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  <title>A Sea of Words</title>
  <subtitle>Pooled Together</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-12-07T02:44:41Z</updated>
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    <title>One of those Night turned into One of Those Days</title>
    <published>2008-12-07T02:44:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-07T02:44:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It all started last night. Nick and Lucas where up visiting and last night was their last night. So I decided that I was going to hand out with them all at the apartment. Well got talking to Seth told him that I need to drive to Ellsworth the next day before going to work to get to my bank. He said he would come with me if I wake him up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go out to my house grab clothes, then on the way back stopped at the store and they grabbed some munches. Well by the time we got back we had for gotten, or I should say Seth forgot to pick up Craig his Cancer Sticks (cigarettes), and was all upset and went into his room saying he wasn't feeling good. What ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get to play a couple of games of magic with Nick and Lucas which was great because I haven't played magic in such a long time. Tracy came up and visited for a bit. Got to watch us play and try to remember herself on how to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for bed. I realize with both of the boys being there that there was no where for me to crash and sleep. So I asked Seth if he wouldn't mind if I crashed in his room for the night. He made the upset sound saying it was alright. I am feeling bad already that I had to ask. So yeah I went to sleep still in that light sleep mood. Waiting for the other person to come to bed. Well I was woken up twice by the boys because I was in light sleep mood. Which sucked when the alarm went off at 8. Not only did this suck buy I had realize that Seth had stayed up the whole FUCKING TIME!!! So needless to say he wouldn't be giving me any company for the ride up and back to Ellsworth. Not to mention it had been snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah pissed off about not getting enough sleep. Upset that I let myself be fooled into thinking that someone would be with me for a bit, and it was snowing and I had to close the store this night... Sigh.. So yeah made it up and back to Ellsworth with out to much trouble. Only fish tailed a little bit. Nothing to be to concerned with but just be careful mode. That is until I got on I95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARG!!! Ok going north bond on 95 crappy. I get up to Exit 184 the one off to Union and Ohio Street and there had been a big accident. Ok, so I am in the fast lane and hit my brakes and fist tailed a bit, couldn't help that because of everyone in front of me doing the same thing. Then I look up in my rear view mirror and the huge FUCKING 18 wheeler that was behind me is now sliding side ways with his trailer coming at me... Yeah fucking panic... Well let just say since I am writing this me and my car was no creamed by the 18 wheelers trailer. He managed to pull out of it and passed me in the slow lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah looking forward to this day being over.</content>
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    <title>Sigh...</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T03:41:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T03:41:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know its been a while since I have posted. Honestly everytime I get the urge to type about anything, I just don't want to because that lovely feeling of getting everything out has past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah a lot of crap and bull shit has happen since I have last posted. Lets see had issues with a couple of friends... Don't want to mention who the fuck they are, but yeah leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate work. First they are great with giving me raises and hours. Now they are bunch of jerks again giving me really piss poor hours. I don't know what to do any more. Work just sucks in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had little one back now. He is going back to his daddy's soon though. Always a sad thing. Shrugs... But little one is now into Skating. It has been really good for him. I think he really enjoys it. It is a Hockey program that he does every Sunday. He is slowly getting there. Still needs a walker to get around, but slowly getting him self off it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as for looking to other men.. Yeah I almost want to go MEH!! One I was interested in was a bust. Stood me up. Blah... Now another guy I am interested in I don't know if he is really interested in me that way.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that is life right now. Just trying to make it buy with all the screaming interferences coming at me at very angle.  So yeah.. Blah.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greenmermaid811:44112</id>
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    <title>Hi</title>
    <published>2008-08-27T04:09:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-27T04:09:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, I know I haven't posted in a really long time so heres what happen so far. Well my job is finally gotten better. I am getting more hours working over in the Orono subway then working for Broadway. There was also maybe making me an opener at on or two stores. So finally yeah. I have also met someone off face book. Of course the guy is kind of far away. Sigh.. But we had our first date and saw Death Race. That was fucking awesome. Now we are meeting up this Saturday to four wheeling. Oh, and I got over my fear of kayaking. I had fun. Little one loves his school he goes to. So all is good for the moment.</content>
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    <title>Boo</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T23:48:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T23:48:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Boo... Yup that is it. Boo!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greenmermaid811:43616</id>
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    <title>Meow</title>
    <published>2008-06-16T19:14:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-16T19:14:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lets see.. Job sucks, yeah that sums up for that. I am tired, did lawn work for mom. Jilian did her wedding thing. It went well and she was glad it is over. Drove her up to logan airport and back. That was long. Visit with grammy, besides that everything is just peachy right now.a</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greenmermaid811:43411</id>
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    <title>Interview</title>
    <published>2008-05-15T19:32:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-15T19:32:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, some good news for a change. I had a interview  with Holly Wood slots today. This coming Monday I have an interview with Penquis for child care. So hopefully everything will be churning around here soon.</content>
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    <title>Following Suit</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T03:25:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T03:25:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tell you why I friended you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc. you know, something degrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you something I (dis)like about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you a memory I have of you. Or for you, my implanted memory ray is almost perfected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, you must post this in your LJ.</content>
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    <title>Blah...</title>
    <published>2008-04-24T02:29:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-24T02:29:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, I haven't posted in a while, but honestly I don't want to keep posting about the same stuff. So it will be short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: I HATE IT!! FUCKING JERKS PRICKS AND SO ON AND SO FORTH... Its my fualt that nothing gets down. I am not the perfect sandwich maker they want so I am being screwed for hours. Arg!!! So I am currently trying to get another job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With help someone should me job openings at Penquis Cap. Three or four openings in child care. With fourty hours a week. That would be great. Expect trying to get hired. I have called, stopped by, and gotton all kinds of different answers why I haven't heard anything. The two last things I heard was that I could talk to the person who was recruting this past Tuesday, and I was told that none of the jobs have been filled yet. I called, and they told me I would be getting something in the mail. ARG!! Then today when I went to drop of another reference to go with my resume, they told me that there were quite a few applications the person was going through. Great just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a place. Well I am screwed right now. I have had a lot of help from people letting crash here and there. I even stayed at a stupid motel and got ripped off for staying there. Sigh... I am really stuck, and if I can't figure how  to get myself out of this, then I might have to move back home again. Not what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry ment to be short, but got to rambling... So that is fing life right now. Just fucking peachy.</content>
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    <title>Found a Place</title>
    <published>2008-04-02T22:46:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-02T22:46:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Star Gate</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yup. I found a little run down motel to rent weekly by. Yeah... It is called the Cozy Inn over in Brewer. So hopefully now that I am up here I will get more hours. Yeah that is it.</content>
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    <title>Wow..</title>
    <published>2008-03-19T21:37:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-19T21:37:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Shaun looking at his cards.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok, fing work is just Peachy... I got pulled over for my stupid inspection. BUT the good this is I  only got a warning.. No stupid ticket. Oh, I got a tip at Subway today. I mean YEAH!! I got it from the really grumpy guy. Plus I manage to get to work, and back with out it stupid storming out side. If it was storming like they said it would, I wouldn't have gone to work.. Ick. Plus I got Shaun easter Stuff. Joy. Money I really  don't have. Sigh.. Oh well. So  yeah just Peachy...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greenmermaid811:42189</id>
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    <title>Hey Andy</title>
    <published>2008-02-23T17:00:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T17:00:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Muppet Show</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't know where you are but I hope you have a Happy Birthday! From both me and the little one.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greenmermaid811:41826</id>
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    <title>Ah..</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T23:35:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T23:35:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Herbie...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lets see.. I have been crashing on the island for a while. It stinks because I have a job but no place to stay. I hoping that this Monday or Tuesday I can at least find something... Sigh... thats life.</content>
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    <title>Cold</title>
    <published>2008-02-11T03:32:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-11T03:32:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So besides scaring people, (which I didn't mean too) life is ah... Yeah... Its sucks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greenmermaid811:41267</id>
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    <title>Arg</title>
    <published>2008-01-25T01:17:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-25T01:17:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bring it on by Lenny Kravitz</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You know when life likes to throw hardballs at you when ever you really don't want it.. Or better yet not ready for it... Well it happen. All I wanted to do is sit down the nice dinner I made. Enjoy the very small glass of wine and sit back for a moment. Is that all to much to ask. NO!! Life is going to suck really bad for a little bit...</content>
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    <title>Blah</title>
    <published>2008-01-19T18:21:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-19T18:21:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There are flying monkey bats circling my head. I have drum beating so loud, that it will break down the marble walls, spilling all over the hills of disdain. Making it hard for the running cats of chaos to get to the last point at the beginning of the starting line.  The shots of the little faeries screaming from the holes, falls to death ears of the tall blind elves of the light/dark world of this place I call my head... Blah.</content>
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    <title>My Boss</title>
    <published>2007-12-15T08:51:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-15T08:51:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>purring kitten</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok, its been a while so here it is... I HATE MY FUCKING BOSS!!! Ok fight with mom, bad. Wants to close day care for a few days to think about financial problems. I call her back telling her that I would look after the day care while she thinks. LIKE I ALL WAYS HAVE!! So she calls me back that monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Amelia I am closing the day care...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!! ONE FUCKING FIGHT FROM HER MOM AND SHE IS CLOSING THE DAMN DAY CARE. THAT MOTHER FUCKING WHORE OF A BITCH IS SCREWING ME OVER BECAUSE HER MOMMY CAN'T PAY FOR EVERYTHING... ARG... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this has open a whole lot of  cans of worms by the barrels. So I have put in 54 hour week, and I didn't get payed. She is supposes to pay me tomorrow.. If she doesn't, OH.... that bitch will wish she never battle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE COMES THE WAR!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. On the up side, Seth is here, and its Shaun's birthday tomorrow.  So there is some good news.</content>
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    <title>Thanksgiving</title>
    <published>2007-11-17T16:47:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T16:47:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well it is coming upon us that time of year again. The holidays. Joy, of joy... Last count there are 38 days till Christmas... ARG! But before Christmas comes a really fun holiday. Yes, thats right Thanksgiving. A day to give us a good excuse to stuff ourselves with REALLY GOOD food. Yum... Just thinking of it is making me hungry. DAMN IT!! Now every family is different when it comes to tradition, and one of my family's traditions hasn't happen in a really long time. Today I heard one of the Turkey songs by Adam Sandler. Which brought forth the tradition of listening to a song on Thanksgiving while driving up to Mass. for Thanksgiving. Its called "Alice's Restaurant". A very good song. Since I haven't heard it in like FOREVER, I goggled it and found it. I would like to share it with all of you, and hope it makes you smile as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice's Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;By Arlo Guthrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the&lt;br /&gt;restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Walk right in it's around the back&lt;br /&gt;Just a half a mile from the railroad track&lt;br /&gt;You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the&lt;br /&gt;restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the&lt;br /&gt;church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and&lt;br /&gt;Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of&lt;br /&gt;room downstairs where the pews used to be in.  Havin' all that room,&lt;br /&gt;seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't&lt;br /&gt;have to take out their garbage for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be&lt;br /&gt;a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump.  So&lt;br /&gt;we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW&lt;br /&gt;microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed&lt;br /&gt;on toward the city dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the&lt;br /&gt;dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving."  And we had never heard of a dump&lt;br /&gt;closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off&lt;br /&gt;into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the&lt;br /&gt;side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the&lt;br /&gt;cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile&lt;br /&gt;is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we&lt;br /&gt;decided to throw our's down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the&lt;br /&gt;next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie.  He said, "Kid,&lt;br /&gt;we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of&lt;br /&gt;garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope&lt;br /&gt;under that garbage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we&lt;br /&gt;finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down&lt;br /&gt;and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the&lt;br /&gt;police officer's station.  So we got in the red VW microbus with the&lt;br /&gt;shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the&lt;br /&gt;police officer's station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at&lt;br /&gt;the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for&lt;br /&gt;being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and&lt;br /&gt;we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out&lt;br /&gt;and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,&lt;br /&gt;which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station&lt;br /&gt;there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was&lt;br /&gt;both immediately arrested.  Handcuffed.  And I said "Obie, I don't think I&lt;br /&gt;can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on."  He said, "Shut up, kid.&lt;br /&gt;Get in the back of the patrol car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the&lt;br /&gt;quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of&lt;br /&gt;Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop&lt;br /&gt;signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the&lt;br /&gt;Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,&lt;br /&gt;being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to&lt;br /&gt;get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of&lt;br /&gt;cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.&lt;br /&gt;They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and&lt;br /&gt;they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles&lt;br /&gt;and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each&lt;br /&gt;one was to be used as evidence against us.  Took pictures of the approach,&lt;br /&gt;the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to&lt;br /&gt;mention the aerial photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ordeal, we went back to the jail.  Obie said he was going to put&lt;br /&gt;us in the cell.  Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your&lt;br /&gt;wallet and your belt."  And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my&lt;br /&gt;wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you&lt;br /&gt;want my belt for?"  And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings."  I&lt;br /&gt;said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"&lt;br /&gt;Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the&lt;br /&gt;toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took&lt;br /&gt;out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the&lt;br /&gt;toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape.  Obie&lt;br /&gt;was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice&lt;br /&gt;(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few&lt;br /&gt;nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back&lt;br /&gt;to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,&lt;br /&gt;and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten&lt;br /&gt;colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back&lt;br /&gt;of each one, sat down.  Man came in said, "All rise."  We all stood up,&lt;br /&gt;and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy&lt;br /&gt;pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he&lt;br /&gt;sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the&lt;br /&gt;twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows&lt;br /&gt;and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.&lt;br /&gt;And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles&lt;br /&gt;and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,&lt;br /&gt;'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American&lt;br /&gt;blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the&lt;br /&gt;judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy&lt;br /&gt;pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each&lt;br /&gt;one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us.  And&lt;br /&gt;we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not&lt;br /&gt;what I came to tell you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to talk about the draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,&lt;br /&gt;where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,&lt;br /&gt;neglected and selected.  I went down to get my physical examination one&lt;br /&gt;day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so&lt;br /&gt;I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning.  `Cause I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted&lt;br /&gt;to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,&lt;br /&gt;and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all&lt;br /&gt;kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave&lt;br /&gt;me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill.  I mean, I wanna, I&lt;br /&gt;wanna kill.  Kill.  I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and&lt;br /&gt;guts and veins in my teeth.  Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,&lt;br /&gt;KILL, KILL."  And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and&lt;br /&gt;he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down&lt;br /&gt;yelling, "KILL, KILL."  And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,&lt;br /&gt;sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel too good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,&lt;br /&gt;detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me&lt;br /&gt;at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four&lt;br /&gt;hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty&lt;br /&gt;ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was&lt;br /&gt;inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no&lt;br /&gt;part untouched.  Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the&lt;br /&gt;last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,&lt;br /&gt;and I walked up and said, "What do you want?"  He said, "Kid, we only got&lt;br /&gt;one question. Have you ever been arrested?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,&lt;br /&gt;with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all&lt;br /&gt;the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever&lt;br /&gt;go to court?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten&lt;br /&gt;colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on&lt;br /&gt;the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want&lt;br /&gt;you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's&lt;br /&gt;where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after&lt;br /&gt;committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly&lt;br /&gt;looking people on the bench there.  Mother rapers.  Father stabbers.  Father&lt;br /&gt;rapers!  Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me!  And&lt;br /&gt;they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the&lt;br /&gt;bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest&lt;br /&gt;father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly&lt;br /&gt;'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me&lt;br /&gt;and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?"  I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay&lt;br /&gt;$50 and pick up the garbage."  He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Littering."  And they all moved away from me on the bench&lt;br /&gt;there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I&lt;br /&gt;said, "And creating a nuisance."  And they all came back, shook my hand,&lt;br /&gt;and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,&lt;br /&gt;father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the&lt;br /&gt;bench.  And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of&lt;br /&gt;things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it&lt;br /&gt;up and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-&lt;br /&gt;know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-&lt;br /&gt;you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-&lt;br /&gt;officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for&lt;br /&gt;forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had&lt;br /&gt;fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,&lt;br /&gt;and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it&lt;br /&gt;down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the&lt;br /&gt;pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the&lt;br /&gt;other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on&lt;br /&gt;the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the&lt;br /&gt;following words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to&lt;br /&gt;ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm&lt;br /&gt;sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench&lt;br /&gt;'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,&lt;br /&gt;kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug."  He looked at me and&lt;br /&gt;said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;off to Washington."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a&lt;br /&gt;study in black and white of my fingerprints.  And the only reason I'm&lt;br /&gt;singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar&lt;br /&gt;situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a&lt;br /&gt;situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into&lt;br /&gt;the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get&lt;br /&gt;anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.".  And walk out.  You know, if&lt;br /&gt;one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and&lt;br /&gt;they won't take him.  And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,&lt;br /&gt;they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.&lt;br /&gt;And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in&lt;br /&gt;singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an&lt;br /&gt;organization.  And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said&lt;br /&gt;fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and&lt;br /&gt;walking out.  And friends they may thinks it's a movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and&lt;br /&gt;all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the&lt;br /&gt;guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With feeling.  So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and&lt;br /&gt;sing it when it does.  Here it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Walk right in it's around the back&lt;br /&gt;Just a half a mile from the railroad track&lt;br /&gt;You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was horrible.  If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it&lt;br /&gt;for another twenty five minutes.  I'm not proud... or tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part&lt;br /&gt;harmony and feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Excepting Alice&lt;br /&gt;You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Walk right in it's around the back&lt;br /&gt;Just a half a mile from the railroad track&lt;br /&gt;You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da dum&lt;br /&gt;At Alice's Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's long I know, but I hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©1966,1967 (Renewed) by Appleseed Music Inc. All Rights Reserved</content>
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    <title>Hola</title>
    <published>2007-11-03T02:05:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-03T02:05:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nick, and tv</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok.. I hate stupid computers.. Why can't stuff work when it is suppose to.. To many things that need the right thing to work.. Arg.. If you could follow the line of weird logic then good for you. I hate computers. But I hope you all had a very good Halloween. Also I hope that the pics I did send you enjoy. Jack and Sparrow are very cute and excitable kittens. Having fun with them. Also the three season room will be finally done. YEAH!!! Yeah so that is it... Blah.</content>
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    <title>KITTENS!!</title>
    <published>2007-10-13T01:24:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-13T01:24:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We got kittens. Yeah!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/greenmermaid811/pic/000032rk/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/greenmermaid811/pic/000032rk/s320x240" width="180" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/greenmermaid811/pic/00002sd8/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/greenmermaid811/pic/00002sd8/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the names we are settling with.. Jack is mom's and Sparrow is mine. So yeah finally got kittens. :)</content>
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    <title>I am currently still in the clouds.</title>
    <published>2007-10-07T15:36:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-07T15:36:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Someone showering</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The boy friend is FREE!!! Yeah, oh happy day. Sigh... I want a kitten. Yeah thats it for the time begin.</content>
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    <title>Boo</title>
    <published>2007-09-03T21:43:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-03T21:43:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One day a duck got what was coming to it. It wasn't your ordanary duck. Unlike the other ducks that swim around happily eating the little tid bits that old people would throw to them. No this little duck would like to creep up behind them and quack very loudly behind them. They would drop and run while the little duck laughed and then ate all the food they had dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one day he  quacked up the wrong old person. He quacked, then got whacked.. Now he is an nice dinner for a old blind woman. Yum.</content>
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    <title>Wand</title>
    <published>2007-08-04T17:47:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-04T17:47:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;      &lt;h1&gt;Your Score: &lt;span&gt;11 2/3", Oak, Veela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h2&gt;You scored 47 wisdom, 22 bravery, 21 emotional,  and 22 martyrdom!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;      Oak signifies wisdom, endurance, protection, and authority.  The veela hair as a wand core means that you are slightly unpredictable but very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/5113933298354864703/Harry-Potter-Wand"&gt;The Harry Potter Wand Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=sputnik845"&gt;sputnik845&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>Parade</title>
    <published>2007-08-04T17:32:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-04T17:32:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well I helped out my bf for his parade in Dover. It was fun. Sun was hot. Plus I got to pelt kids with candy. Looking forward to getting little one back. Also getting excited about this coming Friday. Should be a blast. So any ways, hope everyone is staying cool. :)</content>
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    <title>Meow</title>
    <published>2007-07-25T22:13:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-25T22:13:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, got home and my Grammy is here. Yeah. All ways good to see her. I had a blast last weekend. Lots of chaos and fun.. Hehehe... I hope everyone is doing well. I am out of it most of the time, and want to kick all those kids butts at work. But besides that, life here is just a happy little whirl wind.. Ready to take off at any moment.</content>
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    <title>Stolen</title>
    <published>2007-07-15T00:52:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-15T00:52:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ticking clock</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok, I am just very curious how this might turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Points) My name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Am I in love...if so with who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 Points) Where did we meet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6 Points) Take a stab at my middle name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 Points) Where do I work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Point) What am I afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Do I smoke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Do I drink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 points) Do you think I'm a virgin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 Point) Do I have any siblings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) How many:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) What's one of my favorite things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 Point) How many piercings do I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) How many tattoos do I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) What's my favorite type of music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Am I shy or outgoing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Whats my favorite color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Name something I hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Name a talent I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Whats my phone service:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) What kind of sneakers do I wear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Do I have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Who am I dating/liking right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points) How long have I been dating/liking them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 points) How tall am I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points) What is my worst habit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points on creativeness) If I were stranded on a desert island, what would I bring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 extra bonus points) Tell me something unique about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you your grade back through a message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80-85 Points; Best Friend.&lt;br /&gt;70-79 Points; Great Friend.&lt;br /&gt;40-69 Points; Friend.&lt;br /&gt;20-39 Points; You should hang out with me more! Ask me when.&lt;br /&gt;00-19 Points; Either you're a crappy friend, or you're new friend!</content>
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