<?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-10794068</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:35:10.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scars cars and broken hearts</title><subtitle type='html'>life, love, tears in beers, country songs, hoes, flows, and that one girl that i'd do anything to make smile.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-116122882944030334</id><published>2006-10-18T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:33:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pre season bbbbbitches!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ITS PRE SEASON!!!!! NOVEMBER 2 BE THE DAY WE START OUR CHAMP RUN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-116122882944030334?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/116122882944030334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=116122882944030334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/116122882944030334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/116122882944030334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/10/pre-season-bbbbbitches.html' title='pre season bbbbbitches!!!!!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-115406118761951368</id><published>2006-07-27T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:33:08.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO SPURS GO MOFO!</title><content type='html'>who the hell reads my posts anymore? who in their right mind would still look at my page of blogs? i have nothing but work now? im consumed of work and drinking. my girlfriend doesnt have time for me....and i sit here waiting for the basketball season to start and football hasnt even started yet. changes have been made. dallas threw around some money so they could get who they wanted like some executive throwing money at a one dollar hooker to get his way with her. detroit loses a wallace. the spurs lose two centers. but gain two more with hope....and for less money. a sad day when youre high dollar dog doesnt produce and the man we paid for less surpasses expectation. my life is in turmoil as long as the spurs dont occupy the sbc center....my mistake the at&amp;t center. just topsy turvey. i have no team during this time. i have nothing but work and beer. nothing but worry and hollowness. oh yea bowen's on the us team.... =) im happy for him to finally represent the us like that. THE SHOW STOPPA!!!!!!! ....but thats not enough for me. i want to hear about all the spurs. timmy, and manu, and tony p, and horry, and mike f. all of em. but now i must sit here and wait...wait for the season opener. wait for that first game tip off. because i will not miss it. i will go to work late or even skip it to watch that game. to watch the beginning of the run that is the championship run. the run of 06-07. when the spurs bring home the fourth title and dallas sits empty handed. emypty handed with bloated pay checks to sign to people that didnt deliver. checks that mark cuban's mouth cant write....like winning a championship. now that i think about it...if i owned my own NBA team. if i had the money. i would be an asshole too. but only an asshole to mark cuban. just so we could compete in being assholes to each other. =) cause i have faith in my team. i know there will be times we will lose but i will be there despite everything. despite the late fourth quarter run that came up short. or the three pointer missed at the buzzer. i will be there despite everything cause theyre the boys of s.a.town. because they are forever inked onto my back and in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: MARK CUBAN. YOU ARE ME....EXCEPT FOR THE MAVS. GO SPURS GO MOFO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-115406118761951368?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/115406118761951368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=115406118761951368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/115406118761951368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/115406118761951368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-spurs-go-mofo.html' title='GO SPURS GO MOFO!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114845015395633683</id><published>2006-05-23T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:04:50.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember the alamo-remember the spurs</title><content type='html'>remember the alamo. flags made by opposing forces which wished to drive out mexico so texas could be annexed into america. remember the spurs. a saying i think we should say while the world of basketball continues to turn without our spurs. we've been pushed aside, by the neighbors which we seem to dislike yet put up with since the state of texas is big enough for the both of us, and out of the picture. yes, i do hope the mavs are eliminated and fall on their fat stupid faces. i hope mark cuban keeps talking so we can make him eat his words next year when we win the title back.   id rather detriot have it then dallas. yes, i hope detriot wins it so we can win it back from them next year. i dont want to give dallas the satisfaction of winning the title. yes, they beat us. they beat a team that actually had a shot of winning the title. what are they gonna do? theyre gonna lose. thats what theyll do. theyre still seeking a title when we sit with three. and next year we will add another to that three. we are a team of winners and competitors. timmy d. is a winner. manu g. is a competitor. tony p. is getting better at his mid-range. hopefully he conitues to work on it with his shooting coach and when the new season kicks off he will be a threat inside and out. robert h. .... the man has six rings enough said. micheal finley showed how much he wanted it. stick around mike and you will be rewarded. my boy brent b. didnt contribute too much in the mavs series but a baller none the less.  bruce b. aka the show stopper because he stops the show from going on. he can stop anyone from going off on us. hes a defensive machine. and the minor, yet as important, players such as beno u., nazr m., van e., sean m., rasho n., and fabricio o. i still cringe when i think about the whole scenario. i refuse to look at the sports section utnil next season. after each season there is a hole in me which nothing else can fill except the spurs. i am now summer kris. but when that season opener comes im a different kris. totally motivated and devoted to the spurs. nothing has me as captured as the spurs. im hooked. declared a spurs fan, since i was born, by my father. i wont stop. a spurs fan till the day i die. i bleed black and silver. and i will always remember the spurs. remember the spurs in this time of darkness. the alamo was taken over and every soldier killed but we won the war and now we stand under the flag of red white and blue. the spurs lost the battle with the mavs but we will win the war and we will stand under the banner of black and silver. REMEMBER THE SPURS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114845015395633683?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114845015395633683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114845015395633683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114845015395633683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114845015395633683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/05/remember-alamo-remember-spurs.html' title='remember the alamo-remember the spurs'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114705761156406977</id><published>2006-05-07T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:06:51.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>week work days???</title><content type='html'>booooo!!!!!! i work five days in a row! who the hell does that? like seriously. geez. ive never heard of a five day working week. we should have tuesday and thursday off. everyone. well ok not everyone just the suckers thatre all duh ok ill work. the week goes by way faster when i have those days off. it makes me be like i work today uhh ok not that bad. cause i know that my day off is just tomorrow. it makes everything all good. everyone should do it so i can have someone to party with when im off. aint nothing ever going down when im off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114705761156406977?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114705761156406977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114705761156406977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114705761156406977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114705761156406977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/05/week-work-days.html' title='week work days???'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114643155128246335</id><published>2006-04-30T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:12:31.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected call</title><content type='html'>why does the past always want to come back and bite you in the ass when things are going good??? for instance when youre in a relationship thats going good and then an old flame that u never really stopped loving just decides to come back. oh! just out of the blue i felt like calling and seeing how you are even though i havent called you in like four months. oh yeah i want to come back. BLAH!!!! you totally blew your chance. you dumped me to the curb like yesterdays garbage. and now you want to come back. ive given you enough chances. ive told you enough times how i wanted you back and after i gave you that last one chance. after i decide its best for me to move on... you decide that you want back in. uuuggghhhh! you haunt me no matter what i do. even after all those people told me about you. its not just one or two people that sad that but multiple people. more then a hand full. how you do this to guys. how you love them and leave them and then you find out that theyre starting to get along without you and they found someone new. then you want them back. i chose to ignore them cause i liked you soooo much. i thought she wouldnt do that. shes too sweet. shes too perfect. i hate that they were so right and that i was sooo wrong. so wrong it made me ashamed that i was willing to change for you. change whatever you didnt like. whatever you wanted changed about me. so willing to fold for you. i would have done anything for you. but not this time. not while im with the new girl. she hasnt done anything wrong. and i really do have fun with her. but if it doesnt work out. if the new girl DOESNT WORK OUT. then i'll call you. then i'll say hey lets do something. lets start up where we left off. yes im willing to give it another shot. so if you do it again to me thatll be number 3. the third time. three strikes youre out. do it once shame on you. do it twice shame on me. do it three times im just fucking stoopid. there wont be a chance for a fourth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: &lt;br /&gt;she seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame. &lt;br /&gt;All the torment and the pain &lt;br /&gt;Leaked through and covered me &lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to have her to myself &lt;br /&gt;Just to have her for myself &lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything to me &lt;br /&gt;The unrequited dream &lt;br /&gt;A song that no one sings &lt;br /&gt;The unattainable, Shes a myth that I have to believe in &lt;br /&gt;All I need to make it real is one more reason &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let this build up inside of me &lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me &lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me &lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A catch in my throat choke&lt;br /&gt;Torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;I won't, nO!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let this build up inside of me &lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me &lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me &lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't real &lt;br /&gt;I can't make her real &lt;br /&gt;She isn't real &lt;br /&gt;I can't make her real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114643155128246335?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114643155128246335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114643155128246335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114643155128246335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114643155128246335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/04/unexpected-call.html' title='unexpected call'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114636674903859178</id><published>2006-04-29T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T20:12:29.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waking i-pod</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY GOTS ME AN IPOD!!!!! i got me a shuffle. it may seem somewhat crappy but its perfect for me. its in my budget of practically having no money and i only want to have the best of the best on it. so yeah i havent used up all the space yet. the first day i got it i was walking around just jammin out to it. ahhhh man! its like being born again! like this is a waking life. on top of that i got dsl/cable internet. HELLO KRIS! WELCOME TO SOCIETY! wow those munchken dudes told me to follow the yellow brick road. at first i thought they were trippin on something but they were on to something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: ignore the man behind the curtain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114636674903859178?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114636674903859178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114636674903859178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114636674903859178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114636674903859178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/04/waking-i-pod.html' title='waking i-pod'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114517044959823342</id><published>2006-04-15T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:54:09.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me fail english? that impossible!</title><content type='html'>i want to make music thats so beautiful that it hurts your soul to listen to it. it makes your body ache from the beauty. but what if i cant do that. what if i cant deliver. should i not even try then? should i roll up into a ball in a corner and die??? should i put up a white flag for everyone to see??? how many people will actually mkae something thats earth shattering??? thats life changing??? how do you know to keep going or to stop because youre not one of those people??? well fuck that. im not stopping. i owe it to too many people to give up. just like that. i owe it to my mom to give her everything she wants. which includes for me to succeed, for me to not have to scrape by from pay check to pay check. to my friends that have been there since the beginning. when i was nobody. for the teachers that thought i was nothing more then a pimple on society's ass. and for the teachers that beilieved i could do something. except for my english teachers. they know how bad me speak english. and spell and such. hahahaha. i hated english class. i had to go buzzed or drunk to get me through it. i didnt do it all the time. but when i did it was FFFFUUUUUNNNNN!!!!!! sp this is the little engine that could. chuga chuga chuga! hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114517044959823342?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114517044959823342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114517044959823342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114517044959823342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114517044959823342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-fail-english-that-impossible.html' title='me fail english? that impossible!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114516927909411028</id><published>2006-04-15T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:34:39.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where'd you go</title><content type='html'>i was watching an infomercial about these people who are depressed and how their lives arent bad. they have ordinary lives. you know nothing too bad. and was wondering if im actually depressed. cause i do get the way they were describing sometimes for almost no reason. i have a goood life. so why should i be depressed. when i was younger i used to get so sad that id totally detach from people. i would shun them away. like a girl that liked me in the eigth grade. she told me she liked me and i liked her. but i was sooooo negative that for some reason i thought she was lieing or something. and then after awhile i thought i grew out of it or something but it comes back every so often. it gets to the point where i just want to drink alone in my room and listen to music with no contact from anyone else. i even have playlists for such occasions. am i really depressed or is it just something like venting? hhhhmmmmmmmm. i go from one extreme to another in a days time, it seems sometimes. id be perfectly fine and then the next day just kaput. im on the opposite extreme that i was the last day. it seems like it happens when im at home at nights when i dont have work and nothings happenin and im by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script:&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;br /&gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114516927909411028?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114516927909411028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114516927909411028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114516927909411028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114516927909411028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/04/whered-you-go.html' title='where&apos;d you go'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114482144910885210</id><published>2006-04-11T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:57:29.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are nowhere and its now</title><content type='html'>i havent been drunk at my computer listening to music in awhile. im glad im getting the chance to do it right now. i got home at 11 from work. talked to that special someone in my life and chugged two mixed drinks. mmmmm but i have to get up at 7 in the morning to go back to work so i dont know if this is a good idea. oh well. oh and for those of you who are wondering who this new girl is if you went to skool with me youll know this one......ready??? ok its naomi. dun dun dun!!!! surprise out! she makes me laugh! its fun! ok im gonna try and get some sleep for tomorrows run in circles. laters gater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: all these suckas sayin' &lt;br /&gt;they be pimps they be playas&lt;br /&gt;wearin' shoes made out of gatas'&lt;br /&gt;well my shoes come from the assembly line&lt;br /&gt;vans man!&lt;br /&gt;yes sir thats how i grind&lt;br /&gt;yes sir thats how i shine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114482144910885210?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114482144910885210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114482144910885210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114482144910885210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114482144910885210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-are-nowhere-and-its-now.html' title='we are nowhere and its now'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114435744263352719</id><published>2006-04-06T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T14:04:02.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another one bites the dust</title><content type='html'>i just finished filling my lyric book. not using the back pf the pages unless the idea is that long. i dont like using the back cause i dont want the ideas to get lost in one another and im unable to decypher them apart. but it usually takes me awhile to fill my books. this one was the quickest one filled. i need another one. i guess i'll get one tomorrow after i get paid. on another note i've been hanging out with this girl lately. ive known her for like three years but we really never talked that much. then she came for my bday party and we started talking. its fun being around her. we're always cracking jokes. chilling at my house. watching tv. being bums together. its kool. she stayed over last night and went into work today. i think shes gonna come over tomorrow night and we're gonna drink. =) that should be fun! ok im gonna work on my music now. i cant stop. its coming out great! laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114435744263352719?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114435744263352719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114435744263352719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114435744263352719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114435744263352719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='another one bites the dust'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114411144381344155</id><published>2006-04-03T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:44:03.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laura can't do no wrong</title><content type='html'>yo homie g's update! my long running friend laura is now in a band. dont let her killer looks and smile fool you. her band BLOOD OF OUR ENEMIES  is tearing shit up. although theyre metal i fully support them. she cant do wrong. im not that much into metal anymore ever since i found that not everything is dark and brutal and blood and guts and all that stuff that metal heads love =) cause theres beer and drunken nights of hittin on girls and bad ass beats and gummi bears. its good to feel some of that stuff sometimes but not all the time. i recognize good music and from what ive heard so far theyre good music. so i give them and my friend laura the official kris wak stamp of approval. check them out if you know whats good for you. ONCE AGAIN THEYRE METAL BEWARE. THEY ARE NO WAY AFFILIATED WITH PUPPY DOGS AND RAINBOWS. unless theyre screaming it or beating the shit out of them. www.myspace.com/bloodofourenemies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114411144381344155?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114411144381344155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114411144381344155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114411144381344155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114411144381344155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/04/laura-cant-do-no-wrong.html' title='laura can&apos;t do no wrong'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114241143225173616</id><published>2006-03-15T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:30:32.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meaningless work for a meaningless boy</title><content type='html'>getting caught in the moment when im working on something like a sculpture, drawing, or writing while the music plays in my ears is something i love. theres nothing else. just whats in front of me and the music. if it was possible i would take an ipod and headphones to work but i cant. i think i need a new job then. hhhmmmm ok im off to get lost in the moment. im gonna start a new project. laters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: i never thought this life was possible. youre the yellow bird that ive been waiting for. the end of paralysis. i was a statuet. now im drunk as hell. on a piano bench. and when i press the keys. it all gets reversed. the sound of loneliness makes me happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114241143225173616?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114241143225173616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114241143225173616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114241143225173616'/><link 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coin has spoken and it says tails. i will now punch the coin in the face now. excuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114223205100354048?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114223205100354048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114223205100354048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114223205100354048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114223205100354048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/03/uhhh-excuse-me-theres-tear-in-my-beer.html' title='uhhh excuse me. theres a tear in my beer.'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114162106880155745</id><published>2006-03-05T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:57:48.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a unusually eventful sunday</title><content type='html'>wow! today was totally what i didnt expect it to be. i woke up a little hung over from  the previous night of drinking. i didnt even drink that much. i think it was just that i only got 7 hours of sleep. anyways, my friend mike stayed over cause he was pretty drunk. we woke up around two and were watching tv. i went to my grandmas house to help with clean up the back porch. it was filled with old junk that i put to the curb. my friend brianna calls me and wants to hang out so i tell her that ill be home in a little bit. then jay calls me and says he wants to hang out and play mario party. so him and mark come over. while playing mario party with mark jay brianna larry and mike my friend vic texts me and asks what im up to. i tell her that eveyones over and she should come to. so i pick her up. now that i think about it the day kinda fizzled out just like it sparked. it was pretty damn fun! but now everones gone. its 10:11 and here i sit in my room listening to music and chilling by myself. oh yeah i used to work at a grocery store but i quit because i thought i was gonna leave town for awhile but since i havent left yet they called and asked me if id go back and work. apparently the place has been going down hill without me like i told them it would after i left. im not sure i like being right on this one cause now theyre making me feel bad and that i feel i have to help them out by going back. i wouldnt mind some money though cause a lot of bdays are coming up and i need to get presents. not to mention my bday is coming up soon as well and im gonna have another one of my memorable birfday parties. ahhh yes! when all of my friends get together and drink mass quanteties of alcohol. fun!fun!fun! its countdown time! 16 days till my bday. =( but then ill be 20. thats a horrible age cause im not a teen anymore but im not old enough to legally drink. =( its like im gonna be in some kind of horrible limbo. plus im gonna feel old. hhmmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: i dont plan on getting anything right anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;getting drunk driving girlfriends away seems like all i can do&lt;br /&gt;im only useful at useless shit&lt;br /&gt;a know it all that just doesnt get it &lt;br /&gt;a smiling fool with little reason to smile&lt;br /&gt;a fashion guru with very little style&lt;br /&gt;what could you possible know if you dont learn&lt;br /&gt;how are you gonna make butter if you dont churn&lt;br /&gt;old shoes i used to wear but now arent quite mine&lt;br /&gt;important things lost but some i cant yet find&lt;br /&gt;i think im going straight back to numb&lt;br /&gt;but how could i deny where i came from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114162106880155745?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114162106880155745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114162106880155745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114162106880155745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114162106880155745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/03/unusually-eventful-sunday.html' title='a unusually eventful sunday'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114127865192197311</id><published>2006-03-01T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:50:51.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its kris wak! get back! this aint a free show! you didnt pay for that!</title><content type='html'>i thought i told you i have a lot to chew&lt;br /&gt;theres so much more, so much i have to unglue&lt;br /&gt;come on baby girl i want you to get loose&lt;br /&gt;wiggle baby girl come on get outta that noose&lt;br /&gt;rollin' with more then root beer in my flask&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know then you really shouldnt ask&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114127865192197311?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/114127865192197311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=114127865192197311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114127865192197311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/114127865192197311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-kris-wak-get-back-this-aint-free.html' title='its kris wak! get back! this aint a free show! you didnt pay for that!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-114127789944821996</id><published>2006-03-01T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:38:19.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>experiment</title><content type='html'>ever since i got my G5 i havent really been posting anything cause once you go MAC you cant go back. so now i refuse to use the slow ass family PC. but since then ive noticed that ive been having trouble typing my blog. anyways this is a test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-114127789944821996?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-113584014793007878</id><published>2005-12-28T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:09:07.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need alcohol. nutritious alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-113584014793007878?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/113584014793007878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=113584014793007878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/113584014793007878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/113584014793007878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-need-alcohol-nutritious-alcohol.html' title='i need alcohol. nutritious alcohol'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-113218931629558304</id><published>2005-11-16T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T17:01:56.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>allow me to re-introduce myself</title><content type='html'>have you ever woke up one morning and something that usually pisses you off or something you cared about doesnt do so anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script:Allow me to re-introduce myself&lt;br /&gt;My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V&lt;br /&gt;I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z&lt;br /&gt;I guess even back then you can call me&lt;br /&gt;CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!&lt;br /&gt;Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire&lt;br /&gt;I be the, music biz number one supplier&lt;br /&gt;Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name&lt;br /&gt;Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right&lt;br /&gt;Hov', OH - not D.O.C.&lt;br /&gt;But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"&lt;br /&gt;I check cheddar like a food inspector&lt;br /&gt;My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude&lt;br /&gt;with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this&lt;br /&gt;I shoot at you actors like movie directors [laughing]&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a movie dog (oh shit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112984811567337986</id><published>2005-10-20T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:41:55.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funniest thing ever!!!!!</title><content type='html'>you all need to see this link!!!!! its the funniest thing EVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/nitsua17xox/google.jpg"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/nitsua17xox/google.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112984811567337986?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112984811567337986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>sorry kris with a k is gone.</title><content type='html'>only a few more months before i leave tejas. my home. my own country within the u.s. of a. but my heart will never leave. this may sound corny but i love being a texan. im proud of it. i represent foolios. i know texas as a state is like damn conservative. and we're the last state to do anything but its still my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: latterman is a great!!!!!! band. i highly recommend them to you. there kinda fugazi-ish without the mellowniss. but still worth a listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112926857229313782?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112926857229313782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112926857229313782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112926857229313782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112926857229313782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/10/sorry-kris-with-k-is-gone.html' title='sorry kris with a k is gone.'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112710842597839586</id><published>2005-09-18T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:40:25.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hit me up 281-330-8004!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I think about my homies, I think about my mommaI think about what's goin on I think about the dramaI think about the world, I think about my lifeFive years from now, will I have me a wife? Will I have me some kids, tell me how will I live. Will I be doin wrong or will I live positive. Will I live to get a Grammy or will I be with my granny. Five years from now, I don't think you understand me. I'm tryin to hold on, tryin to stay strong. It's hard not know in what's really goin on. But I try to maintain, keep my head in the game. When shit ain't lookin too good, I pray for better thangs. I keep the Lord on my side, 'til the day I die. Will I blow up big? I don't know but I'll try. I keep the Lord on my side, 'til the day I die. Will I blow up big? I don't know but I'll try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112710842597839586?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112710842597839586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112710842597839586' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112710842597839586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112710842597839586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/hit-me-up-281-330-8004.html' title='hit me up 281-330-8004!!!!!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112676558111089399</id><published>2005-09-14T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:26:21.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no shes not</title><content type='html'>Alright, listen to me. You pull up right where she lives, right? Before you get outta the car, you lock both doors. Then, get outta the car, you walk over to her. You bring her over to the car. Dig out the key, put it in the lock and open the door for her. Then you let her get in. Then you close the door. Then you walk around the back of the car and look through the rear window. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in: dump her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, kid. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in, that means she's a selfish broad and all you're seeing is the tip of the iceberg. You dump her and you dump her fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112676558111089399?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112676558111089399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112676558111089399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112676558111089399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112676558111089399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-shes-not.html' title='no shes not'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112676016532818519</id><published>2005-09-14T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:56:05.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here goes nothing</title><content type='html'>thursday is the day that i shall see if that horoscope was right or wrong. if its wrong im so gonna go to its house and punch it in its freakin face for lieing to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112676016532818519?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112676016532818519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112676016532818519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112676016532818519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112676016532818519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-goes-nothing.html' title='here goes nothing'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112668426080412390</id><published>2005-09-14T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:51:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some closure maybe....?</title><content type='html'>A temporary separation between you and a current or potential romantic partner is actually likely to cause your relationship to grow that much stronger. Missing each other may cause you to realize the level of your commitment, and some long phone conversations could bring up feelings and concerns that need to be discussed. A joyous and passionate reunion awaits you in a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what my horoscope said. hopefully it comes true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: this is me with my fingers crossed and wishing on every star i see tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112668426080412390?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112668426080412390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112668426080412390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112668426080412390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112668426080412390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-closure-maybe.html' title='some closure maybe....?'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112655013845922461</id><published>2005-09-12T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T11:35:38.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you so didnt see me</title><content type='html'>So quiet, another wasted night,the television steals the conversation, exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me you're just feeling tired cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break, out of touch, out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed cause I can't read your rolling eyes, out of touch, are we out of time? Close lipped another goodnight kiss is robbed of all it's passion, your grip another time, is slack it leaves me feeling empty. I'll wait until tomorrow maybe you'll feel better then maybe we'll be better then so what's another day when I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you, this mood of yours is temporary, it seems worth the wait to see your smile again, out of the corner of my eye won't be the only way you're looking at me then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112655013845922461?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112655013845922461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112655013845922461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112655013845922461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112655013845922461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-so-didnt-see-me.html' title='you so didnt see me'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112650403539795112</id><published>2005-09-11T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:47:15.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do do do do do do de ba de de do</title><content type='html'>alot of nothing can happen in a week. for example she hasnt talked to me in a week. i havent heard her or seen her in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: if you should die, die in winter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112650403539795112?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112650403539795112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112650403539795112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112650403539795112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112650403539795112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-do-do-do-do-do-de-ba-de-de-do.html' title='do do do do do do de ba de de do'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112634191380528989</id><published>2005-09-10T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:45:13.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont follow your heart, it just gets in your way</title><content type='html'>what if i killed the happy hopeful kris? just drowned him in a pool of beer. the kris that wanted to love and be loved? he would have probably surived if the pool was made of smirnoff. the fucking emo kid! whatta waste of space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112634191380528989?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112634191380528989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112634191380528989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112634191380528989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112634191380528989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-follow-your-heart-it-just-gets-in.html' title='dont follow your heart, it just gets in your way'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112627927488175078</id><published>2005-09-09T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T08:23:05.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>what if i felt nothing? wouldnt that be great. no pain no hurting no joy just nothing. then i wouldnt care that she doesnt talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: the lies i tell myself to get by....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112627927488175078?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112627927488175078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112627927488175078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112627927488175078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112627927488175078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112624947293492229</id><published>2005-09-08T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:04:32.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing yet!</title><content type='html'>still nothing.....i cant keep going on with nothing. i need somethign to tell me to keep going on. if this radio silence keeps going on im gonna be discouraged and close the door on her forever. i cant keep doing this blind. i need some light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: RAGE AGAINST THE DIEING OF THE LIGHT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112624947293492229?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112624947293492229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112624947293492229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112624947293492229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112624947293492229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-yet.html' title='nothing yet!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112612112609101355</id><published>2005-09-07T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:25:26.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anxious in a bottle</title><content type='html'>for some reason im anxious! i cant stop my leg from shaking. i have this feeling in my chest like when im nervous. or not really a nervous feeling but like when something so great happens and its like your heart is exploding with joy. like something is gonna happen, something BIG. whether its good or bad i dont know. i texted her to see if she wants to hang out today but she hasnt responded yet. i hope we can hang out. i think thats where this feeling is coming from. usually im sad when she doesnt respond and then when she does im ok. but this time its just this weird good anxious feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: listening to kanye west!!!!!! boom boom kish kash ka-boom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112612112609101355?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112612112609101355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112612112609101355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112612112609101355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112612112609101355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/anxious-in-bottle.html' title='anxious in a bottle'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112603674229227442</id><published>2005-09-06T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:59:02.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...but i want to</title><content type='html'>i want to take her out for her bday because it already passed and i didnt get to do anything with her to celebrate. i was talking to her on aim. so i suggest me cooking for her and then doing something that she wants to do afterwards. she tells me that i dont have to do anything. and i told her that i know i dont have to but i want to. right after that she wrote brb and left. what is wrong? is it that she doesnt like me? is it that shes scared? have i become a corey? an annoying pest that she doesnt want around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: if you could see through the cracks would you want to see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112603674229227442?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112603674229227442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112603674229227442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112603674229227442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112603674229227442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/but-i-want-to.html' title='...but i want to'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112599492314761341</id><published>2005-09-06T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:22:03.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love match according to signs</title><content type='html'>Aries &amp; Virgo&lt;br /&gt;Virtual opposites: The Virgo is a diligent worker, a faithful partner, and a born organizer; sparkling Aries lacks ongoing commitment but has pizzazz. He may sometimes chafe under Virgo's critical gaze. The Ram will dominate the pair, and his or her unpredictability will wreak havoc with Virgo's plans. But Virgo gives backbone to the Ram's impulses, and guides him or her with valuable advice. The alchemy of opposites forges a constructive but continually strained relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: im willing to work damn it! no one said it would be easy. this is me wanting you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112599492314761341?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112599492314761341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112599492314761341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112599492314761341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112599492314761341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-match-according-to-signs.html' title='love match according to signs'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112599462819453496</id><published>2005-09-06T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:17:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah my boy john is leaving...but hes leaving to become a big movie maker. HELL YEAH!!!!! GO JOHN!!!!! and then when he comes back hes making everyone his entourage. ah man and when 2006 hits thats when the fun begins!!!!! ahhhh yeah brother!!!!! a little hulk hogan for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: im holding fast to what i want....i'll tell you how it turns out. HOORAY BEER! 4 getting me through another night and refilling my tank to go on to get what im aiming for. KHV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112599462819453496?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112599462819453496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112599462819453496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112599462819453496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112599462819453496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/ah-my-boy-john-is-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112594749876907773</id><published>2005-09-05T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:11:38.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>truth is in a tall beer</title><content type='html'>how long should i wait for her when she doesnt talk back? how long should i wait in radio silence? what did i do to be black listed? i didnt kiss another girl. i hardly even think about other girls cause shes on my mind 23 hours a day. the other 1 is when im thinking about music. or singing a song in my head. ugh! im a sucker for her. i guess i'll wait till kingdom come. but after that im gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: beer is nowhere near a good substitute for you.....but itll have to do for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112594749876907773?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112594749876907773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112594749876907773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112594749876907773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112594749876907773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/truth-is-in-tall-beer.html' title='truth is in a tall beer'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112594356070435700</id><published>2005-09-05T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T11:06:00.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isnt quite as it seems</title><content type='html'>im being sucked in deeper. deeper then i want to be. i wish i had the ability to hold on like some people do. to hold fast to get what they want. im too insecure i think. i think of the worst at first turn of darkness. ugh!!!! i cant quit. theres no red lights. no stop signs. she hasnt told me to quit. i'll quit when im dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: this is me thinking of you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112594356070435700?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112594356070435700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112594356070435700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112594356070435700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112594356070435700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/09/isnt-quite-as-it-seems.html' title='isnt quite as it seems'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112537919632913754</id><published>2005-08-29T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:19:56.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems that ive fallen into radio silence with the girl that ive been talking to and i cant find any reason that this has happened. naturally i think the worst. that shes found someone ten times better, most likely a pre med thats going to be rich. she deserves only the best in the world and i most certainly cant give it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: tears stream down ur face, when u lose something u cant replace, when u love someone but it goes to waste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112537919632913754?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112537919632913754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112537919632913754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112537919632913754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112537919632913754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-seems-that-ive-fallen-into-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112534844607345428</id><published>2005-08-29T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T13:47:26.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my message to you.</title><content type='html'>im on fire for you, clearly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112534844607345428?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112534844607345428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112534844607345428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112534844607345428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112534844607345428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-message-to-you.html' title='my message to you.'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112529682877006982</id><published>2005-08-28T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:27:08.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting........</title><content type='html'>oh man! shes got me in a twist. i want more of her. more of this. another hardy helping of what i missed. of what wasnt there. of what im not willing to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112529682877006982?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112529682877006982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112529682877006982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112529682877006982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112529682877006982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/waiting.html' title='waiting........'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112492658131521789</id><published>2005-08-24T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:36:21.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sand is ruthless</title><content type='html'>damn sand gets everywhere. last night my friend gave me a ride home from work since i didnt have my car. well he only gets like two days off a week so he wanted to do something. after awhile of thinking of what to do the idea to drive to corpus (the coast) arose. we made some calls and picked up some friends. so we went for it. left around 1 in the morning and drove for two hours. we get there and we played around at the beach for awhile and swam. it was fun! we were gonna fish for awhile but decided to head on back before my friend was too tired to drive. we got back at around ten. stayed up the whole time hopped up on energy drinks and laffy taffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: the sea was salty, theres sand in my shoes, i saw the sunrise, and thought of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112492658131521789?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112492658131521789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112492658131521789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112492658131521789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112492658131521789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/sand-is-ruthless.html' title='sand is ruthless'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112473838600126536</id><published>2005-08-22T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:33:39.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Traditional views--best represented by the material-based 20th century view of the American Dream--were tied to outcomes: of happiness and fulfillment stemming from external rewards of wealth or accomplishment. However, as new research has shown, material wealth and accomplishment has little or no effect on happiness. Eschewing traditional models, this group instead highlights the good life as a process, as a way of living, as an orientation and approach to the world of family, work, and citizenship. " - &lt;a href="http://www.flylittlebird.org"&gt;www.flylittlebird.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: "Embracing the equal worth of all individuals and the power of the individual to do extraordinary things, we should leverage learning, relationships, and ambiguity of unforeseen opportunities to build principled and fantastic ideas and dreams and vigorously pursue them in the domains of work, family, and citizenship. Calling upon a fundamental respect and gratitude for those who have supported us, and a commitment to working towards something larger than ourselves, we should aim to be loving and compassionate with people, both in friendship, love, and service. We must understand that the good life is a process, and that success and happiness has more to do with experience than outcomes and material reward. We should laugh and have children. Lastly, we must be open to risking imperfect action and failure in our daily life." - &lt;a href="http://www.flylittlebird.org"&gt;www.flylittlebird.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112473838600126536?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112473838600126536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112473838600126536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112473838600126536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112473838600126536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/traditional-views-best-represented-by.html' title=''/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112473672288743211</id><published>2005-08-22T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:39:23.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two days!</title><content type='html'>two days till i can see her again! two days till she can totally and utterly blow me away with just one look! two days till she can smile at me and everything is alright within that moment! two days till i can forget the world and just think of her! two days till everythings is the way it should be in the universe! two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: ....aint no sunshine when shes gone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112473672288743211?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112473672288743211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112473672288743211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112473672288743211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112473672288743211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/two-days.html' title='two days!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112429821840912994</id><published>2005-08-17T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T10:03:38.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>theres no crying in baseball!!!!!</title><content type='html'>avoid the clap, jimmy dogen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats some good advice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112429821840912994?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112429821840912994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112429821840912994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112429821840912994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112429821840912994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/theres-no-crying-in-baseball.html' title='theres no crying in baseball!!!!!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112420754969728998</id><published>2005-08-16T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:52:29.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>manana</title><content type='html'>What you learned what you read in their books all they offered what you saw when they told you to look a final offer well today we are giving birth to a new future yes today we are giving birth to our own future we will learn we will love we will work to change each other we will spread we will cover the earth like air and water tomorrow is blank well just fill it in with our little answers if we are stopped well just start again that is the new offer that's it that is our final one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112420754969728998?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112420754969728998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112420754969728998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112420754969728998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112420754969728998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/manana.html' title='manana'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112417780846202689</id><published>2005-08-16T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:36:48.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the kiss by which all others will be judged</title><content type='html'>have you ever been kissed by someone sooooooo amazing? so amazing that their kiss would be the one by which all others will be judged? a kiss, that you wished somehow might kill you. so come one and kiss me so id die happy. if i knew her kiss could kill me id so go for it because id die the happiest ive ever been. when she kisses me i think about it for weeks. damn im still thinking about it. shes leaving up north for skooling. but i plan to surprise her for her bday. and if any of yous tell her about my surprise ill kill yous bastards. im soooooo serious. if you ruin this.....im giving up sooo much for this so if its ruined then ...... damnit!!!!! dont do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112417780846202689?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112417780846202689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112417780846202689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112417780846202689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112417780846202689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/kiss-by-which-all-others-will-be.html' title='the kiss by which all others will be judged'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112408301754656836</id><published>2005-08-14T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:16:57.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a dud......</title><content type='html'>damn! the big gesture was supposed to be a c4 explosion with some napalm. but it was nothing more then pop rocks in my socks. maybe its because i didnt even really try and its delayed because im lazy. but it will happen damn it!!! it will happen! if it doesnt happen during this next week then its gonna have to happen ala postal service. no the band is not gonna do it for me but the actual post man. hoefully if i give him five bucks he'll do a singing telegram and give her the letter and cds at the end of his grand finale. he's so gonna bring the dorms down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: the roof the roof the roof is on fire, we dont need no water let the motherfaulker burn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112408301754656836?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112408301754656836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112408301754656836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112408301754656836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112408301754656836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-was-dud.html' title='it was a dud......'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112361729957472229</id><published>2005-08-09T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:54:59.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clark gable</title><content type='html'>this is the chance to make that one big, last gesture. i love these moments in movies but when it comes to me im a little scared. but this is the chance ive been waiting for. this is it at my face staring at me in the eyes. i know it wont end like it does in the movies but at least shell know before she leaves. its already in the workings. its coming to form. but how should i end it? 99 red balloons? standing out in the rain with a song playing on the boom box? take pictures of our last day together? or record it? hhmmmmm a brainstorm is upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script:I was waiting for a cross-town train in the London underground when it struck me That I've been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie So I changed my plans and rented a camera and a van and then I called you"I need you to pretend that we are in love again" and you agreed toI want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurdI greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand-inThe script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked itThe marker snapped and I yelled "quiet on the set" and then called "action!"And I kissed you in a style that Clark Gable would have admired (I thought it classic)I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurdI know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fearThat your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112361729957472229?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112361729957472229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112361729957472229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112361729957472229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112361729957472229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/clark-gable.html' title='clark gable'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112349246684049995</id><published>2005-08-08T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:16:35.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once i think im out...they pull me right back in</title><content type='html'>she came back into my life on a first friday. i saw her but thought twice to go up to her and say hi cause i thought what if it wasnt her. so i walked on by. later that night she shows up in the most unexpected place ever. in the center of punk central, all drunk by this time. she shows up and i greet her with a smile and a hi. she replys back and we talk as if we'd seen each other yesterday and not four months ago.i walk with her through the punken' drunk crowd and we hold hands. this after shes had something to drink. holding her hand.... was something else. she is something else. she was the first girl that id do anything for. she was the first girl that made me feel, not think, that love could actually exist and did. she made sooooooo many country songs make sense. but the night is winding down and nothing else really happens between us, just talking. when she leaves she gives me a hug. the next day i get outta work at 5 so i plan to have a little shindig at my house. we get all the drinks and i call her. i pick her up. we get back to my house. everyones already had one or two. we start to play circle of death. we play one game. shes already buzzed. she wants to go to the trampoline. for some reason trampolines are like pivotal points for me and her. its crazy. anyways, yada yada yada. feelings i made numb from before are back but she leaves for colledge in a couple of weeks and all i want to do is spend my days off with her. if she told me to wait i would. if she told me to wait till kingdom comes i would. but she wont. so i have to go by what i think and i have shit for brains. or im just very naive. but this buzz i have from her is still swimming in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: you yada yadaed over the best part. no i mentioned the lobster bisque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yada yada was great and not what you sickos are thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112349246684049995?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112349246684049995/comments/default' 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just dont like you, or that they think they werent meant to be with you. thats most definetally something you cant work on. im like the stoopid clumsy fat kid that screws things up for the group. kinda like chunk from the goonies. but im more of an emotional chunk for people. i ruin moods and turn things sour. DO THE TRUFFLE SHUFFLE!!! DO IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112296423099510714?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112296423099510714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112296423099510714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112296423099510714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112296423099510714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/clumsy-fuck-up.html' title='the clumsy fuck up!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112288256258283455</id><published>2005-08-01T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:31:41.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let the march begin!!!</title><content type='html'>awwww man i saw march of the peguins earlier today. brace your selves people cause im about to say something that i'll probably never say ever again... that was the CUTEST movie EVER! it brought me the biggest smile that ive had in a long time. from the beginning it sent electricity through my arms and into my body. its the must see of the century. =) it just brings me a smile thinking about it. it gave me such a sense of hope. hope for the future. hope for myself. and hope for all of us. all of this from a documentary of penguins' victories and defeats during the time theyre attempting to bring new life into the world. the whole process takes nine months, kinda like us but the march to their breeding ground till the time they leave their young to fend for themselves is nine months. it got me hungry too cause after the females lay the egg they give it to the male to hold and then the female goes back to the ocean for food. well the ocean is like over 70 miles away so the time it takes is like four months to get there eat enough for themselves, their young and get back is four months. so the males dont eat for about five months. while the moms are away the eggs hatch and they come back to a baby penguin. when they get back its the dads turn to go back to the ocean and eat. so they do this back and fourth for another four months. then when the babies fur is thick enough for them to live without the help of their parents the parents leave them. the babies somehow subconciously find their way back to the ocean without their parents. and five years later the cycle goe sinto affect. the penguins begin their march to have more babies. YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112288256258283455?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112288256258283455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112288256258283455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112288256258283455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112288256258283455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/08/let-march-begin.html' title='let the march begin!!!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112153984648186088</id><published>2005-07-16T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T11:50:46.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pay day has come and gone</title><content type='html'>damn homie! pay days are the greatest. it feels good to actually have money to your name. it was pretty sweet cause i got seven hours of overtime since i worked on the fourth of july. oh man i was wracking in the cash that day. i got like 263 bucks but the government took a big ass bite out of my ass and i was left with 200. its cool though. as long as i get it back in social security. i gave a hundred to my mom for rent or whatever she needed it for and then i went and hawked my money on booze. i know its not the smartest thing to do but it was my FIRST check ever so i decided i can go crazy with it. so i treated everyone to beer and vodka. and then i bought my friend a $15 all you can eat steak dinner, i ate some of his steak too but dont tell the waitress. muahahahhahaha. anyways now i only have like $11 but its cool cause i get another check on friday and i dont plan on doing anything expensive during the week. more like doing nothing at all cause i have some beer left and two bottles of vodka left so im set for whatever the week may bring. unless it brings something that cant be fixed with boozin'. haha then im screwed. oh yeah i got a new cell phone. i think this is my 7th one in a year but i can actually keep this one since i have a job now and im gonna be conservative with my checks from now on. you have to go buck wild with your first check. its a rule. ok well i have work in four hours and i need a shower and to brush my teeth cause i have beer breath and its not good to go into work smelling like booze. laters players.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112153984648186088?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112153984648186088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112153984648186088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112153984648186088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112153984648186088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/07/pay-day-has-come-and-gone.html' title='pay day has come and gone'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112136683891725432</id><published>2005-07-14T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T11:47:18.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more day!</title><content type='html'>theres only one more day till i get paid and then i can throw it all away......on booze!!!! ok not all of it on booze but i am gonna buy some cristol and pour it in my cereal and eat it. just because i heard rappers do that. hahahaha. thats funny. but im gonna get somma that booze and a cd and then put the rest away for when i need it cause its only like two hundred, cause i get paid every week. its not that much but itll do. laters skaters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112136683891725432?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112136683891725432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112136683891725432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112136683891725432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112136683891725432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-more-day.html' title='one more day!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112109962497285478</id><published>2005-07-11T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:33:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i owe my soul to the company store</title><content type='html'>yo. im working now. i just started my second week. its pretty cool. im a stocker at a grocery store. its kind of a small chain called la fiesta. ha! i work at the party. but anyways its fun. i know what im doing. theres not a moment when theres nothing to do so im constantly moving which i love! i wouldnt be able to stand sitting in a cubicle all damn day. fuck that! if i worked in a cubicle i would consider killing myself. thats like the only reason id do it. but im not and im happy. i get my first pay check on friday and im already planning a shindig at my house. nothing too big, like ten people maybe. booze, skirts, and buddies. now im out. im hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112109962497285478?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112109962497285478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112109962497285478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112109962497285478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112109962497285478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-owe-my-soul-to-company-store.html' title='i owe my soul to the company store'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112085375499317807</id><published>2005-07-08T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T13:15:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back Baby!</title><content type='html'>ok heres the dilly yo. i called her before i went into work but her bro answered and said she was in the shower. i figured that she didnt want to talk to me and wasnt gonna call back. i went into work and it helped me not think about it. i got home and wondered to call again but decided not to. so i called someone else. well my friend ended up giving the best words ever about the situation. it was closure which i would have never gotten out of kim. it really helped me go from like 60% to 90%. i feel great now. im working on my punk cd again. i got some new ideas but gonna save them for my second cd. im bustin out with flows just like in the days of old. so basically everything in the universe is the way it should be. kim is back with her ex bf that she was with for like two years, the one before me. he really loves her and is a really great guy. im back on the market ready to go! and my music is progressing like it should. it was a week of mourning but enough now. i feel energized after being paralyzed. oh man! its great right now. i imagine i'll be at 100% in a couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112085375499317807?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112075704646462409</id><published>2005-07-07T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:24:06.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do</title><content type='html'>i said that id give her time. i said i wouldnt call. but i cant take it anymore, because it feels unresolved. i need to know what shes thinking what shes feeling. i decided to wait a week before calling her so she can have some time to think. but now that the week is up i dont know whether i should call or not. im scared to call. im scared of the words she might say. and then i wonder if i shouldnt call but make one last grand gesture. but it could work both ways if i did the gesture. she could be totally surprised and taken by it or she could just be like kris you need to stop. so im thinking about saving the gesture and just calling. if it doesnt go well then i got work tonight to keep me busy which should help a bit. cause if i wasnt working id just be at home constantly thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: you had to go fallin in love didnt ya kris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-112075704646462409?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/112075704646462409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=112075704646462409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112075704646462409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/112075704646462409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-to-do.html' title='what to do'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-112063832066907818</id><published>2005-07-06T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T01:25:20.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tears stream down your face</title><content type='html'>the spurs won the championship. almost a week later my mystery girl breaks up with me. and now i have a job. things were kinda going down hill after that night the spurs won. she went to landa park with a friend that day and she couldnt get back in time to see the game with me so she was watching it at her friends house. i didnt want to watch the game alone so i go to my friends house to watch it. after they won i went to hang out with my friend john and monica to kinda celebrate by driving around and honking at people. well when i get home at like 3 i look at the caller id i see that she called like twice. the next day i find out she went home at half time and then called me again after they won. well after that she kinda stopped calling me, when i did get her on the phone we'd talk pretty good at first but then she'd kinda stop talking to me. she'd start talking to her brother or just stop talking to me and whenever i'd try to like get her back on track she'd just be like "yeah" or "no" and thats it. she would hardly say one sentence to me. and then she'd have to get off the phone for some reason or another. but she'd never call back. and thats the thing that drove me crazy. i'd sit around my house and wonder when she'd call. doing this for two days sunday came around and i told her i wanted to go see land of the dead. so we went. everything seemed ok then. but when she left my house later that night i told her that i heart her and she just walked off but finallly said that she heart me when she was half way to her car. i didnt think much of it. the next three days were hell for me. she'd call and be closed mouthed with me and wouldnt talk. and sit at home wondering when she'd call and some nights she wouldnt. in fact all three nights she didnt call. and id end up like thinking about it at night when im trying to go to sleep and the only way id get to sleep was to convince myself nothing was wrong. on on thursday i finally decide to ask her if something is wrong but she beat me to the punch. she asked me how i thought we were doing this past week. and i said that she seemed kinda distant and she said that she didnt feel like we didnt know each other the way we should. being together for two months you can only know sooo much about a person. we could have probably written like a three page essay on each other without any problems. then she said that we werent compatible which is ...... i dont know what the hell that is cause 1. if it was compatiblility then i would agree and 2 compatibility is something that a person cant really work on, the only way is to become another person. then she said that she rushed into this relationship which she kinda did since she just got out off a two year relationship with a guy she loved. i think my heart is the one that got phunked with. and that she had all these mixed feelingsthat she wanted to work through.  i was putting everything into that relationship. i wanted it to be a long and meaningful one but that idea was torn at the seams. i was told once that you get three great loves in your life time. if thats true then i'm only down to one so i have to get the next one right or im shit out of luck. it sucks when you give someone your love and it goes to waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111681700095635134</id><published>2005-05-22T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T19:56:40.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im a one man band</title><content type='html'>yo foolios! ive been busy lately recording music. so i plan on getting a cd out out by the end of the summer. watch out for the release. i'll give everyone a heads up and put a music video on the net. laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111681700095635134?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111681700095635134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>outta the loop</title><content type='html'>damn ive been outta the loop for a long time. things are pretty much the same. im still with my the mystery girl. spurs are on their way to winning a championship. and im outta skool for now. laters chumps and chumpettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111643992124843663?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111643992124843663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111643992124843663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111643992124843663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111446535827399430?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111446535827399430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111446535827399430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111446535827399430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111446535827399430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-bday-tim-duncan.html' title='Happy Bday Tim Duncan!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Kabooki. but they wont get it and i'll go on gettin paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle: IM RICH BIATCH!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111402400532965120?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111402400532965120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111402400532965120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111402400532965120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111402400532965120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/04/blues-skies-smiling-at-me.html' title='blues skies smiling at me'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111396002805640169</id><published>2005-04-19T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:20:28.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>should i tell you something???</title><content type='html'>hhmmmmm im debating wether i should tell you guys about this web site my friend showed me. well if i do tell you i would be helping out the web site. but if i dont i could get more of my stuff on it. well.......................i guess i'll tell you guys. ok well my friend told me about this web site called youdraw.com and the thing is you get to draw stuff and then they'll take your drawings and publish them in a book. its fun and then you get to vote on them and leave comments about them. its fun! kinda like myspace.com by without the trendy part of it which makes it way better cause cmon! who wants to be a trendy? dont make me metion you hot topic trendys. damn you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youdraw.com"&gt;www.youdraw.com&lt;/a&gt; go to it damn it and search me and vote for my pics! just search &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;kriswak&lt;/span&gt;. oh yeah and vote for other people too if you like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111396002805640169?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111396002805640169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111396002805640169' title='0 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111395968301019212?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111395968301019212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111395968301019212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111395968301019212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111395968301019212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/04/should-i-tell-you-something.html' title='should i tell you something???'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111385544705327104</id><published>2005-04-18T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T13:17:27.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>k-unit</title><content type='html'>as of right now im feeling tremendously ghetto. i might just get me some big red and eat me some jello. in my cd playa, 50 cent's tearing it up. in his presence my flows seem like a hiccup. but i feel good about being me. kris w-a-k is how im known notoriously. and if you havent heard. then you be a nerd. if im talking bout you. then you should take a sip of jesus juice. relax a little bit and cut loose. or just jump in yo ride and cruise.&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111385384417780012</id><published>2005-04-18T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:50:44.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate it or love it</title><content type='html'>yo foolios. hows yalls mojo? you must be out unless yo name be flo jo. spurs in da playoffs. the boys in black are gonna set it off. ducnan and the crew gonna win it all. ginobili will take it to the hole continuously. horry, bowen, and barry backing him up to hit the three. the frenchman will rush by ya and make ya weak at the knees. the theres duncan busting the jumper at the top of the key. you all know he goes off and he should forever be the mvp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle: Hate it or love, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111385384417780012?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111385384417780012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111385384417780012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111385384417780012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111385384417780012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/04/hate-it-or-love-it.html' title='hate it or love it'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111385055163790169</id><published>2005-04-18T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:55:51.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>against me! .... bitch</title><content type='html'>We want a band that plays loud and hard every nightThat doesn't care how many people are counted at the doorThat would travel one million miles and ask for nothing more than a plate of food and a place to restThey'd strike chords that cut like a knifeIt would mean so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stubThey'd stop at nothing short of a massacreEveryone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the worldAnd this was where they always belonged We would dance like no one was watchingWith one fist in the airOur arena just basements and bookstores across an underground AmericaWith this fire we could lightJust gimme a scene where the music is freeAnd the beer is not the life of the partyThere's no need to shit talk or impress'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down uponAnd every promise that's made and braggedis meant if not keptWe'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us backLet's make everybody singThat they are the beginning and ending of everythingThat we all are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111385055163790169?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111257239152643017</id><published>2005-04-03T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:53:11.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>krazy glue!!!</title><content type='html'>im sorry blog for neglecting you. all those times you called me late at night drunk and i didnt answer cause i knew you were drunk. those many lonely days when you would sit there waiting for me. im sorry. im the classic fool. for i will neglect you no longer. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle: i finally got my krazy glue! now i can finish my project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111257239152643017?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111221518101756456</id><published>2005-03-30T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T12:39:41.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's back!!!</title><content type='html'>mystery girl numero uno is back. or the girl formely known as mystery girl #1.  she called me on my bday and wished my a happy one. well friday was her bday so i took her to a spurs game. since then weve started talking again, catching up and stuff. man theres a lot of stuff i forgot i liked about hanging out with her! i love stuff like that. how you forget something like a toy or something, and you find it way later when youre cleaning your room and you remeber the magic it had before!!! those things are great!!! thats what i live for!!!!! finding new things and remembering old things when i least expect it! ah man its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle: "...its like when you tell a joke over and over. then you forget it and hear it again and remember why it was funny in the first place." - Big Fish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111221518101756456?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111221518101756456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111221518101756456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111221518101756456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111221518101756456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/shes-back.html' title='she&apos;s back!!!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111213134322081253</id><published>2005-03-29T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T13:22:23.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no specifics</title><content type='html'>it all came rushing back to me&lt;br /&gt;the flood gates are open&lt;br /&gt;and im left without a paddle&lt;br /&gt;not knowing where the water will take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the small things i miss so much&lt;br /&gt;the small things that meant so much&lt;br /&gt;all those things out of touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is forgiven, all is forgot&lt;br /&gt;all was done that could not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time went so slow with that first kiss&lt;br /&gt;we had to catch up with all we missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive noticed how vague i am with my blogs. almost no names. which is good i guess but only truely makes sense to the people around me that i talk to outside the internet. i guess i'll remedy that over time if i feel like it. laters foolios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111213134322081253?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111213134322081253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111213134322081253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111213134322081253'/><link rel='self' 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width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/stpatrickmov/stpatrick.mov"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/stpatrickmov/stpatrick.mov"&gt;http://www.archive.org/download/stpatrickmov/stpatrick.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there it is! link!!!! to joint vlog. im still lazy i havent got the pic yet but there's the text link.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111202108744113073?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111202108744113073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111202108744113073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111202108744113073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111202108744113073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111190330773619766</id><published>2005-03-26T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:07:39.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever had a feeling of dread?</title><content type='html'>have you ever felt like you kinda needed new people in your life? its not that you hate the people in it now but you keep seeing the same perspective from the people around you that you want someone new in your life with a new perspective. kinda like a breath of fresh air maybe? or like you end up around the same people that you want to try and run with some different people then your current friends. im not tlaking about abandoning your friends, just trying something new. ah well, guess you havent felt that before. im allllllllll alone on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle: "...theyre just a fantasy. i guess what im trying to say is... im tired of the fantasy." -high fidelity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111190330773619766?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111190330773619766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111190330773619766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111190330773619766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111190330773619766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/have-you-ever-had-feeling-of-dread.html' title='have you ever had a feeling of dread?'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111186830160361099</id><published>2005-03-26T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T12:18:21.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday flow</title><content type='html'>hip hop, punk rock&lt;br /&gt;ah here we go&lt;br /&gt;keep yo ear to yo phone&lt;br /&gt;cause im 'bout to explode&lt;br /&gt;im kris with a k&lt;br /&gt;ah didnt ya know&lt;br /&gt;there goes my rythm&lt;br /&gt;but here's my flow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111186830160361099?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111186830160361099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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mojo</title><content type='html'>its fucking weird!!!! its like all the girls at school know im a year older and theyre all "hey, i like that your a year older! whats up?!?!" like its sexy or something. like my mojo is in overdrive and the women just cant help themselves. there was like a hord of girls that all gave me that cute staring smile. it started to freak me out after awhile! maybe its my year to really reign! or maybe this is the twilight zone. :o and mars is scouting out the earth but while theyre doing that venus has already claimed earth as their new planet and mars doesnt know. or soemthing. i dunno. it maybe nothing but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle: ah mom youre just jealous! its the bea-stie boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111154227612663498?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111143829912513018</id><published>2005-03-21T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:51:39.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BDAY BLOG!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes today is my birthday. and for my birthday i skipped school and slept in!!! YES!!!! it was great! then i watched the commentary for eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. that movie is the greatest! favoritest movie in the whole wide world. =) i dont plan to go out today, just stay in and relax. watch the spurs game and chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i did a collaborative vlog with my good friend and fellow punk, mark. you can read his hilarious blog @ &lt;a href="http://anemoneriot.blogspot.com/"&gt;anemoneriot.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;and you can find our video over there. so please go! cause im too lazy to get the video here. i will soon but not right now. its my bday damnit! i do what i want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111143829912513018?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111143829912513018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111143829912513018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111143829912513018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111143829912513018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/bday-blog.html' title='BDAY BLOG!!!!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111130592927510597</id><published>2005-03-19T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T00:05:29.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you were always on my mind</title><content type='html'>should i stay or should i go, if i dont there will be trouble, if i do it will be double. you just gotta let me know. should i cool it or should i blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stuck in in between a hard place and a rock. actually, stuck between my guts and my head. ive been following my guts for 19 years. and ive come to the conclusion that my guts have SHIT for brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111130592927510597?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111130592927510597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111130592927510597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111130592927510597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111130592927510597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-were-always-on-my-mind.html' title='you were always on my mind'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111117501532319482</id><published>2005-03-18T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:43:35.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is the day</title><content type='html'>today is the day! there is so much to be done! i have to clean the garage, go to the store, start cooking and then pick some people up. and here i am sitting here doing my blog. tisk tisk tisk. im not very good at time managment. and its something im sure as hell not gonna work on. aint got the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle: everything counts in large amounts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111117501532319482?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111117501532319482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111117501532319482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111117501532319482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111117501532319482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-is-day.html' title='today is the day'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111100111461116258</id><published>2005-03-16T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T11:25:14.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this one goes out to all the babies' mommas, mommas mommas</title><content type='html'>i love it when you call me big poppa&lt;br /&gt;throw yo hands in air if yousa true playa&lt;br /&gt;i love it when you call me big poppa&lt;br /&gt;to the honeys makin money, playin niggas like dummies&lt;br /&gt;i love it when you call me big poppa&lt;br /&gt;if you got a gun up on yo waist please dont shoot up the place&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cause i see some ladies tonight that should be having my babay, babay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biggie isnt dead! he lives on a secret island with 2pac. or maybe their just in heaven jammin with all the other cool people like dean martin and frank sinatra, jimi hendrix, sid vicious, mc hammer. but wait! mc hammers not dead, hes just been out of the public eye and evey just thought he was dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111100111461116258?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111100111461116258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111100111461116258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111100111461116258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111100111461116258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-one-goes-out-to-all-babies-mommas.html' title='this one goes out to all the babies&apos; mommas, mommas mommas'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111093903730973948</id><published>2005-03-15T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T18:10:37.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey i took some pictures with my crappy picture taker. its this really small that needs a ridiculous amount of light otherwise its a little bitch and doesnt take the picture.anyways, i'll be moving up to the east side, to that big apartment in the sky, i'll finally have gotten a piece of that pie after i get a better digital camera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3992/50/me3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3992/200/me3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111093903730973948?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111093903730973948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111093903730973948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111093903730973948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111093903730973948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-i-took-some-pictures-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111092099086122881</id><published>2005-03-15T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T13:09:50.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bday aint coming up!</title><content type='html'>im planning on having my bday party this friday. you know what that means!!!! .....actually i dont know what that means. but all i can remeber about last years party for me was that i woke up with a major headache the next morning. i always seem to wake up the next monring with a headache. how strange. oh well, bad juju i guess. but anyways, theres much to be done because todays tuesday and the party is on friday so that gives me.......................eight days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh thats three days by my count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh uh ok. three then. gotta go. got bath tubs to fill  with ice and barley drinks.i mean... gots to order the magician in advanced otherwise he may not come. but if he was a real magician he would know to show at your party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle: i dont know where you pixies came from but i like your pixie drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111092099086122881?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111092099086122881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111092099086122881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111092099086122881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111092099086122881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-bday-aint-coming-up.html' title='my bday aint coming up!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111085912272647365</id><published>2005-03-14T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T20:00:02.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tangerine</title><content type='html'>How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!&lt;br /&gt;The world forgetting, by the world forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!&lt;br /&gt;Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111085912272647365?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111085912272647365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111085912272647365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111085912272647365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111085912272647365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/tangerine.html' title='tangerine'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111085266598646065</id><published>2005-03-14T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:11:05.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet or demented?</title><content type='html'>i had this thought of like wether its sweet or demented to like keep giving the girl your going out with lots of chocolate and fatty stuff to get her fat. and in doing so it would make her undesirable to other guys so shed stay with you. i think thats dementedly sweet. or just plain fucked up. its something a loser would do. lets just hope it never happens to you! duhn duhn duhn!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111085266598646065?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111085266598646065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111085266598646065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111085266598646065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111085266598646065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/sweet-or-demented.html' title='sweet or demented?'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111082456156335940</id><published>2005-03-14T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T10:22:41.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no matter how sure i am i never bet the fett man</title><content type='html'>i just realized i need to finish some long lost art work. its gonna be tough and im gonna need dedication but wait! its not gonna be tough. ie done it many times before and ive become exceedingly good at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle: bobba fett pez dispenser kicks major booty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111082456156335940?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111082456156335940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111082456156335940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111082456156335940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111082456156335940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-matter-how-sure-i-am-i-never-bet.html' title='no matter how sure i am i never bet the fett man'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111069200360554161</id><published>2005-03-12T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:33:23.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beer from other countries???</title><content type='html'>ive discovered that belgium beer is the meanest beer of them all. it takes no prisoners! i was at my friends house and i had like three bud lights. after awhile we ran out so i went on to another brand of beer. well the whole night continued like this until all that was left was some crazy ass beer from belgium. i figured why not. so i had one and then it kicked my ass. not in the good drunken way but in the really horrible sick way. to demonstrate it physically, the damn beer like dropkicked me in my stomach and then punched the shit outta my liver. well i wake up the next morning feeling horrible. after awhile i start to throw up cause i just finished eating cereal. then after that i start throwing up again but i have nothing left to throw up and i start to throw up bile. it was nasty yellow shit. it the stuff your stomach uses to break food down. i could feel it burning my esophagus on the way up. yuck. i dont recommend belgium beer or bile for breakfast to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111069200360554161?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111069200360554161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111069200360554161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111069200360554161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111069200360554161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/beer-from-other-countries.html' title='beer from other countries???'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111042630216835952</id><published>2005-03-09T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:45:02.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one bits my grits!</title><content type='html'>ha! another paper i bullshitted through but its done! yeah! take that! theres some beach justice for ya! uh! double up! uh! uh!oh damn! i feel a double double coming for devin brown! he almost had one the other night but hes gonna get one tonight. ok im gonna watch the rest of the game in all my glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111042630216835952?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111042630216835952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111042630216835952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111042630216835952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111042630216835952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-one-bits-my-grits.html' title='another one bits my grits!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111034374073218407</id><published>2005-03-08T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:49:00.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all is revealed in time</title><content type='html'>all was revealed in time. it turns out their craziness was just them saying they need help. the desert was just the bunker. that crazy pyramid was the pro shop. and the talking coyote was just the talking dog. "hi kris! find your homework!" what a minute. dogs cant talk. "ruff ruff" damn straight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111034374073218407?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111034374073218407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111034374073218407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111034374073218407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111034374073218407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-is-revealed-in-time.html' title='all is revealed in time'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111033090561986076</id><published>2005-03-08T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T17:15:05.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more papers to be written, money its a hit!</title><content type='html'>shit! i have another paper to write for class. huff! have you ever noticed how money changes people. i swear! my family is somewhat normal. you know the ocassional weirdness but other then that pretty normal. well with the mere mention of money it turns my family into crazed cows and sheep fiending for tomacco! hot damn it sucks so much! and then they try to tell you what to do with your own money, but then get mad when you say that youre going to do something else with it. like something you feel needs to be done, but they dont see that. uuugggghhhhhh! curse greed for money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111033090561986076?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111033090561986076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111033090561986076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111033090561986076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111033090561986076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-papers-to-be-written-money-its.html' title='more papers to be written, money its a hit!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111024836041010964</id><published>2005-03-07T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T18:19:20.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one paper, and a headache later</title><content type='html'>dear jebus and cathy lee! im done with my first paper for this week. now i need one more to go. blah! its only monday and i already feel crappy. theres so much to do and it cant be done cause im too lazy. curse me and my laziness. but i'll get my stuff done. now if youll excuse me i gots to helps me father with fixing the car. laters gators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle: oh, i needs some fuel fors me mule. some gas fors me ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111024836041010964?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111024836041010964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111024836041010964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111024836041010964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111024836041010964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-paper-and-headache-later.html' title='one paper, and a headache later'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111016676309564015</id><published>2005-03-06T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:39:23.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vlog mafia.</title><content type='html'>man, me and john were taking about verdi and then the thought of "what if verdi and his daughter dylan (the queen of vlogs) start a vlog mafia!"  and then verdi would have to grant one wish when dylan gets married. i would ask for a g9 cause there would probably be one by then at the rate computers are upgrading. and if you double crossed us or video blogging we'd killing you by beating you with cameras but then realize that its too expensive to do that and beat you with boom mics. and someone would say that verdi is funny then he'd be like "how am i funny?" with a joe pesci voice and beat the guy up with his own boom mic. BOOYAH!i cant think of anymore mafia/vlogger jokes. just dont cross us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111016676309564015?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111016676309564015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111016676309564015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111016676309564015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111016676309564015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/vlog-mafia.html' title='vlog mafia.'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111014225466998411</id><published>2005-03-06T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:24:44.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>krislove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.archive.org/download/krislovemov/krislove.mov"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5952212_d0b18135b7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/krislovemov/krislove.mov"&gt;krislove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/krislovemov/krislove.mov"&gt;kriswak&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;heres number two of kris vlog brought to you by jargon productions. thats my one man production company that at times asks for help from people who know more then me, namely verdi. so back up foolios! hang on to your hats! cause weve been meaning to fix the air conditioners.....&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/krislovemov/krislove.mov"&gt;I GIVE YOU MY NEWEST VLOG!&lt;/a&gt; enjoy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111014225466998411?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111014225466998411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111014225466998411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111014225466998411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111014225466998411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/krislove.html' title='krislove'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111004778224005049</id><published>2005-03-05T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T10:37:41.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUTION! read on till the end.</title><content type='html'>vloggers of the world unite! to fight! but what were fighting i do not know. could be you or even me, i just dont know. so i'll just keep living here in my own bubble ocassionally merging my bubble with others for fun. muahahahaha, our bubbles merged! but that means i have your cooties now damn it! and after all that work of being coody free and paying for my coody shot. that damn shot was expensive. and it hurts! man fuck this! im getting me a new clean bubble.&lt;br /&gt;    i only got three hours of sleep. wow! running off of adrenaline aight that bad. and giving your friend cert mints and telling him its some magical drug is funny. but then he'll actual start to trip off the certs and youll be arrested for having illegal substances when the damn stuff is just mints. crazy strong ass mints that they make now and how they make you trip.&lt;br /&gt;    how much do you think the univere's bitch gets paid? youd figure theyre paid something since even pimps pay their bitches something here on earth. what about intergalactic pimpin'??? what woud that be like???&lt;br /&gt;    there are two theroies about the universe. #1) that god made the universe or #2) the universe was always here, it has no beginning and no end. but that just seems ridiculoso because we cant comprehend something with no beginning and no end, or give reason to it. and if that is so then there would be no reason for god to create anything since the universe was always around. either way you look at it you kinda have blind faith in one or the other. and blind faith is something that some people seem to have a problem with. then if you dont believe in the universe not always being here and infinite then that same doubt must be put to god. if you dont believe anything could always be then where did our creator come from. i feel we do have some superior being that created us but who created him if the theory of infinity is not correct. maybe the super being we call god is actually a child of his own race or being. and we are a lower class science project he's getting for a grade in his realm. maybe were just like parts in a sub cell to him and were making the cell function by living out our lives (ok that sounds too much like the matrix, so i retract that comment). or like a advanced form of our own ant farm done for observation. and if we are an experiment would you say that he failed with all the war and hate and killing and raping that we produce??? or would we be a "C" project beause we have had technological advancements and revolutions, and all the beautiful things we make. music, sculpture, painting, medical science, vlogs help even out the ugly thigns we create. but when you think about it all as a parent child thing going on and on, and if we could trace it all back we'd end up with a being or something that was always existant. something that was always there with no beginning and no end. a mother to all, not just us but the superior beings , and their superior beings and so on and so forth until you get to the source of all that exists. so our god would have a god of his own and so on and so forth. so youd have to believe in both theories simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle: if i blew youre mind then YAY! for me!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111004778224005049?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111004778224005049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111004778224005049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111004778224005049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111004778224005049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/caution-read-on-till-end.html' title='CAUTION! read on till the end.'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-111001690508428820</id><published>2005-03-05T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T02:01:45.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst night EVER!</title><content type='html'>oh man! was this night the worst ever. first my friend told me that nine inch nails tickets were gonna go on sale at five today so we made plans to buy some. well we run a little behind and finally get online at like 6 and theyre sold out! WHAT THE FUCK! one fucking hour. then were like ok fine. so we go back to his town (seguin) and we go to his friends house and ends up that he got a 91 trans am for two hundred bucks that just needs work on the electrical system and thats it. then we lose track of time to purchase a certain barley substance. so we have none of that. we go to walmart and buy a playstation 2, a controller, a game, and a memory card. we put the memory card in and it doesnt work. the damn thing only works for the regular playstation. well we start playing the game and realize the screens too damn dark to play succesfully. we search for the remote but cant find the damn thing. so then we start head back to wal mart and on the way my friend remembers he has some of that barley drink at his other friends house. we get there but he's gone out of town and the game room is locked, in which the drinks were in. so then we go back to wal mart to buy another memory card and a universal controller. on the way out we find a friend of his that works there that could have got us this elusive drink weve been trying to get all night but its already three in the morning. and now here i sit at four in the morning logging in my worst night ever. DAMN YOU BAD JUJU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-111001690508428820?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/111001690508428820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=111001690508428820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111001690508428820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/111001690508428820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/03/worst-night-ever.html' title='worst night EVER!'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-110996882618683633</id><published>2005-03-04T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T12:40:26.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go betty go in espanol</title><content type='html'>i was listening to go betty go earlier today and ive come to realize i like their spanish songs better then their english songs. something about them that are just great! anyways, ive got a paper due tuesday for texas history and then another paper due thursday for writing comp. II. i hate writing papers. it means i have to think and work. and i hate having to work they way i do when i write papers. thats not the type of creative thinking i like to do. boo. hiss. kurplunk! hahaha remeber that one seinfeld where they kept using exclamation points for everything. like elaine kept using them for a report she did for work, and her excuse was that the paper need more feeling. DOUBLE EXCLAMATION POINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle:"C'mon"&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend so suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I try to see the mates&lt;br /&gt;but I have changed&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you everything&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;and now it's just too late&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;that's not what I said&lt;br /&gt;believe, believe what I meant&lt;br /&gt;All my friends have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;it's like my past erased and traveled into space&lt;br /&gt;and logically I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning to you was&lt;br /&gt;my best solution&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;that's not what I said (not what I said)&lt;br /&gt;believe, believe what I meant (what I meant)&lt;br /&gt;Ease up, ease up&lt;br /&gt;and life will get better (life will get better)enjoy, enjoy&lt;br /&gt;it's all okay&lt;br /&gt;Today I've come to choose my ways&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all before&lt;br /&gt;I thought it wasn't so&lt;br /&gt;that you will always hide&lt;br /&gt;even when it's not&lt;br /&gt;intended to be that way, that way 1 2 Betty Go!&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'monthat's not what I said&lt;br /&gt;believe, believe what I meant&lt;br /&gt;Ease up, ease upand life will get better&lt;br /&gt;enjoy, enjoyit's all okay&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;that's not what I said (not what I said)believe, believe what I meant (what I meant)&lt;br /&gt;Ease up, ease up&lt;br /&gt;and life will get better (life will get better)enjoy, enjoy&lt;br /&gt;it's all okay&lt;br /&gt;With all of the thing that I've thrown in your face It only caused you pain&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now it doesn't make much sense&lt;br /&gt;It's all that I've got left&lt;br /&gt;It's all that I've got left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-110996882618683633?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-110979458402301471</id><published>2005-03-02T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:16:24.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the world???</title><content type='html'>ok, today i found out that al gore funded the creation of skynet. it is al gore's fault the machines will rise and begin a revolution against humans. he brings about the end of our race. he brings about the war of humans versus the terminator. some how i feel arnold has a hand in this......a big hand in all of this. and you people thought that the end of the world would be brought about by bush. shame on you. it comes at the hands of a man who wasnt even president.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-110979458402301471?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-110972834327114040</id><published>2005-03-01T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T17:52:23.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uuggghhhhhh tired!</title><content type='html'>man! im tired for some reason. kinda feel drained. i dont think i need a break from stuff. i need to keep on keeping on. oh crap, new england called me saying that theyre gonna send off some stuff for financial aid for me and when i get it i have to call them back to fill it out and such. i really hope i get to go up there for skool. i want something new to do, maybe even get out of texas for awhile. if i do get the chance to go and study audio production i'll be happy! its something i really want to do. and then after i get a degree im gonna come back to san anton and get cracking on my life. i'll probably go back to utsa to finish my art degree but im gonna do so while i work. this life im aiming for is gonna invoke a life like the country and blues heroes ive come to know and admire. constantly working, soul becomes weary, but my life fulfilling even though i might stink to high heaven by the end of the day. ok maybe not be stinky but my brains twisted from all that i did that day. =) thats what im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle:&lt;br /&gt;unload 16 tons and what do ya get&lt;br /&gt;another day older and deeper in debt&lt;br /&gt;sorry st.peters cause i cant go&lt;br /&gt;i sold my soul to the company store&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-110972834327114040?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/110972834327114040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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beat yo brains in</title><content type='html'>we played the cavs tonight. it was a slow game to start and didnt pick up until the third quarter. ginobili makes centers cry. he has eyes everywhere. he sees all. that boy is fearless. parker was working his magic as well. brent barry is having a little trouble. i think his powers lie within the length of his hair, the longer the hair the better he is. man! even horry was getting down and dirty. stoopid Mcinnis shot a three pointer with like 40 seconds left on the clock, he was short and duncan tried to "corral" the ball but ended up deflecting off his hand and into the basket. i think tim felt sorry for the kid cause he cant shot threes and tipped it in for him. but then with 7 seconds left we had the ball, the score tied. duncan has the ball at the top of the key, passes to parker, parker penetrates and draws in the two men, parker passes back to duncan, duncan sizes up the shot, pulls the trigger............................and boom! two points, the buzzer went off as if to celebrate the shot! tim looked as if he knew for a fact that the shot was going in even before he got the ball. man! crazy ass spurs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-110964877886820492?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/110964877886820492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=110964877886820492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110964877886820492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110964877886820492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/02/spurs-can-beat-yo-brains-in.html' title='the spurs can beat yo brains in'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-110962296566282179</id><published>2005-02-28T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T12:36:05.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no internet, no cry</title><content type='html'>oh jebus and kathie lee! ive been imobilized and unable to get to my blog. but now im back from the dead! and free to work on my blog once again. skools been a biaitch but ive been getting my work done. i finished my second attempted at a three foot bottle cap which doesnt look like a bottle cap, more like a metallic muffin stump. eh, im satisfied with my first sculpture ever. now on to bigger and better things like a rivet-pez gun dispenser. muahahaha. no seriously thats my next idea for sculpture class. anywho, ive been doing a hell of alot better lately. i think im turning back into my old self again. my self assured, kool, somewhat arrogant, stubborn self again. so whach out world! cause my plans to dominate you......(or just to rock your socks off!) are back in swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle:"Perfect World"&lt;br /&gt;if i lived in a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;i would spend my days lying in the sun&lt;br /&gt;the party never ends in a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;if your life has hit the skids&lt;br /&gt;wave goodbye to the wife &amp;amp; kids&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready to move into a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;nacho cheese and anarchy&lt;br /&gt;boy that sure sounds good to me&lt;br /&gt;every kind of drug is free&lt;br /&gt;in the new america&lt;br /&gt;shoot your pistol in the air&lt;br /&gt;celebrate a brand new year&lt;br /&gt;living leisurely in a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;everybody's drinking hams&lt;br /&gt;good by all you straight edge bands&lt;br /&gt;sit around and get a tan&lt;br /&gt;in the new america&lt;br /&gt;when i turn on my t.v.nothing but pornography&lt;br /&gt;no more rated "g" in a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;strung out hookers everywhere&lt;br /&gt;have a picnic feed the bears&lt;br /&gt;now nobody even cares&lt;br /&gt;in the new america&lt;br /&gt;nothing in this worlds for free&lt;br /&gt;cause everything belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;no more green fees in a perfect world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-110962296566282179?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/110962296566282179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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work</title><content type='html'>i cant help but think it would work. but after thinking about it, it seems to have two flaws......#1)nice guys finish last. the nice guy almost always loses out to the good looking asshole. and #2) if nothing happens between the two (ie. a relationship more then just friends) then your just a cuddle bitch. in case you dont know what a cuddle bitch is allow me to explain....(clears throat).. a cuddle bitch is a guy that puts in the time to listen to a girl endlessly, talk on the phone with her for hours, do everything she ever tells you to and youre not in a serious relationship with her and not get anything out of it. at the end of the day all you get is a "aaahhhh thanks! youre my best guy friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know. it sucks, and then you wonder why some guys do this. damn girls not knowing what the hell they have, and sit there and cry "why do i keep getting ass holes for boyfriends". and even sometimes they say to the cuddle bitch, "why cant more guys be like you?" tisk tisk tisk....then again there are stoopider things in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-110921946816446892?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/110921946816446892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=110921946816446892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110921946816446892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110921946816446892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-just-might-work.html' title='it just might work'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-110920313524016618</id><published>2005-02-23T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:58:55.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day the seinfeld way</title><content type='html'>things are feeling better. the cuts on my hands, from the aluminum sheet metal i was using for my sculpture, have been healing nicely. the damn gorrilla glue doesnt want to come off. today i realized how seinfeld can be applied to real life and actually work in theory. it is in work right now if it will actually work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superchargeGBH: well we can pull a seinfeld, when that married couple like break up before they get married cause george was kidding when he told the bride that she could have done better, then they seperate and jerry and elaine had been waiting for them to break up so they could go out with them&lt;br /&gt;transtones: we could&lt;br /&gt;transtones: man&lt;br /&gt;transtones: this is just like the virgin suicides&lt;br /&gt;transtones: well&lt;br /&gt;superchargeGBH: and theyre plan was to be to call the person and say that theyre there for them, wherever that may be, and then after being there for them for awhile they would just simply be there&lt;br /&gt;transtones: they are not going to kill themselves&lt;br /&gt;transtones: YES&lt;br /&gt;superchargeGBH: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;transtones: YOUR A GENIOUS&lt;br /&gt;superchargeGBH: seinfeld answers everything&lt;br /&gt;superchargeGBH: hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;transtones: it does&lt;br /&gt;transtones: we have a new bible&lt;br /&gt;superchargeGBH: wed be there for them for sooooo long that wed finally be simply there with them&lt;br /&gt;transtones: YES&lt;br /&gt;transtones: ITS GOLD&lt;br /&gt;superchargeGBH: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;superchargeGBH: gold jerry gold!&lt;br /&gt;transtones: HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-110920313524016618?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/110920313524016618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=110920313524016618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110920313524016618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110920313524016618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Swingers. nough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle:&lt;br /&gt;dont write yourself off just yet&lt;br /&gt;you still got some ways left&lt;br /&gt;but the end is uncertain&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate decision hasnt been written&lt;br /&gt;as of yet&lt;br /&gt;i cant tell you what to expect&lt;br /&gt;dont scratch yourself off that card just yet&lt;br /&gt;you still got some rocket sauce left&lt;br /&gt;but how much, the gauge is uncertain&lt;br /&gt;the end credits havent rolled&lt;br /&gt;as of yet&lt;br /&gt;i cant tell you what to expect&lt;br /&gt;dont throw in the towel just yet&lt;br /&gt;you still got some blood left&lt;br /&gt;but the amount, we are uncertain&lt;br /&gt;you havent blacked out&lt;br /&gt;as of yet&lt;br /&gt;i cant tell you what to expect&lt;br /&gt;dont ride off just yet&lt;br /&gt;theres still some time before sunset&lt;br /&gt;you still got some light left&lt;br /&gt;but how much, its just uncertain&lt;br /&gt;the darkness hasnt come&lt;br /&gt;as of yet&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to expect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-110912883876355334?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/110912883876355334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=110912883876355334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110912883876355334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110912883876355334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-guess-its-getting-better-all-time.html' title='i guess its getting better all the time'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-110904084697986506</id><published>2005-02-21T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T18:54:06.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another reminder</title><content type='html'>remind this! &lt;a href="http://liting6a.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://liting6a.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; by the way i still think of all  that could have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-110904084697986506?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/110904084697986506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=110904084697986506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110904084697986506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110904084697986506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-reminder.html' title='another reminder'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10794068.post-110903898481984076</id><published>2005-02-21T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T18:38:51.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all things gone wrong</title><content type='html'>you ever get the feeling that you screwed up royally? that you dug so deep you cant get out? how about quick sand? where one thing goes wrong......and then another........ and then another until youre in over your head and your cant breath. (huff) who else needs a beer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post scrizzle&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the seaWill she come?Is there hope for meAfter all is said and doneAnything at any priceAll of this for youAll the spoils of a wasted lifeAll of this for youAll the world has closed her eyesTried faith all worn and thinFor all we could have doneAnd all that could have beenOcean pulls me closeAnd whispers in my earThe destiny I've choseAll becoming clearThe currents have their sayThe time is drawing nearWashes me awayMakes me disappearI descend from graceIn arms of undertowI will take my placeIn the great belowI can still feel youEven so far away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10794068-110903898481984076?l=kriswak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/feeds/110903898481984076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10794068&amp;postID=110903898481984076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110903898481984076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10794068/posts/default/110903898481984076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriswak.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-things-gone-wrong.html' title='all things gone wrong'/><author><name>kriswak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275124646637761259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/4677018_b5ab682d40_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
