<?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-5883038</id><updated>2011-08-05T13:11:00.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the Country</title><subtitle type='html'>The exciting life of a single gay man in Tom Bean, Texas....population 800</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111888251251581141</id><published>2005-06-15T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:41:52.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry For the DelayI'm switching sites because I'm no longer in the country and just want a change.So email me at mail4rusty@yahoo.com with Sex and the Country as the subject (because yahoo give me 1000 spam messages a day)....and I'll reply with the link to my new site!Thanks Everyone............</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111888251251581141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111888251251581141' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111888251251581141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111888251251581141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/06/sorry-for-delay-im-switching-sites.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111621040108284342</id><published>2005-05-15T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:26:41.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unnaturally GreenSo I'm in limbo.  I feel so lost.  I'm done with school....but don't start my new job until June 15th.  I have no idea what to do with myself.  I have to take 2 classes in order to start my Bachelor's in the fall. Tomorrow I start a nutrition class....12 days...4 hours a day...hell.  I'm SO thinking of ditching the class but I paid 150 bucks for it...so I better go. In summer one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111621040108284342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111621040108284342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111621040108284342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111621040108284342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/05/unnaturally-green-so-im-in-limbo.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111604542403619019</id><published>2005-05-13T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:37:04.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GraduationTonight was graduation. Last night was our last party.  I'm usually the PR guy for the parties....this one was no different.  Well the only difference was the party was supposed to be Wednesday but the lady cancelled on us...so we had it Thursday at Jose's place.Started at 7pm.  I get there at 5 to help Jose get ready and he's already drunk!  We go and get 200 bucks worth of liquor and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111604542403619019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111604542403619019' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111604542403619019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111604542403619019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/05/graduation-tonight-was-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111568597876541888</id><published>2005-05-09T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T17:46:18.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Land of the ObeseI live in a town where there are two types of people: Skinny, the kind that can eat and eat and don't gain weight, and Obese.  I went to my niece's softball game tonight and I was shocked at the people attending.  People I haven't seen in 5 years have gained 100 pounds and were virtually unrecognizable.  When I commented about this my sister remarked " Try popping 2 kids out your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111568597876541888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111568597876541888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111568597876541888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111568597876541888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/05/land-of-obese-i-live-in-town-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111532558876295203</id><published>2005-05-05T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:39:48.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Need a DaddyI have to do the 'Welcome' for my graduation next week.  I'm not sure what I'm going to say because I'm not good with the mushy stuff. Yesterday I went to look for places to live and discovered that I'll probably be paying alot more than I had anticipated paying.  I looked at some houses that have been turned into apartments near Uptown and discovered that $800 a month is probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111532558876295203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111532558876295203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111532558876295203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111532558876295203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-need-daddy-i-have-to-do-welcome-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111501060307635756</id><published>2005-05-01T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:10:03.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DumbassThis is not a bitch session about online chatting.  I know the internet is full of strange people such as myself and I should not expect anymore from them the box of toilet seat covers at my job's WC.  BUT sometimes ignunt folks make me wanna comment on them just for kicks.So on Manhunt.........I'm chatting.  This foolio messages me.  And my foolio I mean screenname 'btmtop69'btmtop69:  "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111501060307635756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111501060307635756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111501060307635756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111501060307635756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/05/dumbass-this-is-not-bitch-session.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111491136797925741</id><published>2005-04-30T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:36:07.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy as FuckThis past two weeks have been pretty much the culmination of two years of nursing school...it's been hell.  I've had two tests, one of which was my exit exam, and this week I had my week long Role Transition plus the 40 hours of work I signed up for like an idiot.  Needless to say Thursday afternoon after 32 hours of school and 20 hours of work I was exhausted...and getting sick! And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111491136797925741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111491136797925741' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111491136797925741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111491136797925741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/04/busy-as-fuck-this-past-two-weeks-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111474491526476242</id><published>2005-04-28T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:21:55.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been too fucking busy to even sleep :(  So I'll be lazy and put a picture up of me and one of my best friends up here in the Country.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111474491526476242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111474491526476242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111474491526476242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111474491526476242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-been-too-fucking-busy-to-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111384826740639124</id><published>2005-04-18T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:17:47.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HookUps in the PastLike 3 or 4 years ago when I lived by myself in Arlington I was sitting at home one night....looking for fun online when this guy messaged me that was kinda hot.  He tells me he has a boyfriend and that they're interested.  We exchange some more pics and everything looks OK to me.  I talk to them on the phone first because voice is an important part of attraction to me.  If you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111384826740639124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111384826740639124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111384826740639124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111384826740639124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/04/hookups-in-past-like-3-or-4-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111334581493909477</id><published>2005-04-12T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T15:43:34.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joe PoodleWe had one of our best instructors have to take a leave of absence so she could spend more time sticking her fingers down her throat.......O I'm really going to hell for that.....but she was bulemic.  She's an awesome teacher.  Has a few kids, she's funny....and had a Standard Poodle named Joe Poodle.  Every lecture she gives she puts up a picture of her dog.  The pics are usually taken</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111334581493909477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111334581493909477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111334581493909477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111334581493909477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/04/joe-poodle-we-had-one-of-our-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111326584416510361</id><published>2005-04-11T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T17:30:44.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another InterviewThis interview was at another huge Dallas hospital system..for one of thier ICU's.   It sounds like a great place to learn alot...learn how to take care of sick sick folks.  Folks that my lil home town hospital would ship off.  2 patients to 1 nurse ratio.  4 beds in one room with two nurses, who become each others' buddy for the night.This interview was on a sunday night because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111326584416510361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111326584416510361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111326584416510361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111326584416510361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-interview-this-interview-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111300040146680872</id><published>2005-04-08T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T15:46:41.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over and OverToday was the last day for clinicals.  It's been forever it seems.  The first day of clincals my freshman year there were two students...we were buddies...to give ONE patient thier morning care and take vital signs.  It was hilarious now that I look back.  I had to actually talk one of my classmates into not leaving that first day.  She was terrified of touching someone else.  It was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111300040146680872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111300040146680872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111300040146680872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111300040146680872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/04/over-and-over-today-was-last-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111274255860430089</id><published>2005-04-05T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:09:18.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's with the Gray?On my way to school about 30 minutes ago......started out innocently.  Storms are normal for here.  Hard rain.  Windy.  Feeling strange.  Man it's windy.  Is my car floating?  Why is rain coming in my windows?  Did someone paint my windows gray?  Holy crap I can't see out my car.  Apply the brakes slowly....slowly.  Hmmmm there's two other cars stopped on the road in front of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111274255860430089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111274255860430089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111274255860430089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111274255860430089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/04/whats-with-gray-on-my-way-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111238425939321012</id><published>2005-04-01T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T11:37:39.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring Break on MTVEye candy for YEARS....I have watched and drooled over the hot, shirtless guys on MTV's Spring Break.  Today I come home...and there are some nipples on the screen that make my mouth water!So if I bitch...it will come:I got offered one of the jobs that I wanted bad!  Today I'm supposed to hear from the other.Two days of clinicals left.  Two more tests.  Sex and the Country was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111238425939321012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111238425939321012' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111238425939321012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111238425939321012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/04/spring-break-on-mtv-eye-candy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111224105076192667</id><published>2005-03-30T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:50:50.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlehThree interviews and no offers.  Most of my friends have the jobs they want.  And if I hear one of them say "you'll get something soon" one more time I'm going to get out the lecture on communication and show them how incredibly painful that is to hear!~ Jose has been talking to this couple in town.  He doesn't hook up, or so he says......the couple is HOT.  They have a problem with him being</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111224105076192667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111224105076192667' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111224105076192667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111224105076192667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/bleh-three-interviews-and-no-offers.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111192589674390024</id><published>2005-03-27T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T04:18:16.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't say 'Liquor' around the Lesbians</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111192589674390024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111192589674390024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111192589674390024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111192589674390024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-say-liquor-around-lesbians.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111170789190358437</id><published>2005-03-24T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T15:44:51.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It ain't a WorkinYesterday was a BAD day.  Everyone in class has interviews at hospitals that I've applied for months ago!  Most of these folks are people that have no other school than nursing school on thier resume....I'm thinking my 'diverse' educational background is a BAD thing!   I did just what I thought I should do an apply online to all the places I wanted to work.  Well that's a bunch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111170789190358437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111170789190358437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111170789190358437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111170789190358437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-aint-workin-yesterday-was-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111128590950201342</id><published>2005-03-19T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T18:31:49.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do You Have Something to Tell Me?After some hot luvin about 2 months ago Abe and I have been playing the Dirrty text message game.  That came to a screeeching halt tuesday when I get a message you never want to read:[Right from my cell phone.......]Abe-"You don't have anything I should know about do you?"Rusty-"No? What do you mean?"A-"My balls are all tender and you're the only one that has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111128590950201342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111128590950201342' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111128590950201342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111128590950201342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-you-have-something-to-tell-me-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111100217072814410</id><published>2005-03-16T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T11:42:50.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming SoonOn the advice of a friend I recenty bought www.sexandthecountry.com   and hopefully will soon be putting my blog over there.  First I have to figure out how the fuck to do that.!!!! I know jack squat about hosting and that bullshit so looks like LOTS of reading and asking questions!Last night Jose and I went to Woodys for ShowTunes with Bears and had an awesome time.  He drove for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111100217072814410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111100217072814410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111100217072814410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111100217072814410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-soon-on-advice-of-friend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111078684726552837</id><published>2005-03-13T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:57:37.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TiiiinnnnaaaaaaaaaI've been hysterically laughing at and quoting this clip for a WEEK. Saw it at showtunes night at Woodys.Diana Ross in Jail </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111078684726552837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111078684726552837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111078684726552837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111078684726552837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/tiiiinnnnaaaaaaaaa-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111061272442766100</id><published>2005-03-11T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T23:32:04.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dream PostThis was a dream two nights ago:I was driving down the highway towards town where my sister lives and there was a torndado in the distance.  I get to her house, but it wasn't the house she lives in now in real life, it was a trailer in the middle of a field.  I get there and find my sister and niece huddled down and I join them.  The tornado just pics up the trailer and tosses it in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111061272442766100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111061272442766100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111061272442766100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111061272442766100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/dream-post-this-was-dream-two-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111060988410990690</id><published>2005-03-11T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:44:44.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Ugly when you're AngryAttack #1Last night I met up with the ex pro footballer for some gilati and conversation.  Over our hot fudge sundae's we talked about music, work, school....he also has a gay brother I find out....pretty cool.  Then he tells me that his older brother molested him as a kid.......AND THAT IS WHY HE IS GAY.  My jaw dropped and obviously he didn't hear it hit the table.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111060988410990690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111060988410990690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111060988410990690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111060988410990690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-are-ugly-when-youre-angry-attack-1_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111049655130847954</id><published>2005-03-10T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T15:15:51.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tit SoupOne of the most annoying people in my class called me today to brag about getting a job.  To my knowledge he is the first person in our class to officially get a job...and a pretty sweet job.  What a kick in the ass.  This guy is gonna kill someone....and he's got a job.  He has to pass his boards first...so in order not to attract more bad karma let's wish him luck.Last night was muy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111049655130847954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111049655130847954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111049655130847954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111049655130847954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/tit-soup-one-of-most-annoying-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111031859310054122</id><published>2005-03-08T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:49:53.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah Ha!Feeling good on Spring Break.  Getting lots of action lately as Chris has pointed out.  Last night Jose and I head out to watch 'Queer Factor' at JRs then 'Drag Queen Mud Wrestling' at TMC.  Both were lack luster and we quickly decided to head over to the Maleboxx because of it's underwear wearing strippers.  We get there and a sign on the door says 'Closed Mondays' but I had to park across</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111031859310054122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111031859310054122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111031859310054122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111031859310054122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/ah-ha-feeling-good-on-spring-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-111023510684878526</id><published>2005-03-07T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:38:26.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rusty Gone WildIt's Spring Break....and I'm in Arlington with my brother's and thier boyfriends......and I plan on having lots of fun. Spring Break started out with a romp from this guy that I haven't talked about.  Met him on Manhunt.........I'm not even going to try to describe how amazingly hot this guy is....no one would believe me.  A few weeks ago I met him at his place about 2am when we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/111023510684878526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=111023510684878526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111023510684878526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/111023510684878526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/rusty-gone-wild-its-spring-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110992101562856694</id><published>2005-03-03T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:23:35.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Texas?Jose and his boyfriend, my former friend I guess, are now in splitsville.  He said Jose and I spent too much time together...........when the real reason is that he spent too much time on Gay.com when Jose knew about it but was too chicken to tell him he knew about it.  So I've kinda lost a friend..but Jose has been a GREAT friend!  I'd consider him my best friend......but my older </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110992101562856694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110992101562856694' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110992101562856694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110992101562856694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-texas-jose-and-his-boyfriend-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110963486942886108</id><published>2005-02-28T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:54:29.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fooled Again.....I'm such a dummy.  Pharmacist, who once before wanted to date then shortly after about 4 dates wanted to 'just play', decided that he wanted to hang out again.  I took the hanging out and sexual playfulness as finally he wanted to try and date someone.  STUPID ME!  I am so bad at this stuff.  After he asked me to dinner and a movie, which he cancelled on me for a good reason, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110963486942886108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110963486942886108' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110963486942886108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110963486942886108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/fooled-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110957259745987585</id><published>2005-02-27T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:36:37.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is Germany winning? or losing?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110957259745987585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110957259745987585' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110957259745987585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110957259745987585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/is-germany-winning-or-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110945178831745163</id><published>2005-02-26T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T13:03:08.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're UglyReally....that's what he said right to my face. I wasn't being overly aggressive like the 3 guys that spilled thier drinks on me last night..or the one that wouldn't stop pinching my nipples so hard that they were gonna fall off....OR the guy that kept rubbin his hand up my ass...I said hi and he says "you're ugly."My brother's birthday is this weekend..he's 35 ... haha.  Not really, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110945178831745163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110945178831745163' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110945178831745163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110945178831745163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/youre-ugly-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110922969615378958</id><published>2005-02-23T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:21:36.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lay off the crack!I am totally in one of those crack head, happy as a pig in mud, nobody is gonna bring me down moods.  Went to school all day...had an awesome fucking workout and an great night at work!  It's 1:20 am and I have to be up for clinicals in 4 hours...............someone call and tell me to GOTO BED!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110922969615378958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110922969615378958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110922969615378958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110922969615378958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/lay-off-crack-i-am-totally-in-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110902034901168138</id><published>2005-02-21T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T13:12:29.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MARYOut last night with the brother and his boyfriend who gave me hell because they decided to sit down some this weekend and devle into my blog!  I haven't hidden this from them but sometimes I forget what I write! I suck at getting dressed.  So when I'm a lil unsettled I bring another set of clothes so I could possible change my clothes.  How neurotic.  But I don't wanna look like I got dressed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110902034901168138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110902034901168138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110902034901168138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110902034901168138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/mary-out-last-night-with-brother-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110886952840293356</id><published>2005-02-19T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:18:48.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell me that its over.....Why do I watch Sex and the City?  Trey and Charolette are breaking up......Carrie and Aiden? are in love.....can be depressing. Lindsay Lohan's new CD is suprisingly cool.  And so far only one person HASN'T made fun of me for buying it.  Her first song about trying to feel special while her boyfriend's Ex Girlfriend is watching has the Chorus "I wanna come first" and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110886952840293356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110886952840293356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110886952840293356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110886952840293356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/tell-me-that-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110850661224791704</id><published>2005-02-15T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T14:30:12.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VDValentine's came and left and I got a message from a guy that played some tricks on me about 6 months ago!  Same old story...I was interested....he wasn't....now he is and I'm not. Britney is lookin a lil jiggly in her new video.  That's what good cock will do to ya...makes ya fat and happy.  Mr. Spears must be givin it up regularly.Made a C on a test!  I'm pissed.Ran outside today for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110850661224791704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110850661224791704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110850661224791704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110850661224791704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/vd-valentines-came-and-left-and-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110799110414079441</id><published>2005-02-09T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:18:24.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Show Me Your C%$#@Fat Tuesday was Fun and Fat.Had a bad test in class. Profs need to tape thier lectures and listen to them instead of hiding behind the books!  They fuck with the questions and then say 'It was in the book.' when they can't think of a reason for an answer they selected.I get home from class and the gym and my momma had bought me some Mardi Gras beads because she KNOWS her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110799110414079441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110799110414079441' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110799110414079441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110799110414079441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/show-me-your-c-fat-tuesday-was-fun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110775932817821727</id><published>2005-02-06T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:55:28.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Record LowFor the first time in 7 years my weight dipped below the 200 pound mark this week.  This nasty cold I got dropped me at lease 7 pounds I found out tonight at my first time back in the gym in a week and a half.  I loose strength so quickly I dreaded sitting on that bench to see what damage had been done.....but to my surprise I was right where I left off.  4 sets of 8 with 205....not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110775932817821727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110775932817821727' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110775932817821727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110775932817821727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/record-low-for-first-time-in-7-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110748907132298958</id><published>2005-02-03T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T19:54:03.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet my new friendsOn the left we have Histussin HC.  Square in the middle is Mr. Mucinex.  And last but not least is Zippy Zithromax.   Goodtimes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110748907132298958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110748907132298958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110748907132298958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110748907132298958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/meet-my-new-friends-on-left-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110748639075239427</id><published>2005-02-03T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T19:10:32.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YumIt's amazing how clearly I think after a good spank of the monkey. Before I'm ready to walk miles and miles through snow barefoot to tag a choice piece of booty. If I just stop and spank it, then problem solved. At some point that's going to get very boring....maybe it already has.I feel better again today. Still don't feel like my old self. I played with the dog for a minute and man I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110748639075239427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110748639075239427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110748639075239427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110748639075239427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/yum-its-amazing-how-clearly-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110729169596898671</id><published>2005-02-01T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T13:01:35.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlehI feel somewhat better.  I woke up this morning in a pool of sweat.  My pillow was literally saturated with sweat.  That reminds me...wash the sheets.I broke down and went to the doctor after my test today.  My yellow-green mucus needed to be taken care of!  The woman took my temperature, orally Homer, and it was 97.4 degrees and I was sitting there SWEATING.  I got a Zpak and some more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110729169596898671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110729169596898671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110729169596898671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110729169596898671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/02/bleh-i-feel-somewhat-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110715067358290034</id><published>2005-01-30T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:51:13.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it Hot in Here?I'm sitting here...sweatin' like a crack whore in church....this cold needs to GO.  I've had this shit for 2 weeks and NOW I'm getting a fever and cold chills.  The people at work are REAL supportive..telling me how they had the same shit for a month.  A month?  Goddamn...I'll be dead and every rib in my body will be broken in a month!  On the upside....momma got some cough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110715067358290034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110715067358290034' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110715067358290034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110715067358290034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/is-it-hot-in-here-im-sitting-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110698224319910561</id><published>2005-01-28T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T23:06:36.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God I love this photo of me...lol. It really is a nutty photo..and I think reflects alot of my personality. It was taken by one of my brothers or thier boyfriends in Ft Lauderdale. And you all know how much I fun in Ft Lauderdale! If not click here and start reading at August 3rd.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110698224319910561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110698224319910561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110698224319910561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110698224319910561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/god-i-love-this-photo-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110689619527892946</id><published>2005-01-27T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T23:09:55.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to be a Bad Nurse 101Tonight I worked in the ER and once again gained TONS of experience that my classmates are missing out on.  You have to be an IDIOT to pass up the experience I'm gaining by working as a nurse tech. I learned how I don't want to be when I graduate tonight.  I witnessed some very uncompassionate behavior from several nurses tonight.  We learn in school to support people</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110689619527892946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110689619527892946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110689619527892946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110689619527892946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-to-be-bad-nurse-101-tonight-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110679453380499517</id><published>2005-01-26T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:55:33.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Jig is UpI just heard 'Chubby Chaser' on Celebrity Fit Club on VH1.  Hell I didn't know what a Chubby Chaser was until like 2 years ago and it's already on VH1.  What is the world coming to?  Pretty soon Feltch is gonna pop outta Joan Rivers' mouth on the Red Carpet. AND the Surreal Life is on next.  I'm so excited.  In 3.5 months I'm not ONLY moving back to Dallas, but I'm swearing off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110679453380499517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110679453380499517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110679453380499517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110679453380499517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/jig-is-up-i-just-heard-chubby-chaser.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110674916834695888</id><published>2005-01-26T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T06:19:28.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the HOTTEST pictures I've ever seen online.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110674916834695888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110674916834695888' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110674916834695888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110674916834695888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-of-hottest-pictures-ive-ever-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110669474247498418</id><published>2005-01-25T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T15:12:22.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't That SpecialFirst test involved more abstract terms/concepts than I care for.  Sociology is not my cup of tea at all...unless I can touch it,  or see it, the concept is tough for me to grasp!  I missed 9 questions on this first test and 5 of them related to sociology!!! They were all from that bitch/ignorant professor.  I was ALSO placed in her clinical group.  So for 9 weeks this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110669474247498418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110669474247498418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110669474247498418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110669474247498418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/isnt-that-special-first-test-involved.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110652598488605737</id><published>2005-01-23T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:19:44.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110652598488605737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110652598488605737' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110652598488605737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110652598488605737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110645249659021578</id><published>2005-01-22T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:54:56.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hell WeekThis week was truely hell.  School started...I have to work alot because I'm poor....boring lectures, exciting lectures, a cold, poor.....no sex.First a one of our professors, she has a doctoral degree, gives us a lecture on RedNeck Ethics of Nursing.  She informed us that if we have HIV that it is our ETHICAL DUTY to inform each and everyone of our patients and give them the choice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110645249659021578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110645249659021578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110645249659021578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110645249659021578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/hell-week-this-week-was-truely-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110610127847949798</id><published>2005-01-18T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T18:21:18.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Beginning of the EndToday was the first day of the last semster of my nursing degree.   Dr. Alcoholic started this semester with a bang...her usual 'toss a stack of papers at you then lecture about something TOTALLY irrelevent (aka not on the test).'  She's an old Army nurse and loves to tell us about her life and how nursing is in the Army and was 20 years ago in hospitals..blah blah blah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110610127847949798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110610127847949798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110610127847949798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110610127847949798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/beginning-of-end-today-was-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110599365999653991</id><published>2005-01-17T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T12:27:39.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chris from North CarolinaWhen I was 17 I bought my first computer. It was the last semester of my Senior year in high school and I still lived with my parents. Dailup was heaven back then. I worked at the local grocery store with this girl that was quite the slut. She had the internet and was always chatting with folks on this chat called Bianca. Bianca wasn't like gay.com at all. Bianca was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110599365999653991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110599365999653991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110599365999653991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110599365999653991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/chris-from-north-carolina-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110560350039686048</id><published>2005-01-12T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T13:27:19.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I heart Peter BradyVH1 is killing me with 'The Surreal Life." Everytime they get the most fucked up mix of people. Vern Troyer, Mini Me, is a whaling drunk ass, little person that pisses on the floor in the corner on the first fucking episode AFTER getting into a fight with China, the Ex Femal Wrestler. WTF. THEN there's Greg Brady........Holy hell he is hot as FUCK. Where did he get that body?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110560350039686048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110560350039686048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110560350039686048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110560350039686048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-heart-peter-brady-vh1-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110548670898457599</id><published>2005-01-11T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T15:38:28.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You smell like cum!"I had a GREAT day at the gym...I feel like I, for a lack of a better cliche, a million bucks.  I did my cardio with the new philosophy of "keep em guessing" lol.  I watched this thing on MTV about celebrity trainers and this guy talked about the best way to get  the most out of each work out is to change it up!  So that's what I've been doing....and it's made the gym more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110548670898457599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110548670898457599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110548670898457599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110548670898457599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-smell-like-cum-i-had-great-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110531541659726910</id><published>2005-01-09T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T16:03:36.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Chip on His ShoulderBack in High School there was this guy that just ACHED to be popular.  He was dorky, but thought he dressed cool.  Had strange parents and played the saxophone.  He was in the band, as was I, but didn't want anyone to know he was in it...because it just wasn't cool to be in band.  It irritated me that his conflicted life meant he thought he could be an ass to everyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110531541659726910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110531541659726910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110531541659726910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110531541659726910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110503944030725522</id><published>2005-01-06T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T11:24:00.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sex N ViolenceI need a giant kick in the ass at the gym.  I go and do cardio fine...but wieghts...ehhh.  Today I did my 40 minute run and did like 2 shoulder exercises....then ran for the door.  There were even millions of college boy hotties thanks to Austin College's Jan Term. I'm being a GOOD boy....here's proof...an actual message from a guy lol :" 'sides, you're one to talk, just find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110503944030725522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110503944030725522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110503944030725522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110503944030725522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/sex-n-violence-i-need-giant-kick-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110488919359908829</id><published>2005-01-04T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:39:53.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Occupy my TimeI need some good porn to occupy my time.  I thought about making a want list of porn but I get so distracted in the pictures I can't remember to write the name down and gee i'm a mess.  I can say the porn 'A Wank in the Woods' would be the first I would buy.  20 men...all looking eastern European..smoking..half dressed...stroking in the woods...WOOF.  Look at this.  And this.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110488919359908829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110488919359908829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110488919359908829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110488919359908829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/occupy-my-time-i-need-some-good-porn.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110462904501227540</id><published>2005-01-01T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:24:05.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Shit Is it humorous that when you search 'man repellent' on google that my blog is first to return on the search?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110462904501227540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110462904501227540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110462904501227540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110462904501227540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/holy-shit-is-it-humorous-that-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110462877640544706</id><published>2005-01-01T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:19:36.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GoalsOk I've been struggling with my self contract for a few days now and I haven't ironed out some details that need to be decided. Sex:Sex should happen when it feels right.  I'll continue to be safe and no one night stands(intentionally). Online:I have cancelled my 3 memberships to the sites that I find myself getting into trouble most: Gay.com, M4M, and Manhunt. Dr. Pepper:The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110462877640544706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110462877640544706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110462877640544706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110462877640544706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2005/01/goals-ok-ive-been-struggling-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110446720937922081</id><published>2004-12-30T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:26:49.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Epiphany I was working in the ER....busy as fuck. Part of my job when I work in the ER is to take patients admitted to their rooms once they are ready....in the elevator....doing my job...it hit me.All night long I had walked by this room with an old man in it waiting on his room to be ready upstairs so I could take him. They call and his room is ready. I package all his stuff up, plop him in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110446720937922081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110446720937922081' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110446720937922081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110446720937922081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/epiphany-i-was-working-in-er.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110439052784371660</id><published>2004-12-29T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:08:47.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HelpAfter a strange expirence in an elevator with a 31 year old man with terminal colon cancer I am going to change some stuff about me.   I'm writing a personal contract.......if I set goals I can achieve them.  One of my goals is going to relate to sex....and NOT being so promiscious.  I need suggestions on reasonable goals like.....no sex at all...or no sex until after so many days/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110439052784371660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110439052784371660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110439052784371660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110439052784371660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/help-after-strange-expirence-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110403185990303858</id><published>2004-12-25T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T19:30:59.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlehI don't like the holidays much.  Grandma and my Uncles make the holiday ugly and primative.  Football Football Football Sports Sports Sports.  That's all that matters in the world.  I've always felt like I don't belong to that side of the family.  I don't know my dad's side of the family much because my mom couldn't stand them from the get go.  My dad's mom died before I was born.  My dad's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110403185990303858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110403185990303858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110403185990303858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110403185990303858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/bleh-i-dont-like-holidays-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110383960658977749</id><published>2004-12-23T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T14:06:46.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn SnowLiving in the country makes it difficult to drive when there is four inches of snow and ice on the ground and only ten cars to help melt it.  People at work don't quite understand how far out in the woods I live so when I say I can't make it home after a day of snow and a low of 15 degrees...I get strange looks? I worked eight to midnight in the ER and then had to stay at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110383960658977749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110383960658977749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110383960658977749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110383960658977749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/damn-snow-living-in-country-makes-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110334723402699540</id><published>2004-12-17T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:20:34.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Love s-cot to do with it........As I sit here and eat my ice cream cake....why do i need a boyfriend?  More than one person tells me I don't want a boyfriend...I just want to play.  And I think about my one REALLY good prospect for a boyfriend..and I'm just not interested.  So maybe I don't want a boyfriend? I don't know.  Can someone tell me? Make this decision for me?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110334723402699540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110334723402699540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110334723402699540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110334723402699540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/whats-love-s-cot-to-do-with-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110314386374104515</id><published>2004-12-15T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T12:51:03.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Passed!YAY.  3 semesters down...1 to go.  11 of my fellow classmates failed!  We're down to 69 students.  We've lost about 50.  But we're down to .....  69...hehe.Last night Emilio and I went to Woody's in celebration of us passing the semester.  Show tunes, Wayne Smith as Dolly Parton, and Bears.  Emilio didn't fall out of the ugly tree....and right when we get there he gets him a 'sponsor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110314386374104515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110314386374104515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110314386374104515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110314386374104515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-passed-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110296285512811016</id><published>2004-12-13T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T10:34:15.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geraldo RiveraI'm watching Geraldo's E! True Hollywood Story.....he was hot as fuck in the 70/80's.!  Six pack...lil fur....mullet.  But what a tool.I've been sick for a week!  First coughing up green...now it's slowly became clear again...yak!  That's what I get for kissing strange boys.My final is tomorrow.  Have to make a 45 to pass...think I can do it. No gay sex makes Rusty a dull </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110296285512811016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110296285512811016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110296285512811016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110296285512811016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/geraldo-rivera-im-watching-geraldos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110270867498884294</id><published>2004-12-10T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T12:43:31.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. 855th test today was the most difficult test we've had in 3 semesters of nursing school. I don't know what the fuck they were drinking when they wrote these questions but it must have been some GOOD shit! The questions were all comprehensive..felt like I was taking the final, not test 5. But I'm steady and made my 85 again. Joel and Meredith passed....that's only 2 out of about 20 people I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110270867498884294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110270867498884294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110270867498884294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110270867498884294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110260640934001782</id><published>2004-12-09T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T07:33:29.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.....very interestingWell I met big muscle boy.  He looked older than he does in his pics.  He was nice but just tired when I picked him up.  We hung out for a bit then hit the sack at my brothers.   Now his body was pretty hot and tight....especially the ass..very hot ass.  We lay down and start kissing and fondling.  No sex is gonna happen because of the lack of condoms/the bed is REALLY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110260640934001782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110260640934001782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110260640934001782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110260640934001782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110239563017547406</id><published>2004-12-06T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:00:30.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'My Drinking'A 26 year old homo should not live with his mother for longer than I have.  It's torture and one of us must die.  I moved out when I was 18 and one day old........moved back in a year and a half ago so I could goto college and not have to pay rent.  The longer I'm here the more I'm hating my mother.  YES hating her....and not EVERYONE has a great, caring mother that promotes her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110239563017547406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110239563017547406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110239563017547406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110239563017547406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-drinking-26-year-old-homo-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110234915950451767</id><published>2004-12-06T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T08:05:59.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do I have to learn EVERYday?Lesson learned again....don't let anyone know about the man I'm interested in until I've met them.  Another shining pearl from Mark.After my long weekend at work I went out last night to meet my brother and his boyfriend at JRs for some draft beerah.  I love that stuff.  We always seem to meet new people when we go out.  After talking to some uninteresting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110234915950451767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110234915950451767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110234915950451767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110234915950451767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/why-do-i-have-to-learn-everyday-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110221133942225541</id><published>2004-12-04T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T17:48:59.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ma-DollyLast night was amazing and sad.  I went to see Dolly Parton and it was AWESOME.  Never have I listened to her until recently.  I have enjoyed her quirkiness but not so much her music...but last night was great.  She's funny, she's loud, she's country, she's ALOT.  First off her boobs were not even.  The right girl was either swollen or not in the same position as her sister.  Next was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110221133942225541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110221133942225541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110221133942225541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110221133942225541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/12/ma-dolly-last-night-was-amazing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110186653705770286</id><published>2004-11-30T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T18:02:17.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sumthin's in the WaterDallas is a magical place where 99% of the gay men like one specific type.  I'm not complaining because this type is attractive to me as well.  It's just odd that we all have this HUGE expectation for what we want to fuck but there is no way that it's going to happen.  When does the maddness end?  Stop the insanity huh?I had a dream two nights ago that I can still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110186653705770286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110186653705770286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110186653705770286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110186653705770286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/sumthins-in-water-dallas-is-magical_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110176566113666756</id><published>2004-11-29T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T14:01:01.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L.A.M.B.Gwen's new album is pretty cool.  Don't like the the 'Hollaback Girl' song...sounds like Queen's 'We will Rock You' song. Went out alot this week and I shouldn't have.  Saturday night I was wearing my new jeans that make my ass look like it's HUGE....and I have never had so many folks checking out my ass.  Even heard folks talking about it behind me!!!! There's a first time for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110176566113666756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110176566113666756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110176566113666756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110176566113666756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/l.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110140216775629887</id><published>2004-11-25T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T09:02:47.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home for the HolidaysEvery Thanksgiving Holly Hunter and Robert Downey Jr invade our house.....the movie is our family.  The gay brother, the neurotic sister..insane parents.  I don't know where I fit in but I'm in there. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110140216775629887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110140216775629887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110140216775629887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110140216775629887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/home-for-holidays-every-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110115639876142874</id><published>2004-11-22T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T12:46:38.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not a Whore...I'm a People PersonAfter long, crappy weekends stuck at work for 12hrs a day, I feel Sundays are a perfect opportunity to go out.  Emilio and I head out in the nasty fog to Dallas to see the menz. We meet my older brother and his boyfriend out at JRs and start looking around with NO intention of hooking up.  We're just out to meet nice, attractive folks...we drove down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110115639876142874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110115639876142874' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110115639876142874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110115639876142874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-not-whore.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110084167099794255</id><published>2004-11-18T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:21:10.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Single still........Hopefully in May-June I'll be able to actually date guys.  Being an hour away from civilization makes it difficult to date....and I wouldn't call myself lonely...but I would like companionship.I have thought about Emilio and I don't think it would be a good idea to date him.  As a person he would be the perfect person to spend the rest of my life with.  Physically I'm just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110084167099794255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110084167099794255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110084167099794255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110084167099794255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/single-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110066924948285466</id><published>2004-11-16T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:27:29.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WTF?????I had my first sex dream.....about a woman.  Not just any woman...it was Britney Spears.  I know...WTF.  It was a HOT HOT dream.  Great sex.  Black and white dream.  She was in a white bra and panties, like her latest video.  She had this look in her eye like Mr. Britney Spears has a small dick and she needed to be pounded into the mattress HARD.  It was sweaty, hard, rough and awesome </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110066924948285466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110066924948285466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110066924948285466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110066924948285466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/wtf-i-had-my-first-sex-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110054957712732036</id><published>2004-11-15T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T12:12:57.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DreamsI had a dream last night that was disturbing.  I've never envied people with hair.  Shaving my head every three days saves me a ton of time....and it's a great way to start conversations with people. Last night I dreamed that I really liked this guys long, thick black hair....so he decided to trade me scalps.  I was drunk in my dream and I layed down then woke up the next day with his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110054957712732036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110054957712732036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110054957712732036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110054957712732036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/dreams-i-had-dream-last-night-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110039876715997098</id><published>2004-11-13T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:19:27.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ScaredI keep having this strange feeling that someone is going to get me lately...like hurt me.  I keep seeing stuff that's not there..anticipating if someone were there.  Am I developing Paranoid Schizophrenia?  Or watching too many scarry movies?I over extend myself.  I can't hang out with everyone all the time.  And I can't think of any other reason not to go with them other than I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110039876715997098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110039876715997098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110039876715997098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110039876715997098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/scared-i-keep-having-this-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110032007275524478</id><published>2004-11-12T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T20:27:52.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How'd you know that?Am I predictably a whore?  Can a guy not come in at 3am and just be out talking to people about Jesus or helping the homeless??...why do I have to be a whore if I come in at 3am  =)So being that I was in the area of lots-o-homersexuals I thought I'd hop online and try my luck for some action...because I was a lil horny.  This guy that looks about 20 messages me....turns </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110032007275524478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110032007275524478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110032007275524478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110032007275524478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/howd-you-know-that-am-i-predictably.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-110019728940989221</id><published>2004-11-11T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T10:21:29.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unfair   So I'm totally not sexually attracted to my man crush guy from school....until he is in his underwear.  That's so not fair.  He knows that that kinda stuff alters my every thought.  We've been hanging out alot, I think more so than usual just because it's nice to be around someone that you can talk about anything with.  He's the kind of guy that doesn't have sex with you unless you've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/110019728940989221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=110019728940989221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110019728940989221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/110019728940989221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/unfair-so-im-totally-not-sexually.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109995088441998850</id><published>2004-11-08T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:54:44.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Free Tracy TurnbladI'm slowly getting over this cold.Still no sex...although last night i think i jacked off 10 times.  I'm in NEED. hahaI was watching the end of the movie Hairspray today and suddenly identified with Tracy Turnblad (Ricki Lake).  It's like we've taken a step back with Bush..a. BIG step back.  Suddenly being Gay is a sin again.  I was reading on CNN about the number of hits</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109995088441998850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109995088441998850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109995088441998850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109995088441998850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/free-tracy-turnblad-im-slowly-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109968068071151444</id><published>2004-11-05T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T10:51:20.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WaitingI've been holding out updating because I was sure I'd have something to put in here by today...and boy was I wrong. I have a huge test tuesday and I've been studying like a good boy.The weather has turned kinda chilly....my feet are cold.....no one to cuddle....AND I'm sick.No Sex.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109968068071151444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109968068071151444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109968068071151444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109968068071151444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/waiting-ive-been-holding-out-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109934047850393995</id><published>2004-11-01T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T12:21:18.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glad I'm not AlaskanIt's been cloudy all freaking day and I'm SO not energetic like I normally am.  If it were dark for any long period of time I would have already killed myself.  Last night I had an epiphany.  I like smooth ass better.  Is that so wrong?  Now if it's round, big and bubbley it can be hairy....but I can have an ass preference.  Smooth is where it's at. So the rest of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109934047850393995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109934047850393995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109934047850393995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109934047850393995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/11/glad-im-not-alaskan-its-been-cloudy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109919419313570551</id><published>2004-10-30T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T20:43:13.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drunken Barn Dance Part DuexLast night about 40 of my closest friends/classmates had a party.  There were Cows, Middle Eastern men, French Maid, a Priest and his pregnant school girl...great party.  A Margarita Machine, Bellini Machine and a keg PLUS Karoke equals one fight...that's not too bad.Am I the only me?  And is that such a bad thing?  I meet these aliens and bleh!  I don't have time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109919419313570551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109919419313570551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109919419313570551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109919419313570551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/drunken-barn-dance-part-duex-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109898683892879496</id><published>2004-10-28T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T11:07:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crazy FolkThe State Mental Hospital was a blast.  Thought I'd never say those words but it was.  I was terrified of going because of some unknown fear in my mind.  The hospital is a skeleton of what it used to be.  It used to be this huge beautifully built facility...until i caught fire and burned.  Now it's  a complex built where no two buildings even look alike. We get there and check into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109898683892879496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109898683892879496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109898683892879496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109898683892879496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/crazy-folk-state-mental-hospital-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109885353327842150</id><published>2004-10-26T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:05:33.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Johnny's a Dull BoyNo play is making me DULL.  I'm wore out...I don't even have enough energy to jack off!   Well ya I do to...I always have time for that... =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109885353327842150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109885353327842150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109885353327842150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109885353327842150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/johnnys-dull-boy-no-play-is-making-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109856190039173724</id><published>2004-10-23T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T13:05:00.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're and YourWhat's so tough about knowing your homophones?  Breaks and Brakes?  Mail and Male?  Your and You're I THINK are homophones.  Chatting online is a good way to weed out those who incorrectly use words that irritate me.  My ex bf Ethan would misuse words and it drove me up the wall.  Is that me projecting? I know I'm not perfect but it's OK for me to have pet peeves. Why do I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109856190039173724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109856190039173724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109856190039173724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109856190039173724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/youre-and-your-whats-so-tough-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109848288570126639</id><published>2004-10-22T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:08:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hot in HuurIt's October and it's 92 degrees with like 70 percent humidity...what the fuck!  High School football is almost over..it should be getting at least a LITTLE less hot.So this week has been busy.  Seems like time is going by TOO fast sometimes.  I only have four more weeks of clinicals left.  This week in clinical was interesting in many ways.  I was the 'Team Leader' for my group </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109848288570126639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109848288570126639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109848288570126639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109848288570126639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/hot-in-huur-its-october-and-its-92.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109806596905731376</id><published>2004-10-17T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T19:20:32.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Learning is FUNRay is cool...but Ray is even more cool when he teaches me words!Words I Know in ASL:'Hi''Hot''WOOF''Bear' 'Top''Bottom''Everyone''Everything''Suck'Just the esentials so far.I treat nice guys like shit sometimes and I don't know why.  I have REALLY bad karma most of the time because of this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109806596905731376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109806596905731376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109806596905731376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109806596905731376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/learning-is-fun-ray-is-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109787134379627751</id><published>2004-10-15T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T13:15:43.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RayRay and I went out last night.  Ate dinner at a local gay resturant.  He's fun.  He's good at reading my lips if I slow down!  I can read his but there are certain words that just puzzle me.  So far it's been fun. Took my former man crush guy that outed himself to me out with all of us to the gay bar last night...and man am i jealous becuase like a million people hit on him........none on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109787134379627751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109787134379627751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109787134379627751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109787134379627751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/ray-ray-and-i-went-out-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109764226077317455</id><published>2004-10-12T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T21:38:23.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's OutMy man crush has broken his silence...he's bisexual. We're in the car on the way back from a party when the conversation about my gay brothers come up. He finds out from a friend that I have a gay brother and wanted to talk about that. One thing leads to another...and pop goes the weasel and we're out. He's a super cool guy. Now I have some one to drool over men at the gym with. I think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109764226077317455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109764226077317455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109764226077317455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109764226077317455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/hes-out-my-man-crush-has-broken-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109737000011970929</id><published>2004-10-09T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:00:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strangest thing said to me lately........."You are so anti-twink/abercrombie.  You look like you should be standing on top of a twink...flexing in triumph."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109737000011970929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109737000011970929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109737000011970929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109737000011970929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/strangest-thing-said-to-me-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109725730152319644</id><published>2004-10-08T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T10:41:41.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FeastSo sometimes I just get a hair up my ass and do several spur of the moment things.....like have 3 hookups in 2 days.  It's not as bad as my friend Kieth..he's had tricks pass each other in the hallway before...I think his record is like 6 or 7 guys in one night.So after my blowjob I went to my brothers and watched some TV with him and his bf.  After they went to bed I figured I'd give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109725730152319644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109725730152319644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109725730152319644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109725730152319644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/feast-so-sometimes-i-just-get-hair-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109712156016965962</id><published>2004-10-06T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:59:50.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great HeadThat's what I just had. Bigmusclebears.com hasn't failed me yet. Hot guys....hot action..and man I can be trashy =)Details for nostalgia.Every once in a while it's nice to be serviced right? Well it was. This guy was goodlooking, great smile, good build...and very dirrrty minded! He loves cum....alot of it..and all over him. So he messaged me one day..one thing leads to the next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109712156016965962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109712156016965962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109712156016965962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109712156016965962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/great-head-thats-what-i-just-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109703657386338572</id><published>2004-10-05T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:23:47.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brain Boot CampMy Brain is gonna have to goto a Montel Williams style boot camp to shape up! It needs to be taught lots of things. For instance, it's OK to be single. In fact I've been OK being me, myself and I for 3 years. I don't know why I keep going in this vicious "i need someone-i don't need someone' cycle this past few months. But I'm going to conciously change t his thought.My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109703657386338572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109703657386338572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109703657386338572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109703657386338572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/brain-boot-camp-my-brain-is-gonna-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109694302987088453</id><published>2004-10-04T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T21:00:04.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy CrazyThis past week was too fucking busy for my liking. School, werk and a lil part-time werk made me pooped.This past Friday I went and trained a guy at my old job for a little extra cash. While I was training this guy the boss comes in and fires have the staff right in front of me....man I'm glad I don't work for them folks anymore.This past Saturday night I went out to meet my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109694302987088453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109694302987088453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109694302987088453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109694302987088453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/busy-crazy-this-past-week-was-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109667635475748044</id><published>2004-10-01T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:20:09.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gays and DebatesThe gays and I watched part of the debate last night at JRs and the most noise and comment was had when both wives went on stage and looked each other up and down like the bitches they are! It was fucking great to see Mrs. Future First Lady look old lady Laura up and down like "what the fuck were you thinking wearing white...I'm wearing white you bitch!" Then SLAP! oh i wish..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109667635475748044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109667635475748044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109667635475748044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109667635475748044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/10/gays-and-debates-gays-and-i-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109656638644437812</id><published>2004-09-30T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T10:46:26.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kids don't like me.This Sunday and Monday I do my Peds rotation at Childrens in Dallas and it ought to be interesting.  I don't know what to think about it.  The last group that went there said it was fun but sad.The EMT's were teasing me at school again yesterday.  Sweet Jesus 99% of those guys are hot as fuck and have ass for DAYS!  I obviously drool over those guys...I'm gonna get caught..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109656638644437812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109656638644437812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109656638644437812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109656638644437812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/09/kids-dont-like-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109633863004569038</id><published>2004-09-27T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:30:30.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your MommaA model bomb went off in the gym tonight.  Hot guys everywhere.  One hot little 18 year old guy is always there when I go to the gym in the afternoon.  Since I've been working out with the guy that has a man crush on me I can't really scope out the guy at the length that I would like to scope.  He's got this innocent face and I can see marked improvement in the little fella in the few</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109633863004569038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109633863004569038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109633863004569038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109633863004569038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/09/your-momma-model-bomb-went-off-in-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109628380558945636</id><published>2004-09-27T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T04:16:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn you Carly SimonI blame my mood last week partly to Carly Simon and her greatest hits CD.  I get one CD and liten to it alot...and hers was my music jag of last week.  Great CD...I see why people love her but I need some happy songs!  One of her songs talks about wishing she had didn't know some of the secrets of her lover and I used to LOVE to hear about past escapades of guys that I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109628380558945636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109628380558945636' title='5622 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109628380558945636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109628380558945636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/09/damn-you-carly-simon-i-blame-my-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5622</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109574469456086620</id><published>2004-09-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:31:34.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gene TherapyI seriously need someone to give me a pill or something that will take the genetic code for "coupling" out of my body forever.  I'm ready to be alone if I could only not feel alone.  Liking guys is just evil...plain evil.  What good does it do to like someone that doesn't reciprocate......why can't I see it..I am typing it..can someone send my heart a message?I try and curb this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109574469456086620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109574469456086620' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109574469456086620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109574469456086620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/09/gene-therapy-i-seriously-need-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109565183653332528</id><published>2004-09-19T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:43:56.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can you keep up?I love that new Destiny's Child song...anything those women do is a hit.  And Britney remade 'My Perogative.'  And I snagged a 'Best of Carley Simon' from work...so far I like.  Britney on the other hand disturbs me in many ways...but I'm not writing about her on here....so you can all breath.Tonight I played tennis with a friend and loved every minute of it!!! I love this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109565183653332528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109565183653332528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109565183653332528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109565183653332528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/09/can-you-keep-up-i-love-that-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883038.post-109546535830071760</id><published>2004-09-17T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T16:55:58.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm the one I wantI'm offering myself to cloning so I can have a sane person to date.  That's pretty arrogant but I know but fuck those who don't agree.  I can communicate, share, fuck, will have a great job the rest of my life.....what the fuck is wrong.  Arrg I feel better now that I say that outloud in a sense.Last night I was stalked by a guy that I dated last year.  He and his friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/feeds/109546535830071760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883038&amp;postID=109546535830071760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109546535830071760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883038/posts/default/109546535830071760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mail4rusty.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-one-i-want-im-offering-myself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rusty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
