<?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-4897859111370529750</id><updated>2011-11-09T08:25:13.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts That I Have Had</title><subtitle type='html'>Written by Todd Michael Rogers</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;by other people&lt;br /&gt;to help them with their problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That people could be monsters&lt;br /&gt;and would only be defeated&lt;br /&gt;if I looked deep into myself&lt;br /&gt;and believed the world around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I remembered&lt;br /&gt;That was just that one movie&lt;br /&gt;Space Jam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-6341205360137649890?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6341205360137649890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6341205360137649890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2010/06/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-461565689354192857</id><published>2010-05-12T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:25:13.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balamb</title><content type='html'>"You must be Balamb, cause your ass is talkin' to me..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-461565689354192857?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/461565689354192857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/461565689354192857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2010/05/balamb.html' title='Balamb'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3078447712788523205</id><published>2010-05-12T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:11:32.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably</title><content type='html'>I think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A chink in the armor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is probably medieval racism at its worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3078447712788523205?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3078447712788523205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3078447712788523205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2010/05/probably.html' title='Probably'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8041018040367210324</id><published>2010-05-10T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:08:31.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prank</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when your sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;I dip my hand in warm water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pee on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8041018040367210324?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8041018040367210324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8041018040367210324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2010/05/prank.html' title='Prank'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1769804443065773963</id><published>2009-04-18T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:09:44.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>I used to think "Godzilla" by Blue Oyster Cult was a worship song, because my right speaker was broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1769804443065773963?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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the song "Maneater"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1617525231004984867?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1617525231004984867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1617525231004984867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2009/04/cover-band.html' title='Cover Band'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2026723082428861469</id><published>2009-04-08T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:22:15.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>Congratulations!, You are now following user: every_Colplay_songever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vun vun vun vunvunvunvunvvnunnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;Vun vuh vuh vun vuhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posted 3 seconds ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh nooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posted 4 seconds ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could find a reason to say&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel on this cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posted 4 seconds ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vun vun vun vunvunvunvunvvnunnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;Vun vuh vuh vun vuhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posted 5 seconds ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement crahin and thundaaaa singin&lt;br /&gt;Flowers smellin and rain drops seeeeeeethin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posted 5 seconds ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vun Vun Vun vuh vun vun vuh vun vuh&lt;br /&gt;Vun vun vun vuh vun vun vuh vun vuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posted 5 seconds ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2026723082428861469?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2026723082428861469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2026723082428861469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3247948422887878525</id><published>2009-03-24T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:53:57.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Bell</title><content type='html'>I think Taco Bell should start an ad campaign called "stuff your emotions".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3247948422887878525?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3247948422887878525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3247948422887878525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2009/03/taco-bell.html' title='Taco Bell'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3914071124129118312</id><published>2009-03-05T08:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:54:54.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Because you've been running through my dreams all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3914071124129118312?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3914071124129118312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3914071124129118312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5147328629496275720</id><published>2009-03-05T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:56:52.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangover</title><content type='html'>Trying to put on my belt in the morning during a hangover is like trying to solve a rubiks cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stumbling around the room, crying and confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping some Japanese kid will come and help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5147328629496275720?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5147328629496275720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5147328629496275720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2009/03/hangover.html' title='Hangover'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-6407134181783800782</id><published>2009-03-04T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:58:09.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club</title><content type='html'>I want to start a club called "Cripples for America"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and our slogan would be "These Colors Don't Run."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-6407134181783800782?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6407134181783800782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6407134181783800782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2009/03/club.html' title='Club'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-827564541197347942</id><published>2009-03-03T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:30:34.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Comedy</title><content type='html'>Whenever I watch a Renee Zelwegger movie, I'm never sure if I'm watching a romantic comedy, or a nature documentary on the ugliest creature on the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-827564541197347942?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/827564541197347942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/827564541197347942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2009/03/romantic-comedy.html' title='Romantic Comedy'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8731793055776096283</id><published>2009-02-23T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:58:52.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accessory</title><content type='html'>If you're an accessory to murder, you probably just helped make it look pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8731793055776096283?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8731793055776096283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8731793055776096283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2009/02/accessory.html' title='Accessory'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3389774132354499218</id><published>2009-01-22T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:40:15.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Records</title><content type='html'>Everyone celebrates when you break a record,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I'd be happier when you sound like one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3389774132354499218?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3389774132354499218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3389774132354499218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2009/01/records.html' title='Records'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-6462997456677286982</id><published>2009-01-14T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:56:45.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>I awoke, the plaster of my ceiling piled around me, the smell of my own blood mixing with the acrid stench of the spray adhesive that was coating my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my blog was wrong... "Something like Spider-Man" would not be appearing in the city tonight after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-6462997456677286982?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6462997456677286982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6462997456677286982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3889696453005348105</id><published>2009-01-14T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:48:50.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>69</title><content type='html'>If 69 is so sexy, how is 96 so lonely...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3889696453005348105?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3889696453005348105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3889696453005348105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2009/01/69.html' title='69'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3054321969894371057</id><published>2008-12-31T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:38:30.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Men</title><content type='html'>I want to market a line of energy bars for gay men, and call them fruit snacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3054321969894371057?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3054321969894371057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3054321969894371057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/gay-men.html' title='Gay Men'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-4020325299463692783</id><published>2008-12-18T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:37:58.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captcha</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I use words from captcha codes and sprinkle them in conversations to feel superior:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Yes, yes, I'm sure Jeff was feeling very &lt;em&gt;gornable&lt;/em&gt; this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan: Uh, I don't think that's a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't be so &lt;em&gt;hollacomble&lt;/em&gt;, Susan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-4020325299463692783?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4020325299463692783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4020325299463692783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/captcha.html' title='Captcha'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5439092253042842954</id><published>2008-12-18T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:41:38.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta Miner</title><content type='html'>I was sold into slavery&lt;br /&gt;by a man made of spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;down into the meatball mines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past the parmesan caves&lt;br /&gt;and on past past the pools&lt;br /&gt;where pasta sauce lays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mined fettuccini&lt;br /&gt;while whipped with linguini&lt;br /&gt;and marinara sauce took my left eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5439092253042842954?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5439092253042842954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5439092253042842954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/pasta-miner.html' title='Pasta Miner'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-721392640109793893</id><published>2008-12-18T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:38:38.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coal</title><content type='html'>I bet way back when, getting coal in your stocking was a way of keeping your family safe and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and was known as awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-721392640109793893?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/721392640109793893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/721392640109793893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/coal.html' title='Coal'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5684680454602057055</id><published>2008-12-18T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:39:25.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindsight</title><content type='html'>You know what they say,&lt;br /&gt;hindsight is 60/40,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if your terrible at remembering things clearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5684680454602057055?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5684680454602057055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5684680454602057055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/hindsight.html' title='Hindsight'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-4965212478014830392</id><published>2008-12-16T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:30:50.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigur Ros</title><content type='html'>I think the worst thing about Sigur Ros is &lt;br /&gt;you'll start out listening to a song &lt;br /&gt;and you'll be in your head, &lt;br /&gt;marching to some sort of war with the claps and the music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then things are builiding up, &lt;br /&gt;and suddenly you'll find yourself marching towards some great beast, &lt;br /&gt;like a dragon, or a war with Sauron or something ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, the song changes, &lt;br /&gt;and you look around and find yourself marching in a gay parade,&lt;br /&gt;and that dragon is a rainbow float, &lt;br /&gt;and that Sauron is just some guy, &lt;br /&gt;and he's dancing the salsa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-4965212478014830392?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/feeds/4965212478014830392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigur-ros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4965212478014830392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4965212478014830392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigur-ros.html' title='Sigur Ros'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8064977119859095432</id><published>2008-12-13T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:07:47.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother</title><content type='html'>I bet if my Grandmother wrote a children's book, it would be called: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"That Cute Puppy Made Me Laugh Like A Witch, And Other Stories"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8064977119859095432?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/feeds/8064977119859095432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/grandmother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8064977119859095432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8064977119859095432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/grandmother.html' title='Grandmother'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1480237355045199457</id><published>2008-12-12T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:42:59.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Carol</title><content type='html'>Baby Jesus and boughs of Holly&lt;br /&gt;This Holiday we all feel jolly&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels merry and gay&lt;br /&gt;but what's that sound, coming this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, it is a Christmas Lion!&lt;br /&gt;Grab the children, keep them from crying&lt;br /&gt;To our woe here prowls a beast&lt;br /&gt;Under misteltoe and ready to feast&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, it is a Christmas Lion on Christ-mas-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who dyes his fur red and green?&lt;br /&gt;It's the scariest thing that I have ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Quick! Everyone hide under the tree&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Lion has broken free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, it is a Christmas Lion!&lt;br /&gt;Hide the children and keep them from crying&lt;br /&gt;To our woe here prowls a beast&lt;br /&gt;Under misteltoe and ready to feast&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, it is a Christmas Lion on Christ-mas-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleigh bells ring and a lion roars&lt;br /&gt;A seasonal demon knocking down our doors&lt;br /&gt;Who would thing a Holiday could go so wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;When he finishes the eggnog we'll be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, it is a Christmas Lion on Christ-mas-day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1480237355045199457?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1480237355045199457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1480237355045199457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-carol.html' title='Christmas Carol'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8082413430936519715</id><published>2008-12-10T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:17:25.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Texting</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Via an anonymous text message:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anonymous:&lt;/strong&gt; Fwd: FWD: FWD: God saw u struggling. He says its over. A blessing is comin ur way. If u believe in God send ten ppl. Don't ignore. Your being tested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, we're not. God just stole 10 cents from both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8082413430936519715?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8082413430936519715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8082413430936519715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/chain-texting.html' title='Chain Texting'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3712646962680515391</id><published>2008-12-09T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:15:59.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorito Banshee</title><content type='html'>Dorito Banshee&lt;br /&gt;screaming through the night&lt;br /&gt;for delicious chips&lt;br /&gt;of orange dusty delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a crunch of perfection&lt;br /&gt;a scream from behind&lt;br /&gt;the banshee is here&lt;br /&gt;with hungry designs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crinkly bag&lt;br /&gt;a lust for taste shall be my doom&lt;br /&gt;the banshee is here&lt;br /&gt;haunting this room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall i give her my chips?&lt;br /&gt;no i shall not&lt;br /&gt;now i shall die&lt;br /&gt;by the dorito banshee, i've been caught&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3712646962680515391?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3712646962680515391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3712646962680515391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/dorito-banshee.html' title='Dorito Banshee'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8835637142175583752</id><published>2008-12-09T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:31:52.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge</title><content type='html'>They all laughed at my extensive knowledge of Hawaii..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but who's the one laughing now...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WAIKIKIpedia.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8835637142175583752?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8835637142175583752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8835637142175583752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/knowledge.html' title='Knowledge'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-6907489343886280341</id><published>2008-12-09T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:24.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJD</title><content type='html'>I want to market a line of WWJD bracelets with answers printed on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Would Jesus Do? ...Possibly Celebrate Christmas AND Hannukah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-6907489343886280341?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6907489343886280341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6907489343886280341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/12/wwjd.html' title='WWJD'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-220354423644974192</id><published>2008-11-26T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:57:52.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I think Disney should make a movie just for dogs,&lt;br /&gt;using CGI to make humans bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And then, Satan can take his throne upon this fallen Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-220354423644974192?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/220354423644974192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/220354423644974192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/11/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-6367123096264012223</id><published>2008-11-17T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:09:09.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming This Fall</title><content type='html'>"We can rebuild him...we have the technology."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Yes...but can you make him more romantic?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Er, sure."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...Coming this fall, to NBC!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"The Byronic Man"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-6367123096264012223?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6367123096264012223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6367123096264012223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/11/coming-this-fall.html' title='Coming This Fall'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1559156536062871929</id><published>2008-11-11T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:27:42.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Smith</title><content type='html'>I've compiled a list of my favorite Will Smith quotes:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) "AW, HELL YEA!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2) "I have GOT to get me one of THESE"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3) "I MAKE TERRIBLE FILMS"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1559156536062871929?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1559156536062871929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1559156536062871929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-smith.html' title='Will Smith'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8092854606344421722</id><published>2008-11-04T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:42:38.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>She loved you like an old man pees...&lt;br /&gt;patient and without smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8092854606344421722?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8092854606344421722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8092854606344421722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1823548996311395378</id><published>2008-11-01T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:21:29.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Next Halloween I'm dressing up as Bambi's mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Its pretty much just a smiling dear costume, &lt;br /&gt;but every 30 minutes or so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sound of a gunshot goes off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1823548996311395378?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1823548996311395378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1823548996311395378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-6019548572456590498</id><published>2008-10-31T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:11:34.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Networks</title><content type='html'>I think the South should have it's own social network called "mahspace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm gonna add yew on mah mahspace"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-6019548572456590498?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6019548572456590498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6019548572456590498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/10/social-networks.html' title='Social Networks'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-4604762073280726082</id><published>2008-10-28T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:16:24.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent(less)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Via g chat:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michaela: people need to stop supporting their kids so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: exactly&lt;br /&gt;if they can't do something tell 'em&lt;br /&gt;"can i be an astronaught?"&lt;br /&gt;"no. you cry in the shower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michaela: HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-4604762073280726082?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4604762073280726082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4604762073280726082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/10/talentless.html' title='Talent(less)'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8763231074151199093</id><published>2008-10-27T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:01:29.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember that one Jewish children's song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hide the candle under the bushel (and Jesus isn't real)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8763231074151199093?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8763231074151199093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8763231074151199093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/10/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5242976619792095465</id><published>2008-10-23T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:18:17.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Land</title><content type='html'>I bet if there really WERE a world of Candy, it would have it's own Russia. Filled with Russian candy and desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And no one would go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5242976619792095465?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5242976619792095465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5242976619792095465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/10/candy-land.html' title='Candy Land'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-157820127448129585</id><published>2008-10-23T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:23:42.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever 21</title><content type='html'>Dear Girl at Forever 21,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but overhear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that dress "fits weird" is it's a cheaply produced thin, half blended polyester and tissue mix material, cut by a machine in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...also, you're as big as the whale of Ninevah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-157820127448129585?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/157820127448129585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/157820127448129585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/10/forever-21.html' title='Forever 21'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-9184111272849669473</id><published>2008-10-23T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:10:15.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Words</title><content type='html'>And then she said the words... the words that I had been dreading all this time.&lt;br /&gt;The words that made me flush toilets and dance, &lt;br /&gt;made me throw raisins at the neighbors, &lt;br /&gt;and kick small dogs and call them strangers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She parted her lips and whispered:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You have odd ways of worrying"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-9184111272849669473?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/9184111272849669473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/9184111272849669473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/10/words.html' title='The Words'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2166303760877653527</id><published>2008-10-06T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:52:35.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter "J"</title><content type='html'>If you mistype the letter "j" enough, anything looks arabic.&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without typos: This pineapple is delicious.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With typos: Ijj hajtjje Ajmerjica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2166303760877653527?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2166303760877653527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2166303760877653527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter-j.html' title='The Letter &quot;J&quot;'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2429304875470439462</id><published>2008-10-06T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:54:27.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Tarts</title><content type='html'>I think Pop Tarts should expand their line of flavors to include "hot coffee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Because then the tagline could be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm it tastes like-AHFUCK-MY mOuTH!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2429304875470439462?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2429304875470439462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2429304875470439462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/10/pop-tarts.html' title='Pop Tarts'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2809142398742609768</id><published>2008-10-01T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:03:21.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Shirt</title><content type='html'>When I put on a dress shirt, it's like adding garnish to a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."hey everyone, this was supposed to be fancy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2809142398742609768?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2809142398742609768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2809142398742609768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/10/dress-shirt.html' title='Dress Shirt'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-4972978565398275901</id><published>2008-09-26T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:29:02.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JINGALINGALING</title><content type='html'>JINGALINGALING&lt;br /&gt;ravaged by my own broken heart &lt;br /&gt;I stand fallen, up against this tree&lt;br /&gt;my eyes soaked with memories&lt;br /&gt;my hair twisted and dirty&lt;br /&gt;wearing my bell suit.&lt;br /&gt;JINGALINGALING&lt;br /&gt;you left me for another&lt;br /&gt;for a quiet place out by the sea&lt;br /&gt;you left me when i put this suit on&lt;br /&gt;you said the noise was disruptive&lt;br /&gt;and so you left me&lt;br /&gt;JINGALINGALING&lt;br /&gt;I stare off towards the open ocean&lt;br /&gt;hoping that you'll hear of me&lt;br /&gt;as I walk across the moores I trip&lt;br /&gt;an-&lt;br /&gt;JINGALINGA-ow!cra-JINGALINGALING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-4972978565398275901?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4972978565398275901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4972978565398275901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/09/jingalingaling.html' title='JINGALINGALING'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2664936427889491401</id><published>2008-09-23T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:44:09.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>All music is emo if you cry during it for no reason at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2664936427889491401?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2664936427889491401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2664936427889491401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/09/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-447575196005459076</id><published>2008-09-23T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:02:07.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl</title><content type='html'>Dear 9th grade girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving the trees and/or animals won't bring your Dad back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-447575196005459076?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/447575196005459076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/447575196005459076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl.html' title='Girl'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-6374453059861100269</id><published>2008-09-16T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:23:47.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikipedia</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine if wikipedia had youtube's design?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;comment: aw shiz lol this shiz iz hylarious&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;comment: no, ray89 YOU are a fag. it's obvious you didn't read the aeticle in ? He died in 1889&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;comment: i think he died in 1889.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;comment: hey boys great job! Cum see my info on article: carrots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-6374453059861100269?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6374453059861100269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6374453059861100269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/09/wikipedia.html' title='Wikipedia'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-6275275866092836649</id><published>2008-09-15T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:17:48.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>I like to think I'm pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But it's only been five minutes, and I've already got urine on my new scarve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-6275275866092836649?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6275275866092836649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6275275866092836649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/09/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2383708377714504547</id><published>2008-09-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:49:07.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>I was married to the sea, briefly, though the marriage was never consummated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2383708377714504547?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2383708377714504547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2383708377714504547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/09/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2365521455493777562</id><published>2008-09-13T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:58:55.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>I sigh and stare at all the paperwork littered across my desk.&lt;br /&gt;The file cabinets are banging and screeching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screams and scratches&lt;br /&gt;emanate from a thread tied package sitting to my left on the floor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I take a swig from my coffee mug, but of course it's already empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another day, in the department of lost falcons...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2365521455493777562?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2365521455493777562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2365521455493777562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/09/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1956200666216171348</id><published>2008-09-12T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:35:43.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain</title><content type='html'>I've learned that it really throws people off &lt;br /&gt;when you refer to them as "Captain"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Captain, I think we should see other people."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1956200666216171348?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1956200666216171348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1956200666216171348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/09/captain.html' title='Captain'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5505516924403884669</id><published>2008-07-23T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:12:23.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>You make one mistake, and people call you a corpse thief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5505516924403884669?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5505516924403884669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5505516924403884669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/07/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5368012223218961489</id><published>2008-07-23T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:27:06.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss</title><content type='html'>I kissed you unexpectedly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the hopes that you'd kiss me again to take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I broke your arm, because I thought you might be a vampire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5368012223218961489?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5368012223218961489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5368012223218961489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiss.html' title='Kiss'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-4647088857694103983</id><published>2008-07-03T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:47:54.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror</title><content type='html'>Actual Craigslist ad:&lt;br /&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SG1tbjlMzTI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NKQTvXGo06I/s1600-h/article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SG1tbjlMzTI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NKQTvXGo06I/s400/article.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218947863367437618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My replies:&lt;br /&gt;(click to embiggenate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SG1tvFgTexI/AAAAAAAAAjM/iwNWHWZX0Gc/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SG1tvFgTexI/AAAAAAAAAjM/iwNWHWZX0Gc/s400/one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218948198891223826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SG1t5v6YpAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/8va4AiBSB1s/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SG1t5v6YpAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/8va4AiBSB1s/s400/three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218948382073594882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-4647088857694103983?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4647088857694103983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4647088857694103983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/07/horror.html' title='Horror'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SG1tbjlMzTI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NKQTvXGo06I/s72-c/article.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8714415700951994505</id><published>2008-07-03T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:21:57.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criterion</title><content type='html'>Why isn't there a criterion collection DVD for any of Ice Cube's films?&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;? Or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next Friday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In THIS mothafuckin' scene..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8714415700951994505?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8714415700951994505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8714415700951994505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/07/criterion.html' title='Criterion'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5093969283333448953</id><published>2008-07-02T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:17:35.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>During a job interview I think it's a good idea to research the company AND the interviewer as thoroughly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did you know, your mom didn't actually want to have a baby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5093969283333448953?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5093969283333448953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5093969283333448953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/07/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2467867744949038413</id><published>2008-07-02T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:02:55.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces</title><content type='html'>An old person wearing braces is like an old cat wearing a wooden tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there's no point, and everyone is staring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2467867744949038413?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2467867744949038413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2467867744949038413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/07/braces.html' title='Braces'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-6646382975205965861</id><published>2008-06-27T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:54:04.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-it-Notes</title><content type='html'>You'd be surprised what you can do with Post-it-Notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, you WILL be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you wake up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-6646382975205965861?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6646382975205965861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6646382975205965861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/06/post-it-notes.html' title='Post-it-Notes'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3296257627390347292</id><published>2008-06-17T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:24:23.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windbreakers</title><content type='html'>Why do old people wear windbreakers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they sit around trading stories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I was fifty-three the first time the wind broke upon my chest..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3296257627390347292?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3296257627390347292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3296257627390347292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/06/windbreakers.html' title='Windbreakers'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3514297478851022028</id><published>2008-06-11T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:05:57.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>I'm not jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to outlive everyone else who ever touched you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3514297478851022028?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3514297478851022028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3514297478851022028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/06/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8898060434310466322</id><published>2008-06-10T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:25:46.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if your lying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and men CAN'T have periods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then I wonder how you make me bleed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8898060434310466322?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8898060434310466322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8898060434310466322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/06/lying.html' title='Lying'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2565599218636722661</id><published>2008-06-03T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:46:40.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes</title><content type='html'>pancakes, pancakes&lt;br /&gt;who wants some pancakes?&lt;br /&gt;I want some pancakes&lt;br /&gt;oh shit! oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pancakes pancakes&lt;br /&gt;who wants some pancakes&lt;br /&gt;those are way to hot!&lt;br /&gt;oh shit! oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need some pancake insurance&lt;br /&gt;up in here&lt;br /&gt;we need some pancake insurance&lt;br /&gt;up in here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2565599218636722661?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2565599218636722661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2565599218636722661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/06/pancakes.html' title='Pancakes'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-4979615573651218374</id><published>2008-06-03T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:46:14.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Million</title><content type='html'>1 million seems like a pretty good number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...unless you're talking about bodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-4979615573651218374?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4979615573651218374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4979615573651218374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-million.html' title='1 Million'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3156571149017397198</id><published>2008-06-03T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:45:33.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Quote</title><content type='html'>via AIM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: give me a cool quote for my work bio!&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: something ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd: sometimes life is like killing a dead body, it's just pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd: life is like a box of chocolates, and star wars episode I was terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3156571149017397198?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3156571149017397198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3156571149017397198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/06/cool-quote.html' title='Cool Quote'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5541913577193110719</id><published>2008-06-03T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:25:22.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baja Fresh</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'll be sitting around at Baja Fresh, eating a burrito, when I imagine the government watching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's him,"  &lt;/span&gt;they'd whisper&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  "That's the guy everyone wants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..the loneliest man on the planet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5541913577193110719?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5541913577193110719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5541913577193110719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/06/baja-fresh.html' title='Baja Fresh'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5069127026628493519</id><published>2008-06-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:23:20.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Axe</title><content type='html'>via walking around the store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (sigh) why don't they make an Axe body spray for girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd: ...because it'd just be called "whore".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5069127026628493519?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5069127026628493519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5069127026628493519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/06/axe.html' title='Axe'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-7481106189736884428</id><published>2008-05-30T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:35:55.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Movies</title><content type='html'>via AIM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: can we write a children's tv movie called "double dang"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: ha&lt;br /&gt;Joey: that sounds dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: that's what you said about my last idea&lt;br /&gt;Me: penises of fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-7481106189736884428?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/7481106189736884428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/7481106189736884428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/tv-movies.html' title='TV Movies'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1781740612602861040</id><published>2008-05-27T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:49:20.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Lover</title><content type='html'>precious lover&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we were ghosts we'd haunt this house together&lt;br /&gt;make ghost love&lt;br /&gt;as we float above the ether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can ghosts make love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know &lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if we were dead I think I know we'd try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we were monsters&lt;br /&gt;we'd live under the bed together&lt;br /&gt;make monster love&lt;br /&gt;and never stop ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can monsters make love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if we were scary beasts i know you know I'd bet we'd try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;you healed my heart with a stitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;you always scratch that itch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we were witches&lt;br /&gt;living in the dark woods together&lt;br /&gt;I'd run the fuck away from you&lt;br /&gt;and never stop ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I've been scared of witches for like, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;you and i can't miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;precious lover&lt;br /&gt;except if you were a witch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1781740612602861040?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1781740612602861040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1781740612602861040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/precious-lover.html' title='Precious Lover'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1714278147009867572</id><published>2008-05-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:25:39.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Woman,</title><content type='html'>Dear woman walking in front of me in the mall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you walk any slower we're going to end up going back in time, and I don't want to be stuck in the cretaceous period with some slow FUCK of an old woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1714278147009867572?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1714278147009867572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1714278147009867572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-woman.html' title='Dear Woman,'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2827607620304132777</id><published>2008-05-23T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:34:48.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circumstance</title><content type='html'>is a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;circumstance&lt;/span&gt; whenever a Jewish man poses naked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2827607620304132777?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2827607620304132777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2827607620304132777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/circumstance.html' title='Circumstance'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5017114191157856123</id><published>2008-05-16T08:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:34:12.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>Things I like to say out loud at Starbucks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i didn't really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; for the Garden State soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) do you know their's a BRITISH version of the office? ...I heard it's not as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Is the plural form of glide, glid? I think it's glid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5017114191157856123?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5017114191157856123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5017114191157856123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/starbucks_16.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-7609754324773552438</id><published>2008-05-15T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:06:04.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam and Eve</title><content type='html'>Everyone thinks Adam and Eve shared an apple, when in my mind, it's far more depressing to imagine the fall of man involving a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-7609754324773552438?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/7609754324773552438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/7609754324773552438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/adam-and-eve.html' title='Adam and Eve'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-4974096331811336719</id><published>2008-05-15T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:05:12.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday School</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd try my hand at writing a new Sunday school song, y'know, for all the little Christian chitlins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses leads the Jews&lt;br /&gt;with his peanut butter gun&lt;br /&gt;boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;goes his peanut butter gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses prays to God&lt;br /&gt;when Pharaoh has his fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharaoh's gonna learn to fear&lt;br /&gt;the peanut butter gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses leads the Jews&lt;br /&gt;with his peanut butter gun&lt;br /&gt;boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;goes his peanut butter gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses prays to God&lt;br /&gt;and God kills Pharaoh's son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharaoh's gonna learn to fear&lt;br /&gt;the peanut butter gun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-4974096331811336719?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4974096331811336719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4974096331811336719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday-school.html' title='Sunday School'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1142516719267229291</id><published>2008-05-14T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:59:24.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashville</title><content type='html'>I thought the city of Nashville could use a new slogan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashville: "Satan's Chicago", where the locals call Satan "Stan", and Nashville, "Stan's Chicago".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1142516719267229291?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1142516719267229291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1142516719267229291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/nashville.html' title='Nashville'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3478109883166247999</id><published>2008-05-12T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:12:39.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>Every kid thinks the same thing before they get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."you know what I think i could do?"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3478109883166247999?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3478109883166247999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3478109883166247999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3657842070053956126</id><published>2008-05-09T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:39:49.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Street</title><content type='html'>I think girls think I'm a lot like Grover, from Sesame Street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Nice guy, but you don't really want to have sex with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3657842070053956126?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3657842070053956126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3657842070053956126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/sesame-street.html' title='Sesame Street'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-6344232042900691545</id><published>2008-05-06T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:18:26.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>I know it's just coincidence, but whenever I'm driving, every time I start singing the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Power Rangers&lt;/span&gt; theme song, like clockwork, I hit someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-6344232042900691545?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6344232042900691545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6344232042900691545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-4785379231900525989</id><published>2008-05-06T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:17:01.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recurring Memory</title><content type='html'>I have this recurring memory of searching through our new house for my "winnie the poo" coloring book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, one fourth of July I cried so hard my Dad left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-4785379231900525989?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4785379231900525989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4785379231900525989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/recurring-memory.html' title='Recurring Memory'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8958012291508224815</id><published>2008-05-06T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:13:12.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse Word</title><content type='html'>I once made up my own curse word and yelled it at everyone, secure in the knowledge that no one would now I was cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got in trouble at school, because the word I came up with was "murderfocker".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8958012291508224815?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8958012291508224815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8958012291508224815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/curse-word.html' title='Curse Word'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3751563348835208961</id><published>2008-05-06T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:11:35.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Scout</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, my friend Mark told me that the dinosaucers had come down and made him a secret scout. He even gave me a little communicator and told me I could be one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It's been twenty years, and I think Mark was just being a dick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3751563348835208961?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3751563348835208961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3751563348835208961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/secret-scout.html' title='Secret Scout'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1278633180411156254</id><published>2008-05-06T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:37:46.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Globe</title><content type='html'>Have you ever taken a globe of the world,and spun it?&lt;br /&gt;And then used your fingertips to pretend that you can tap dance across the world at the speed of light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You'll only be disappointed, when you remember that it can never happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1278633180411156254?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1278633180411156254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1278633180411156254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/globe.html' title='Globe'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-352636846435848441</id><published>2008-05-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:16:58.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burglar</title><content type='html'>I guess it'd be kind of odd to tell you guys&lt;br /&gt;I sleep in a homemade cardboard robot suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I keep waiting for a burglar,&lt;br /&gt;and the nightmares he'll have afterwards...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-352636846435848441?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/352636846435848441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/352636846435848441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/05/burglar.html' title='Burglar'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-4043105221704733993</id><published>2008-04-16T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:23:20.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>i think most girls think the same thing when they see a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i could dress him better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-4043105221704733993?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4043105221704733993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4043105221704733993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/04/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1381169434796528572</id><published>2008-04-16T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:21:15.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amnesia</title><content type='html'>I must have some sort of amnesia, because I can't remember anything positive from my childhood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1381169434796528572?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1381169434796528572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1381169434796528572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/04/amnesia.html' title='Amnesia'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-25501827755692614</id><published>2008-04-03T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:06:56.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Fiction Novel Pitch #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear Zondervan Inc,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the premiere publisher of Christian fiction and literature, please enjoy the enclosed treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also sent you one another, and have yet to receive word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in Him,&lt;br /&gt;Todd Michael Rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing It To The Limit&lt;br /&gt;By: Todd Michael Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota Macfannen is the world's greatest race car driver, after a terrible wreck (do to his "pushing it to the limit") Macfannen becomes a drunkard and all around washup, no one will let him race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night while praying on his hands and knees to God in a junkyard, Macfannen stumbles upon a living, talking, VW Bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This VW Bug, possessed by the spirit of our Lord and Savior Christ Jesus, talks Macfannen back from the edge, and together, they win the big race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible Idea: A red BMW possessed by Satan, Lord of Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible Title Ideas:&lt;br /&gt;"Pushing it to the limit"&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus Car"&lt;br /&gt;"VW Jesus"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-25501827755692614?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/25501827755692614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/25501827755692614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/04/christian-fiction-novel-pitch-2.html' title='Christian Fiction Novel Pitch #2'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2747039415298286051</id><published>2008-04-03T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:55:54.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Fiction Novel Pitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Zondervan inc.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the premiere publisher of Christian fiction and literature, I hope you'll enjoy the treatment you'll find enclosed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Todd Michael Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that Jesus was crucified on the cross beside two criminals, my novel asks the question, what if Satan, Prince of Darkness possessed a common criminal from the 24th century, traveled back in time, and died on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fourth cross&lt;/span&gt;, NEGATING the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible title ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Cross&lt;br /&gt;Future Cross&lt;br /&gt;Double Cross&lt;br /&gt;Satan's Scheme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2747039415298286051?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2747039415298286051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2747039415298286051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/04/christian-fiction-novel-pitch.html' title='Christian Fiction Novel Pitch'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-6715005576958366534</id><published>2008-03-31T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:45:07.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch</title><content type='html'>I think my couch eats change,because I've been sitting here for days and nothing feels different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-6715005576958366534?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6715005576958366534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/6715005576958366534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/couch.html' title='Couch'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1261876254120551881</id><published>2008-03-19T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:52:59.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughs</title><content type='html'>Everyone is laughing at the bible study, having a good time, until I take it too far and yell without thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just imagined you farting so loud your pants fell down!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the following silence is deafening, and I know, deep inside, that Jesus has left the room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1261876254120551881?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1261876254120551881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1261876254120551881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/laughs.html' title='Laughs'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-7270499969313929650</id><published>2008-03-14T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:30:22.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice Journal 3/14/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bob took the last bear claw and walked back into his office, that FUCKER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't think he's eaten it yet...I can't  stop thinking about it...it's TWO hours till lunch...that FUCKER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my new goal is to sneak into Bob's office, and steal the bear claw back from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;using mathematical equations scribbled down on napkins and lunch receipts, I believe I've found a way to create an illusion suit, which should render me invisible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Okay, using hundreds of post-it-note "flip books" covering my entire body, I plan on running quickly enough that each booklet will present an animation, (firework or sword fight) the ensuing chaos of so many moving images SHOULD be enough to shut Bob's mind down and blank out my appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;shit. he saw me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CLICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-7270499969313929650?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/7270499969313929650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/7270499969313929650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/voice-journal-31408.html' title='Voice Journal 3/14/08'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-4849681187635229802</id><published>2008-03-13T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T08:21:36.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandfather</title><content type='html'>I'll never forget the words my Grandfather said to me that fishing trip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sometimes I sleep with a knife taped to my dick, in case I'm attacked by a sexy burglar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-4849681187635229802?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4849681187635229802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/4849681187635229802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/grandfather.html' title='Grandfather'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1630037820519724653</id><published>2008-03-12T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:00:20.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreathed in Darkness</title><content type='html'>wreathed in darkness&lt;br /&gt;i sit and stare into my macbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lift my dark talons&lt;br /&gt;and search across google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dark wizards nashville todd"&lt;br /&gt;0 results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i bathe in shadows&lt;br /&gt;eyes burning with sorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1630037820519724653?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1630037820519724653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1630037820519724653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/wreathed-in-darkness.html' title='Wreathed in Darkness'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3007691203868911097</id><published>2008-03-12T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:01:43.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Last night I finally got the incantations just right, and was able to summon my first ice dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, maybe my roomates'll be pissed, when they come home and find that I've turned the thermostat up that high, or see that much water damage coming out from under my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they shouldn't have laughed when I told them I wanted to devote my life to the dark arts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Plus, that thing beat the shit out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3007691203868911097?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3007691203868911097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3007691203868911097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-1659513446979193741</id><published>2008-03-12T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:29:12.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skip Rope</title><content type='html'>Sean and I have decided that the children of today need new skip rope rhymes, so &lt;a href="http://thoughtsthattoddhasnthad.blogspot.com/2008/03/skip-rope.html"&gt;here's his&lt;/a&gt; and here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taco party&lt;br /&gt;taco party&lt;br /&gt;everybody it's a taco party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frank didn't bring no tacos&lt;br /&gt;frank didn't bring no tacos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill him&lt;br /&gt;kill him with an alligator&lt;br /&gt;kill him with an alligator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taco party&lt;br /&gt;taco party&lt;br /&gt;everybody it's a taco party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul didn't bring no cheese&lt;br /&gt;Paul didn't bring no cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt him&lt;br /&gt;hurt him where he makes his children&lt;br /&gt;hurt him where he makes his children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-1659513446979193741?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1659513446979193741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/1659513446979193741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/skip-rope.html' title='Skip Rope'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-3344356977331971635</id><published>2008-03-11T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:47:57.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged</title><content type='html'>I changed my Myspace profile to "engaged"and this is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/R9fh4mPV6ZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ezuNnUFATJk/s1600-h/engaged+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/R9fh4mPV6ZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ezuNnUFATJk/s400/engaged+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176854659139496338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/R9fh-GPV6aI/AAAAAAAAAeU/senorfBV5sY/s1600-h/engaged+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/R9fh-GPV6aI/AAAAAAAAAeU/senorfBV5sY/s400/engaged+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176854753628776866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/R9fijmPV6cI/AAAAAAAAAeg/CgMQcuYl1gY/s1600-h/engaged+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/R9fijmPV6cI/AAAAAAAAAeg/CgMQcuYl1gY/s400/engaged+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176855397873871298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/R9fiymPV6eI/AAAAAAAAAes/bsob5Zjh62k/s1600-h/in+addition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/R9fiymPV6eI/AAAAAAAAAes/bsob5Zjh62k/s400/in+addition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176855655571909090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-3344356977331971635?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3344356977331971635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/3344356977331971635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/engaged.html' title='Engaged'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/R9fh4mPV6ZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ezuNnUFATJk/s72-c/engaged+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-2417691800724381296</id><published>2008-03-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:14:15.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laser Gun</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I dream I'm at a party, showing people how well I can sound like a laser gun with my tongue. In the good dreams, they clap and laugh, impressed. in the bad dreams I remember I'm dreaming, and wake up alone in my room, my sheets smelling like piss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-2417691800724381296?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2417691800724381296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/2417691800724381296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/laser-gun.html' title='Laser Gun'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5153028422785333865</id><published>2008-03-07T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:08:21.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothing</title><content type='html'>I don't wear "only black" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a shirt; this is a vestment, a robe of spun hatred...&lt;br /&gt;my converse are ripped and shredded from my travels of torment...&lt;br /&gt;my jacket armors me from the arrows of mine enemy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my pants... are from Target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5153028422785333865?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5153028422785333865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5153028422785333865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/clothing.html' title='Clothing'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-5161031987265081303</id><published>2008-03-06T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:25:39.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainer</title><content type='html'>confidence is shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one showed up to the gig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children are screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost half my act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the parents think I'm awful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought God wanted me to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a children's party entertainer/ deadly snake charmer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-5161031987265081303?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5161031987265081303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/5161031987265081303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/entertainer.html' title='Entertainer'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-960466142365582006</id><published>2008-03-06T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:33:05.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute Band</title><content type='html'>I want to record a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt; tribute album, with all proceeds going towards hypoglycemia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be called "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Low Blood Sugar Sex Magik&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-960466142365582006?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/960466142365582006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/960466142365582006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/tribute-band.html' title='Tribute Band'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-7340226168018480915</id><published>2008-03-06T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:20:00.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyer</title><content type='html'>I would make a terrible lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You're Honor, this shit is soOOOoo gay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-7340226168018480915?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/7340226168018480915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/7340226168018480915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/lawyer.html' title='Lawyer'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8288762340567202434</id><published>2008-03-04T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:32:06.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA's</title><content type='html'>As an experiment, I think PSA's should start using reverse psychology. Imagine these as billboards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There are over 15 thousand acres of rain forest left in the world, why can't we cut faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs: Your older brother turned out well enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight of the navigator wasn't THAT bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8288762340567202434?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8288762340567202434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8288762340567202434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/psas.html' title='PSA&apos;s'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897859111370529750.post-8894825468338464360</id><published>2008-03-03T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:13:37.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotline</title><content type='html'>I want to start a suicide text hotline,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the number would be 1-800-dntdoit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897859111370529750-8894825468338464360?l=thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8894825468338464360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897859111370529750/posts/default/8894825468338464360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthatihavehad.blogspot.com/2008/03/hotline.html' title='Hotline'/><author><name>Todd Michael Rogers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7pYj-MCjI0/SQUkYyqP-aI/AAAAAAAABFA/AFzbmMSpq8E/S220/profilepic.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
