<?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-7113692</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:31:35.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repent or Die</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eric</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113692.post-116049497493547853</id><published>2006-10-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T08:42:54.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=1250777722&amp;type=video&amp;cp=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get this video and more at &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1250777722&amp;n=2"&gt;MySpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113692-116049497493547853?l=repentordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/feeds/116049497493547853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113692&amp;postID=116049497493547853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/116049497493547853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/116049497493547853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/2006/10/get-this-video-and-more-at-myspace.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113692.post-108796391203878136</id><published>2004-06-22T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T21:11:52.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I?</title><content type='html'> Can I take back a year?&lt;br /&gt; Gloss over my mistakes?&lt;br /&gt; Can I take back my pride&lt;br /&gt; Put an end to this ride?&lt;br /&gt; Can I know that this is worth it?&lt;br /&gt; Give me proof it's for the best&lt;br /&gt; Can I sleep in arms that will hold me?&lt;br /&gt; Can I bury my regret?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113692-108796391203878136?l=repentordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/feeds/108796391203878136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113692&amp;postID=108796391203878136' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108796391203878136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108796391203878136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/2004/06/can-i.html' title='Can I?'/><author><name>Eric</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113692.post-108726857958544141</id><published>2004-06-14T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T20:02:59.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEBODY SAVE ME!</title><content type='html'> (Insert Smallville's theme song here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This past week has been less than steller. I am waiting to hear about a job and stuck at my Mom's all day. The phone never rang. THe other night I go to the eye doctor and find out I am going to have to wear an eye patch for a while (HAHAHAHAHA REASON TO SHOP THE PIRATE STORE, JEN).... got stuck going to a death metal show saturday.&lt;br /&gt; I wanna come home so bad.&lt;br /&gt; HOME.&lt;br /&gt; 0&lt;br /&gt; M&lt;br /&gt; E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113692-108726857958544141?l=repentordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/feeds/108726857958544141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113692&amp;postID=108726857958544141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108726857958544141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108726857958544141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/2004/06/somebody-save-me.html' title='SOMEBODY SAVE ME!'/><author><name>Eric</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113692.post-108692927717465579</id><published>2004-06-10T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T21:47:57.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Thing On?</title><content type='html'> Hey Kiddos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Things continue rolling along as usual. Being home is not the blessing I'd thought it would be... and to be honest, I am farther from home now than I'd imagined I would be.&lt;br /&gt;  The thing that saddens me is how easily people let eachother go. You enjoy a friendship with someone and love them... then one day it just doesn't hold together anymore. This is a common thing that comes up in my life. I've been told I am clingy and I've been told I am the best friend a person could have, and often both by the same person.&lt;br /&gt;  I have been out of SanFrancisco for three weeks and already I notice that some people have forgotten how to respond to emails.... I find that people I grew up with here would rather watch tv than hang out.&lt;br /&gt;  The lesson I am learning is to offer much less to people and save more for myself. FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, You're cool, FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;  Sarah has been my friend for years. She and I seem to have come back here at the same time for a reason. We're offering eachother strength, advice and a fuck load of laughs. She is, hands down, one of the finest human beings around. &lt;br /&gt;  We went out last night after spending the day dying in 105degree heat (and humid too, so my balls were around my knees).... went to a bar down the street from her place and got hammered! I have not laughed so hard in ages... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  RANDOM GIRL - Cindy is going to put some Usher on the juke box&lt;br /&gt;  ME - Cindy is a whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Everyone in the bar heard me and after a tense moment the whole place bust out laughing and suddenly some guys were buying Sarah and I another round. &lt;br /&gt;  Sarah, being a sexy, sexy gal also ended up scoring us a bag of weed and some good blow. We went back to her place and got fucked up... I drew her a beautiful fairy which she hung up in a frame... we talked about what dirty things we wanna do to David Beckham (get vanity fair!) and eventually crashed out two very happy fools.&lt;br /&gt;  She is going to be going to school for skin care and the place she is going offers a massuse program. Both of us have ADD so we are going to co-habitate for a year and help eachother get through it..... that is if I can handle this place another year.&lt;br /&gt;  I miss Jay. &lt;br /&gt;  Why Didn't I realize how much this boy loved me? Why didn't I love him back?!?! We are having a beautiful email thing at the moment... but I want to be more connected.&lt;br /&gt;  I miss Padme.&lt;br /&gt;  I MISS PADME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyhow.... Rufus Wainwright went to boarding school here. This song is about the area I am in. Good old Dutchess County. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boys and girls of Millbrook&lt;br /&gt;Are on a train from New York&lt;br /&gt;Wearing new hats&lt;br /&gt;Shooting the shit&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Dutchess County, Bounty&lt;br /&gt;And all the evening breakdowns&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be washed from their hands&lt;br /&gt;The next very day, as they make way&lt;br /&gt;Eating the apple to the chapel, Holy&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try, they'll get away with murder&lt;br /&gt;Sure as the rain washes away and brings thunder&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me you can see it&lt;br /&gt;The gentle tower rising&lt;br /&gt;Over the pines, out of a book&lt;br /&gt;Zion mistaken for the state of Millbrook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113692-108692927717465579?l=repentordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/feeds/108692927717465579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113692&amp;postID=108692927717465579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108692927717465579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108692927717465579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/2004/06/is-this-thing-on.html' title='Is This Thing On?'/><author><name>Eric</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113692.post-108655341812851900</id><published>2004-06-06T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T13:23:38.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PULSE PUMPING ACTION</title><content type='html'> Been a strange weekend.&lt;br /&gt; Had sex with someone who I have skirted the issue with for years. Not going to go into details about it (cuz I'm just not that kinda guy) but it was freaky. Like a dream, there was no logic to it. It seems kinda like it happened to someone else.&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I found out that Mom and Peter want to send me to school to get my massage lisence... that is great as I'd always have a trade to fall back on... but it'd mean a full year here. I'm torn between what I want - not into spending a year in Poughkeepsie. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Harry Potter was worth seeing.&lt;br /&gt; Spiritualized - amazing grace - is the album you need to get. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113692-108655341812851900?l=repentordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/feeds/108655341812851900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113692&amp;postID=108655341812851900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108655341812851900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108655341812851900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/2004/06/pulse-pumping-action.html' title='PULSE PUMPING ACTION'/><author><name>Eric</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113692.post-108636010690052222</id><published>2004-06-04T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T07:41:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE DOESN"T LOVE ME</title><content type='html'> Oh Justin.... why? Why do you deny me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Had to start off with a little bit of silly because I need to purge some deep thoughts here. May get a little.......blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, this "return home and get better" experement was/is a total failure. What has past is past but the echos still linger. I am having memory floods that get triggered by the slightest thing. Sometimes they are memories that I repressed for a reason. &lt;br /&gt; I lived here for the first 25 years of my life. Those were not the best of times. They were spent feeling funny and distant. A boy uncomfortable in his own skin. Someone who abused himself to feel something physical to balance the emotional pain. He was a sad, lonesome boy. &lt;br /&gt; I didn't sleep last night as the last shards of addiction ravage my system. I sat in the same chair looking at the wall for 8 hours. My mother woke up and was pissed off that I was up before she and her husband went to work. I had been sitting there in a coma of depression all night, drinking a bottle of wine in the dark.... wanted to talk to Mom and let her in on some of what is keeping me a step from suicide.... and she didn't care. &lt;br /&gt; I wanna sleep. Tried going through photos. &lt;br /&gt; There are so few pictures of me. Most pictures focus on my sister's relationship with her husband and their kids... or Mom's relationship with Peter. I kept looking through the boxes, shocked that I wasn't in any of these pics.... then the realization.... I was always left behind because "someone has to take care of the dogs." or "You wouldn't be anything but bored, Eric."&lt;br /&gt; My family has families of their own and I am not part of them. The only family I have is Kevin and Padme, Jen and Josh. My SF life is when I found myself and like a fool I lost him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113692-108636010690052222?l=repentordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/feeds/108636010690052222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113692&amp;postID=108636010690052222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108636010690052222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108636010690052222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/2004/06/justin-timberlake-doesnt-love-me.html' title='JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE DOESN&quot;T LOVE ME'/><author><name>Eric</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113692.post-108554338400246864</id><published>2004-05-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T20:49:44.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARANOID ANDROID</title><content type='html'>   I have been back in my hometown for five days and already I am starting to wonder how much longer? It smells really nice. The summertime humidity has caused several impressive lightning shows. The quiet is cool....&lt;br /&gt;   So far I have made the rounds &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113692-108554338400246864?l=repentordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/feeds/108554338400246864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113692&amp;postID=108554338400246864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108554338400246864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113692/posts/default/108554338400246864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repentordie.blogspot.com/2004/05/paranoid-android.html' title='PARANOID ANDROID'/><author><name>Eric</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
