me full of it. There was a time when I thought it was April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1059470830270840782003-07-29T04:27:00.000-05:002003-07-29T04:28:21.313-05:00Well, let's see....I lost my karaoke virginity this evening. My friends maintain that I did a fabulous job, but I harbor my doubts. The adrenaline was pretty intense, which was cool.I'm in a funk tonight for no apparent reason. There are just some aspects of my life that are not as I would prefer them to be. It eats me up because I can't figure out for the life of me how to change things. ToApril Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1059206010730483732003-07-26T02:53:00.000-05:002003-07-26T02:56:09.196-05:00I've been thinking a lot today (Which I realize is always a hazard). I was in the car today with a good friend, and I looked out over the lake as we crossed the bridge, and I said to ChristoCarto very matter of fact like, "I would love to be standing on that bridge in about thirty minutes." He concurred that that would indeed be most fabulous. The sun was just beginning to set and the blazing April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1058302932346278662003-07-15T16:02:00.000-05:002003-07-15T17:16:42.380-05:00I love a good indie flick, I do. But, I have to admit that I'm a whore for a good summer blockbuster, high budget, ridiculously action packed movie. Last night I had the pleasure of seeing The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, it rocked! Oh yes, it was great. My Baby's Daddy Shane West is fabulous in it. It goes without saying that Sean Connerry was great too. Thursday, I will be seeing April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1057636503208232842003-07-07T22:55:00.000-05:002003-07-07T23:01:34.063-05:00I will never love another as much as I love you.That is so unfair.You have already loved others more than you love me and will again.I just couldn't be enough for you.I want to share my life with someone.I feel like I'm at a dead end slamming my heart into a brick wall.A new beginning is what I have to find.Men are such pig fuckers.April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-1056954477135392412003-06-30T01:27:00.000-05:002003-06-30T01:32:15.556-05:00YOU MUST SPONSOR JETT!!!!!!!Blogathon is steadily approaching and I know that we could all use some good karma, so GIVE, GIVE, GIVE! It can't hurt and you might help someone. I didn't give much, but I gave what I could. I know that Jett is good for some shits and giggles, she might even make us think. Sponsor her cuz I said so!April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-960055882003-06-25T00:13:00.000-05:002003-06-25T00:13:03.640-05:00Leslie Makinababy is having a boy. We so wanted a girl, but a boy will be fun. She harbors delusions that I will someday birth a daughter and that our children will get married and make us a bunch of grand-babies. Now, we all know that April Love is not entirely down with all this baby havin' hoo-ha. But, I let Mrs. Makinababy keep talkin' as to not upset her. I'm ecstatic, it's the first April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-958566682003-06-20T03:42:00.000-05:002003-06-20T03:44:18.000-05:00Sometimes a fun, little, upbeat song can knock you on your ass when you least expect it.We could go out and not even leave the house / A TV set and a bottle of wine is just fine / Making out on that old pull out couch / Watching Saturday Night Live.Coyote Shivers--SugarhighThese words convey perfection. Everything that I need, well if you add a blazing sunrise, rests in those simple lyrics.SNL, April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-957440472003-06-17T01:03:00.000-05:002003-06-17T01:18:46.000-05:00Ok kiddies. I always get a kick out of my referrals, but I don't share them with my very small, but noble and loyal nontheless, readership. They're usually just searches for lyrics from bands that I've linked. Okay, one of the three bands that I shamelessly promote, but you get the idea. Nothing interesting, until now. First of all, when Beaten and left for dead was googled, my little site April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-957052562003-06-15T23:58:00.000-05:002003-06-16T00:28:58.000-05:00So, I'm feelin' all angsty lately. I can't really describe it. I'm happy all together, but angsty all the same. I've had all these epiphanies of late. They are as follows:1.) I must forego exstensive therapy to cure my major malfunction.2.) The thing that I want most is the one fuckin' thing I can NOT have.My major malfunction has forever been present, but became all too clear last night atApril Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-955339912003-06-10T22:38:00.000-05:002003-06-10T22:38:38.520-05:00Today I am more scared than I have ever been. There are obvious things that come with living that scare me, but it's the smaller stuff that seems to be kicking my ass. The other day I was damn near giddy. Don't get me wrong, I want to be happy, but it scares the shit out of me because I am certain that I'll fuck it up. I'm afraid that in order to move forward, I'll be forced to ruin what I April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-954106662003-06-07T13:24:00.000-05:002003-06-07T13:32:17.000-05:00So, I discovered another great band. Channel Zero, from Florida, rocked my socks off. They are a great, laid-back, rock band. You should check 'em out. The guys in the band were great too. I dig their sound.April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-951481032003-06-01T04:38:00.000-05:002003-06-01T19:33:06.000-05:00I sit here awake while I should be sleeping. I'm down to three potential hours to sleep. I can't make myself sleep. I lie in bed thinking about my last relationship. It was not ideal, but I miss so many things about that part of my life. Most of all, I miss being someone's someone special. I miss being able to just kiss that person and not fear that I have crossed some invisible line. A April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-950266232003-05-29T02:02:00.000-05:002003-05-29T02:02:25.160-05:00There is a person in my life that means more to me than anyone I have ever come in contact with. I tell him often that he means a lot to me, but I don't think that he realizes just how important he is in my life. He is the most talented and incredible person I have ever met. The funny thing is that he is so modest. I can't tell him enough how great he is, because he doesn't buy it. I feel April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-950258172003-05-29T01:30:00.000-05:002003-05-29T01:34:04.000-05:00I very rarely get attached to animals. The reason is a bit complicated, so I will dispence upon you the abridged version. I am an extremely emotional person and I realize that animals often die, so to not have nervous breakdowns every day I distance myself from my pets. I get enough shit from humans. My friend Leslie Makinababy has a little dog. She is the cutest thing you've ever seen. SheApril Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-946693142003-05-20T23:32:00.000-05:002003-05-20T23:32:43.333-05:00This evening I witnessed a tragedy worthy of the Bard himself. At my local pre-teen accessory haven, where I am notsogainfully employed, in walk a couple. Cute guy, approximately eighteen. Cute girl, obviously younger. They meander around my little corner of retail looking passively at this and that. When suddenly, cute girl picks up an adolescent Spongebob Squarepants stationary set and April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-942789382003-05-13T13:20:00.000-05:002003-05-13T13:20:42.000-05:00As a child, I didn't really watch cartoons. It's strange, I know. Last night I watched Secret of N.I.M.H., and it was good stuff. My pals ChristoCarto, Miss Candy and Leslie Makinababy were onhand for the event, and it was good times. April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-940949502003-05-10T01:39:00.000-05:002003-05-10T01:39:20.070-05:00The hardest thing I've ever had to do is say the things that are difficult to voice. The funny thing is that I didn't really say them, I kind of tip-toed around them and let the words be interpretted as the receiver found fit, I don't know if it was an accurate reading or not. I pour emotion out to a scrap of paper, but when the flesh and blood inspiration for everything good that is in me is April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-939148922003-05-07T02:52:00.000-05:002003-05-07T02:53:39.000-05:00I was browsing through my library of music today and I came across an old favorite. Not really old, but I hadn't thought about it in a while. My dear Johnny Lang. That boy tears my crack out! The emotion in his voice just racks me. Here's a snippit.... I know you lost your faith in me, but I still believe.
Can I make you understand? Can I make you see?
I am desperate for your love and April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-938488612003-05-06T02:22:00.000-05:002003-05-06T02:22:56.733-05:00My aunt has a vintage 1978 Mercedes Roadster convertible. It's a fabulous, subdued shade of yellow. For as long as I can remember, I admired that car from afar. It was made the same year that I was and that just made it even more special. When I turned 16, I got to drive it. I'll never forget the feel of sliding into that worn leather seat. I felt like a princess on her throan. I still April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-937876342003-05-05T02:18:00.000-05:002003-05-05T02:21:38.000-05:00I find that relationships, romantic ones at least, go through a cycle. It's much like the explosion of a star. There is the initial bright blast that is pretty and twinkly. That's the time when everything is new and there seems to be no end to the happiness. You are certain that it will be this way forever and sometimes it is. More times than not though, there comes the final explosion, the April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-937871882003-05-05T02:03:00.000-05:002003-05-05T02:03:00.383-05:00My family and I finally got ourselves moved. It takes time to get yourself out to the Land of Rednecks. It's not quite as horrible as I had anticipated. April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-937215492003-05-03T17:14:00.000-05:002003-05-06T02:26:01.000-05:00Have you ever had a lapse in judgement that is so huge that you wonder if you should be allowed to continue to move about the world un-monitored? I had one of those last night. It was all in good bad fun, until I realized the repurcussions (sp.?) of said actions. Although there was the inevitable drama today, I find that some things have been brought to light that have made my burden much April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-932261602003-04-25T01:36:00.000-05:002003-04-25T01:36:47.593-05:00Jade-Lo and I have been partaking of cheerleader beer tonight and Candy has had lots of beer and the boys don't complain. We're all naked and getting drunker by the minute. It's Good Times! Good night all! There will be much merry-making tonight!April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-932191962003-04-24T22:45:00.000-05:002003-04-24T22:45:20.813-05:00Sorry for the melodrama as of late. Joseph has ended and I find myself in a state of restless unease. I auditioned for a summer show, but my audition was a disaster at best. There is a reason for everything, or so I've been told. Joseph turned out to be a really great experience and I'm a little meloncholy at the thought of it being over.My family and I are moving to another house in a city April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-925225842003-04-13T05:24:00.000-05:002003-04-13T05:24:44.153-05:00What do you do when your life crumbles within the confines of a single sentence? Noble readership, wherever and whomever you may be, I ask you to give me your input. I thought that I had found that something that makes waking up in the morning worth the fucking trouble. I was ill-advised to say the least. Where the hell do I go from here? I just don't know anymore.April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-921737602003-04-07T16:09:00.000-05:002003-04-10T01:07:43.000-05:00Ok kiddos, I don't have a clue what the hell happened on that last post. [ed. note: I fixed that shit, April Love....snoochies, Jett] Let's start over shall we. I saw Will Hoge Saturday night and they, as usual, rocked my socks off. These guys give you the best live show I've ever experienced. You should all go check them out. The lyrics are genuine and touching and everything else that April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-921731392003-04-07T15:59:00.000-05:002003-04-07T16:08:20.000-05:00I fucking knew it!!!Jude Law: you like them romantic and British withbeauiful green eyes.
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April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-918996082003-04-03T01:24:00.000-06:002003-04-03T01:27:30.000-06:00I am obessed with the color red and always have been. For the last few months, I have realized how much I am like my father's mother whom I never had the chance to meet. I am much like my maternal grandmother, but I am seeing more of Goldie these days. I share her sharp wit and obsession with red, but most of all I share her temper. I can take a lot, but push me to the edge and I can't be April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-918283762003-04-02T01:13:00.000-06:002003-04-02T01:29:51.000-06:00One of my dearest friends has found herself in the midst of a heartache. I know her fairly well and have no doubt that she will fully recover. I came across these lyrics from one of my favorite bands and thought that they were all too appropriate.Standing tall I still breathe, my heart is nailed to your sleeve. Hurt but living, I'll go on. And every day has it's dawn.--AdelaydaYou know who April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-916123992003-03-29T12:45:00.000-06:002003-03-29T12:47:41.000-06:00I think I must have lied without realizing. Anybody that knows me, knows that this is a load of hoo-ha.You have indigo hair. You are thoughtful, deep, andsometimes solemn. You are a very centered andserious person, always looking for an answer.
What is your inner anime hair color? brought to you by QuizillaInteresting huh? I am anything but solemn and centered...maybe I'm solemn and centered April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-914006942003-03-26T02:44:00.000-06:002003-03-26T02:46:34.000-06:00Ok Cyberia...Here is a first. I am opening a door that I may hope to slam after it is done. Here is an excerpt from the book I've been writing. It's only for my own therapy, but I chose to let you people in, so here goes.Here I am, in New York City. Somehow I have found myself in a one room apartment located in the heart of the city that never sleeps. New York is like a heartbeat. It pulsesApril Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-914000142003-03-26T02:20:00.000-06:002003-03-26T02:28:27.000-06:00Rehearsals for Joseph are getting hard core. Our tyrant director is not the warmest lady I've ever met. She loves to say "Fuck" in front of the five year olds in the show. That's fun.In other news, I'm gettin' all tan and hot for the impending summer. This is the last summer all of my homies and I will be together. Everyone is heading their respective ways and I wish them all well. The April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-912663492003-03-24T01:04:00.000-06:002003-03-24T01:04:20.403-06:00When you are Hopelessly Drunktm and leave your big-ole glass of ice water across the room, that is a Very Bad Thingtm.Jett Superiornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-912632932003-03-23T23:46:00.000-06:002003-03-23T23:46:06.700-06:00Boy howdy, I'm drunk (or, as we would say here in The Glorious Southtm, "DRAWNK").Pardon the interruption, Miss April Love, I may very well be out of line posting this here on your blog, but a girl's gotta vent, now....Jett Superiornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-911381352003-03-21T12:49:00.000-06:002003-03-21T12:49:57.340-06:00The Land of Retail--in one scene by April LoveThere was an incident.Yesterday, as I was catering to the preteen jewelry needs of the South, I met Satan. My manager and I had taken on the task of spiffing up our store for a powers that be visit. We were rockin' the suburbs. As it neared time to close up shop, at five minutes till close, a woman (Satan) and a child (Spawn of Satan) entered my April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-909782122003-03-19T01:31:00.000-06:002003-03-20T00:05:53.000-06:00The boy that I almost married crossed my mind today. It became painfully obvious that I was never in love with him. I loved him, a part of me always will love him. I realized that I loved him because he loved me. Towards the end, I loved him because I thought that I would never find anyone to love me again. It's a sad revelation, but I'm glad that I finally understand it all. I have April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-907891662003-03-15T22:05:00.000-06:002003-03-15T22:07:54.000-06:00I once fell in love with a man that was emotionally unavailable. He was everything I had ever hoped or prayed to find. I loved him simply and completely, the way that you should love another. I am quite certain that he loved me as well, but our respective issues left our relationship (or lack there of) in ruins.I had an epiphany as I showered the other day. I think that although we maintain April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-904431832003-03-10T01:09:00.000-06:002003-03-10T01:13:41.000-06:00My mother assures me that I am becoming my grandmother, Mema to be exact. She thinks that this observation will "whip me into shape," but in reality I'm quite honored to be compared to Mema. My grandmother is the second funniest person I've ever met. She says what she wants to say and doesn't give a shit what people think of that. I love that about her. I actually wish I were more like her April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-902281652003-03-06T02:50:00.000-06:002003-03-06T03:00:44.000-06:00Upon my birth, my father had a mild crisis. He was wounded by disappointment. All the infant sports equipment and blue onesies must be returned to their respective retail homes and exchanged for the dreaded pink, that heralds...."It's a GIRL! Fucker." These were dark days for my father. He wanted a boy so badly, but learned to accept the bundle of joy that was me. I was all girl. There April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-901388282003-03-04T17:05:00.000-06:002003-03-04T17:10:38.000-06:00Two of my nearest and dearest are tying the knot...Wow! The bride and I went in search of dresses. It was an experience. We spoke in code about the impending birth of the baby. It was pretty hilarious. It's so strange to see these two planning a wedding. They are perfect for each other, and I kinda helped hook them up. I love these guys. Even before they admitted that they loved each April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-899898812003-03-02T01:44:00.000-06:002003-03-02T01:44:02.653-06:00I have maybe ten journals stashed about my room. They are in various places and are whipped out based on my mood and the nature of the entry at hand. It would be catastrophic if one of these books fell into the wrong hands. I use my powers for good, but in the wrong hands..... You see my dilemma. I write down things that should never be committed to paper. I should take these things to the April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-897659952003-02-26T02:44:00.000-06:002003-02-26T02:46:08.000-06:00I wonder how it feels to make someone your life and then realize that you will never be enough. They will always need more, but they have always been more than enough for you. Just a thought.April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-896977802003-02-25T00:56:00.000-06:002003-02-25T01:03:47.000-06:00I babysat tonight for the first time in ages. It was quite fun. I am a nervous wreck around kids when they're in my sole care.I've written a short story since the tykes hit the hay. It's kind of taken on a life of it's own. It began as a fictional foray into my twisted brain, but has become autobiographical in nature. All names have been changed to protect the innocent. It felt quite April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-895640382003-02-22T14:25:00.000-06:002003-02-23T10:30:52.000-06:00"It's a big box of sleepy goodness!"That is the phrase my girl Jade-Lo used to describe our love for huge sleigh beds. I thought it was fucking hysterical! Good Times! This girl is gonna be an opening act for the kick-ass headlining act that ChristoCarto and I will be writing someday. It's gonna be CRAZY man!In other news, I'm reading a very sad book. I'll keep you posted on that. It hasn'tApril Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-893617162003-02-19T02:55:00.000-06:002003-02-19T02:55:43.463-06:00Lately I find myself attempting to read people. I'm trying to understand their thoughts and what their motives are. I once could tell immediately and was amazingly dead on, usually. As of late, I have failed miserably. My heart is heavy and I can't pinpoint the reason, although I guess that deep down where I refuse to look, I know what the problem really is. I've tried to show the people in April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-892131922003-02-16T19:49:00.000-06:002003-02-16T19:49:05.700-06:00The other night as I returned from rehearsal, some people from my old church were sitting at my house. They lectured me, tried to guilt me, even bashed my friends. Do these tactics really work on anyone? These people feel that, based only on the fact that I am not seated on a pine pew every Sunday, I have become a horrible person. This is not true of course. I have been searching for years April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-891354702003-02-15T02:19:00.000-06:002003-02-15T02:19:49.160-06:00Well, well, well...It has been a while. I'm finally over my cooties, YAY! One of my favorite munchkins is now suffering from pneumonia...let's hope she feels way better soon!How 'bout Valentine's Day not being that bad this year? I stayed in my pj's until at least 4:30 pm today. When I finally emerged, Dearest Jett and her darling offspring brought me cookies. How sweet is that? Ole Jett April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-887732652003-02-08T17:12:00.000-06:002003-02-08T17:12:03.843-06:00I'm ikky, yukky sick. Yesterday, I thought the scratching in my throat was just the preamble to throat cancer because who better to brave throat cancer than April Love. I have this underlying fear, otherwise known as hypochondria, that I have some horrific disease. It sounds really funny and I even get a few chuckles about it myself. It actually keeps me up at night on occasion. Although theApril Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-887430702003-02-07T23:04:00.000-06:002003-02-08T14:03:49.000-06:00I must make reference to the dreaded holiday, yet again. I hate Valentine's Day, and not because it's a corporate conspiracy to sell more chocolate and flowers, although I truly believe that. I hate this saccarin sweet holiday because in it's design it makes all of us happily single folk feel we are lacking something for that one day. Any holiday that coats everything in red and it's ultimate April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-885179532003-02-04T00:25:00.000-06:002003-02-04T00:25:18.753-06:00We started rehearsals for Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat tonight. I think it will probably be a great experience. I will be assistant directing and I will be the baker that is imprisoned with Joseph. Good Times!April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-884455052003-02-02T19:15:00.000-06:002003-02-02T19:16:14.000-06:00I find myself at a crossroad. The issues in my life that are bringing me down, must be addressed. Every decision that I ponder is plagued with consequences. If I take the high road and let it all go, I have to look myself in the mirror and try to not ridicule myself for my non-action. If I take action, I have the inevitable, bad results that go with it. What is wrong with me. I've never hadApril Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-884139082003-02-02T01:45:00.000-06:002003-02-02T02:02:48.000-06:00I made it through. Here I am in one piece. I had a great weekend. I took a trip to visit a friend and we had a great time. We drank daiqueries and I read everyone's cards. My readings are not top notch, but they improve with everyone that I do....it's all about harnessing that energy.Tonight I went to a show, and I met two bands. One of my favorite bands right now is Adelayda. They are April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-883147272003-01-31T01:13:00.000-06:002003-01-31T01:13:11.076-06:00Here we are kiddios! I am drunk ot the seventh power and it's rough! I have partaken of approximately 10-12 shots and I'm having trouble with backspace and typing. If I miss a typo...sorry. ChristoCarot ius here and taking care of the masses. I must go regrettably!April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-883119962003-01-30T23:54:00.000-06:002003-01-30T23:54:07.253-06:00Alright alright! I'm up to shot number, approximately, 7. My dear ChristoCarto and Noodle and J-Law are almost here. There have been a couple of arrivals since my last post. Ryan Boytano arrived a little while ago. I think I will partake of another shot shortly. Have a great night kids, and I'll be back momentarily!April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-883076812003-01-30T22:15:00.000-06:002003-01-30T22:17:36.000-06:00Ok kids! I've had four shots thus far and the fun debauchery is just beginning. I am almost certain that I mispelled debauchery, but what the hell! We listened to Mr. Bigg during shots 3 and 4...Good Times! All my peoples are on their respective ways over, but I will keep you posted as the drunkeness progresses!April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-882990712003-01-30T19:14:00.000-06:002003-01-30T19:14:07.413-06:00I got a fifth of tequila and a bag of limes in my trunk. I'm ready to partake! There will be much merry-making this evening. There may just even be a few intoxicated posts later! I'm bursting with fruit flavor! April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-882590972003-01-30T03:30:00.000-06:002003-01-30T03:46:13.000-06:00I have been pondering my past and the paths that I have chosen along the way. Largely in part to my Dearest Jett, we had a chat and it got me thinking. I remember my first semester of college vividly. I had never left home before, so this was an enormous adventure. I still remember the faint smell of new, ivory colored paint on the walls of my dorm room. The day that I met my room-mate, my April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-880890832003-01-27T03:53:00.000-06:002003-01-27T03:53:30.000-06:00Oh yeah! Just an update kids. I got a part in the show.Good Times!April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-880888042003-01-27T03:40:00.000-06:002003-01-27T03:44:37.000-06:00I like to think of myself as a "well traveled, cultured" gal. I'm even delusional enough to believe that I have, by the skin of my teeth, avoided picking up any of the redneck-esque habits of my loved ones. This is, of course, absolutely not the case. I have picked up some of those things that drive me batty. The most obvious, my token southern "twang". I hate it, but I'm trying to learn to April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-880321712003-01-25T22:12:00.000-06:002003-01-25T22:25:57.000-06:00Have you ever watched someone sleep. Just for the sheer joy that it brings you. Those moments are some of life's best, ya know. When you care so deeply for another human being that their sleep is art to your insomnia. There was a night when I caught sight of the man that I had hoped to spend the rest of my life with, in the midst of a dream. He flailed his arms and spoke in riddles, but it April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-878339872003-01-22T04:34:00.000-06:002003-01-22T04:34:07.510-06:00My great-grandmother took care of me when I was a baby. Only while my mother had the task of being the second in a dual income home. This great-grandmother worshipped the little ground that I walked on. I think this lends itself to my attitude to this day, I like being worshipped. It's a curse. Thanks Nanny, seriously. She molded me into part of who I am today. In some ways I learned by April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-878334132003-01-22T04:12:00.000-06:002003-01-22T04:12:26.050-06:00My friend Candy and I have an unhealthy obsession with the Waffle House at 3 in the morning and men we can't have. It's GOOD TIMES! The only reason we can't have said men is because we are both too chicken to say what we want. Who'd have thunk I'm shy at times. Hmmmmm? I tend to be Matchmaker International, but my efforts as of late have been unsuccessful at best. Maybe I've lost my touch.April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-877704672003-01-21T00:21:00.000-06:002003-01-21T00:27:26.000-06:00Can I just say? I am ecstatic about the new Harry Potter. April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-877534612003-01-20T18:06:00.000-06:002003-01-20T18:13:46.000-06:00How 'bout a FUCKIN' cappacino.I think I'll make one before I bite through a nail. I'm a tad bit irritated at the world today and I don't know why exactly that is. There are choices to be made by some people in my life and they just refuse to make a decision. I really can't complain, as I am one of the most indecisive gals that I know. Compared only to ChristoCarto's indecisiveness. No, I'm April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-877470482003-01-20T15:43:00.000-06:002003-01-20T15:43:31.183-06:00There was a time in my life when I was a puppet. I know that this is difficult for some to conceive of, but 'tis true. I used to live for others, but now I have become a selfish bitch. That's ok, but it's kind of nice to be someone's leaning post too. I am a walking contradiction. At least I'm fully aware of it. I guess that makes it healthy. April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-877463622003-01-20T15:29:00.000-06:002003-01-20T15:29:24.466-06:00Weekends rock! April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-876293282003-01-18T00:51:00.000-06:002003-01-18T00:51:46.106-06:00I find myself in a strange place these days. There are things that we wait our whole lives for and sometimes they meander into our lives and sometimes they don't. Lots of things find us and they're all fucked up. I'm there right now. But, I'll figure it out. I feel like my life at large is on hiatus, like a shitty sitcom or something. April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-876288672003-01-18T00:36:00.000-06:002003-01-18T00:36:18.590-06:00Sweet Mary had a little surgery today. So, I'm sending good, happy, healthy vibes out into the spiritual realm for my little Gaia.April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-875722772003-01-16T22:19:00.000-06:002003-01-16T22:19:30.633-06:00The dreaded holiday is steadily approaching. Yes, Valentine's Day is less than one month away.Please prepare for impact.April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-875234892003-01-16T02:22:00.000-06:002003-01-16T02:24:58.000-06:00Hello dearies! So, the update on my crazy mother is as follows. She completely unhinged the fury of Carrie on me today and rationalized it by throwing in my face AGAIN that I don't pay bills here. But I prevailed, I totally disarmed her with my brilliance as I pointed out that I was sorry that I raised my voice (which I was), and that her temper tantrum had unfairly made her look like the bad April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-875083362003-01-15T20:00:00.000-06:002003-01-15T20:00:14.316-06:00Today a good friend of mine came up for a visit, it was great to see her. I realize more everyday how much my friends are like my family. I love those guys.Enough of the sapppppp!!!I have an admission of guilt. I am a whore for cheesy, teen angst television. For the first time tonight, I was home on a Wednesday night. At seven-ish I turned to my local WB station and sat back to prepare for a April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-875079172003-01-15T19:51:00.000-06:002003-01-15T19:51:13.116-06:00MY MOTHER IS COMPLETELY FREAKIN' NUTS!!!!!!!!!!April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-874558542003-01-14T22:12:00.000-06:002003-01-14T22:12:02.613-06:00The audition went quite well, if anyone cares!April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-874093572003-01-14T03:18:00.000-06:002003-01-14T03:20:58.000-06:00I just had a revelation. I've been thinking a lot about marriage and what my stand on it is at this point. I'm only 24, but as a woman, we are inundated with the idea that we should be married by the time we're thirty or that we've failed in some way. There was a time in my life, just a couple of years ago, when I thought that to have a complete life I had to get married and have a family. I April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096944.post-874088582003-01-14T02:54:00.000-06:002003-01-14T02:54:39.983-06:00I'm not sure what the hell is up with my comments.....but I'm all over it.April Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17298553077559690184noreply@blogger.com