<?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-13886692</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:55:45.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::the fabulous d::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Fabulous D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02222096588688657669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/broken_succubus/gay%20pride/love.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886692.post-113372026529289151</id><published>2005-12-04T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T10:17:45.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Bells are Ringing...</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey!!!! I wonder if anyone reads this? Oh well I write on it non the lesss. So alot of stuff is happening and has happened. The ballet trip is coming up, so is X-mas. Saw RENT and almost died at the perfection. I have an ISU to write this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading, but i hate Duddy Kravitz *SCREAMS*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on a girl EWWWW, but shes butch. Daniella Sea who will be playing the butch tranny Moira/Max on the upcomming season of the L word. Its creepy cuz she looks like a hot sexy dude who is all broody, but she is a chick *SPINS AROUND INSANLY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a homophobia workshop at THS on thursday, and after a fiasco to get something to wear since i didnt have civies cuz i forgot, i arrived late to the presentation. We did 2 one hour presentations to grade nine classes, and they were for the most part very attentive and well behaved. Although one girl seemed to never even heard about sex change operations, and we had to point out that micheal jackson diddling children does not make him gay simply messed up. Im hoping this will lead to more kids coming to group, and we know it has already changed the way they think about GLBT people.&lt;br /&gt;And on the 13th im going to toronto to see the nut cracker and do some hardcore shopping for presents. To the village.&lt;br /&gt;And on a more serious note to stop my self from making this a completely irrelevent post, Dick Cheney is a monster.  He along with 9 other US senators voted to pass a bill or amendment or whatever, which would allow them to surpass the Geneva Convention in regards to the torture of prisoners for information. Between this even making it to vote and the patriot act passing, America is no long a free country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13886692-113372026529289151?l=thefabulousd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/feeds/113372026529289151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13886692&amp;postID=113372026529289151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/113372026529289151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/113372026529289151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-bells-are-ringing.html' title='Christmas Bells are Ringing...'/><author><name>The Fabulous D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02222096588688657669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/broken_succubus/gay%20pride/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886692.post-113294068709727255</id><published>2005-11-25T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T09:44:47.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RENT...... The prolouge of an insane little man named D.</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here listening to songs from the OBC of RENT. And tommorow at 10:30 I will be sitting at the theatre watching the movie adaptation of the film. I have not been this excited about a film in a long friggin while. I had seen the broadway performance of RENT back in April at the 9th aniversary of theier engagement. And now I am waiting to see the film version.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna die of excitement, I just watched the entire cast on the view and they sang!!!!!!!! And my mother asked if i would need a diaper for the rest of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho Im just gonna end up rambling until the cows come home unless i stop now so CIAO, and everyone must go see RENT the flying spaghetti monster creator of all demands it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.venganza.org/"&gt;http://www.venganza.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13886692-113294068709727255?l=thefabulousd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/feeds/113294068709727255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13886692&amp;postID=113294068709727255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/113294068709727255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/113294068709727255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/2005/11/rent-prolouge-of-insane-little-man.html' title='RENT...... The prolouge of an insane little man named D.'/><author><name>The Fabulous D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02222096588688657669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/broken_succubus/gay%20pride/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886692.post-112802653666742228</id><published>2005-09-29T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:42:16.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i {heart} the L word</title><content type='html'>So school has started... A quick re cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mrs Reed finnally turned on Caitlin and I&lt;br /&gt;-Mrs Storms is a granny now and has given us a total of 7 books to read for her grade 12 english class.&lt;br /&gt;-The drama of highschool is slowly driving Tasha and I insane, causing our random running away to go to walmart etc.&lt;br /&gt;-We made a new friend named Sarah and she is wicked cool.&lt;br /&gt;-University stuff has started already and Im freaking out&lt;br /&gt;-I am reading my ass off and yet still I doubt my ability to finish it all at the required dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Im done the recap. I think Im going mad. Not insane suicidal, manic, skitzo. But rather a glorious madness the likes of Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath. I call it the head in the oven rocks in the pockets madness. (Yes Im aware they both killed themselves and I am even making reference to it but I mean to reference thier madness in the literary world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like someone. I think Eric might like them as well which complicates matters greatly. And tonight is the L word so for now Im just going to work on my Sociology work and listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book(s) of the Week: Mysterious Skin&lt;br /&gt;                                      Prozac Nation&lt;br /&gt;Song(s) of the Week: Breath- Anna Nalick&lt;br /&gt;                                      Bleed Like Me-Garbage&lt;br /&gt;                                      Play Dead- Bjork&lt;br /&gt;                                      Hurt-Johhny Cash&lt;br /&gt;Movie(s) of the Week: Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;                                        Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;                                        Corpse Bride&lt;br /&gt;                                        Crash&lt;br /&gt;Show(s0 To Watch: The L Word&lt;br /&gt;                                    Six Feet Under&lt;br /&gt;                                    Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;                                    Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;                                    Top Model&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13886692-112802653666742228?l=thefabulousd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/feeds/112802653666742228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13886692&amp;postID=112802653666742228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/112802653666742228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/112802653666742228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-heart-l-word.html' title='i {heart} the L word'/><author><name>The Fabulous D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02222096588688657669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/broken_succubus/gay%20pride/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886692.post-112256669809906663</id><published>2005-07-28T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T09:04:58.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Blair</title><content type='html'>Tony Blair is the prime minister of Britain. He is the number one foreign supourter of Bush and his invasions of Iraq. This is a statement he made in retaliation to the disarment of a guerilla group oposing British rule of Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British Prime Minister Tony Blair said Thursday he welcomed the IRA's statement.&lt;br /&gt;"I welcome its clarity. I welcome the recognition that the only route to political change lies in exclusively peaceful and democratic means," Blair told reporters in his Downing Street office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? If violence isn't the answer why are thier countless causualtys made in order to save those casualties from thier evil ways and ruler. This is becoming the new crusuades. Rome VS Persia. BUSH VS SADAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13886692-112256669809906663?l=thefabulousd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/feeds/112256669809906663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13886692&amp;postID=112256669809906663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/112256669809906663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/112256669809906663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/2005/07/tony-blair.html' title='Tony Blair'/><author><name>The Fabulous D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02222096588688657669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/broken_succubus/gay%20pride/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886692.post-112023317462113040</id><published>2005-07-01T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T08:55:01.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whispers From The Horizon</title><content type='html'>This is a story I wrote yesterday when the internet wasn't working. Please tell me what you think aside from my horrid grammar and lack of spell check. It's about a young man who is dying. (DUH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whispers From The Horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun rose along the skyline. The brisk waters of the ocean lapped at his ankles, calling him towards the depths. The cold crept up his legs, like the numbing hands of a mysterious wraith. This would be his very last moment. His life measured in pills and examinations. His memories of a so called normal life became more and more faint with every passing day. Every passing day spent among the sterile walls of hospitals and labs and clinics. He could barly feel the painful claws of the ocean as they grasped for him. His taunt and sunken frame beyond shivering, made its way towards the end of these moments. Simply a series of moments. Measured in meals, and then classes. Moving towards cups of coffee and songs on the radio. To moments spent in worry and fear. Hours spent trapped between denial and acceptance. To the life he seemed to of been living for eons. He began to trod forward bringing the cold inward. Slowly it clutched at his weakened heart. The heart that had seen so much. Been broken and mended. The heart that never would settle. His legs, having spent so much time within the bitter october waters, buckled. The salt water stung his eyes, blurring his vision. Ending the moment. Seeping in and drowning a mouth with so many songs to sing. Scalding his eyes. The eyes which would never see Paris in the spring. The eyes that would never look upon his mother again. Eyes that would become vacant and lost, so much like those men and women he had seen within the walls of those clinics. His senses failed him one by one and all that was left was the faint image of his loved ones. The look on his best friends face when she would get the call. His brothers face, when he would make that long trip down the sterile halls to identify the "corpse" which had once been his older brother. His mothers eyes as the snow would fall upon the flowers at his funeral. Snow so very early this year. The snow that would brush his mothers eyes, so full of pain. All those faces, still so unprepared for this, even after years of the illness. Years of doctors and needles and tests. Voices in the blank clouds. This is how the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper. His mothers body racked with sobs and one sickening heavy breath inward. Muffled by her hands. Muffled by the rush of water into his chest. His mind so chilled, barly able to grasp the last flickering emotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13886692-112023317462113040?l=thefabulousd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/feeds/112023317462113040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13886692&amp;postID=112023317462113040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/112023317462113040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/112023317462113040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/2005/07/whispers-from-horizon.html' title='The Whispers From The Horizon'/><author><name>The Fabulous D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02222096588688657669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/broken_succubus/gay%20pride/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886692.post-111949572969867490</id><published>2005-06-22T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:02:09.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon Flowers Will Be Mine</title><content type='html'>So yes. I have just finished a labour intesive day of the sewing. Tasha and Caitlin came over before NOON and we made sweet dresses together for prom. I still however need to finish up Tasha's corset and we need to hem and take in Caitlin's Monroe-Esque dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would LOVE a diet 7-Up with lime, however I lack 7-Up of the diet persuasion. I have regular but I don't like it. It is not because I am one of those people who tries to fool themselves they are being healthy by instead of sugar opting for a possibly deadly substitute, I simply enjoy the taste more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been roaming the internet and I have decided that I am going to try switching myself over to blogger for all of my online posting needs. I am very unsure of this and so wish D good luck. I'm now going to start working on the vamping of this new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Grooving To: Mr. Brightside -The Killers&lt;br /&gt;And Wishing: That I had some damn diet 7-Up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13886692-111949572969867490?l=thefabulousd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/feeds/111949572969867490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13886692&amp;postID=111949572969867490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/111949572969867490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13886692/posts/default/111949572969867490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefabulousd.blogspot.com/2005/06/brandon-flowers-will-be-mine.html' title='Brandon Flowers Will Be Mine'/><author><name>The Fabulous D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02222096588688657669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/broken_succubus/gay%20pride/love.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
