<?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-5593726</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:06:57.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enigma Revealed</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for me to rant, rave, and do other things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-113418708735787884</id><published>2005-12-09T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:58:34.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your 2005 Song IsMr'&gt;http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;amp;amp;amp;offerid=99176.467947976&amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;Mr. Brightside by The Killers"It started out with a kissHow did it end up like thisIt was only a kiss, it was only a kiss"Let's just say you're happy to be done with 2005!What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/113418708735787884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/113418708735787884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113418708735787884' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-113306579028068466</id><published>2005-11-26T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:29:50.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are 22 Years Old</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/113306579028068466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/113306579028068466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113306579028068466' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-113306574347466692</id><published>2005-11-26T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:29:03.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Age Do I Act?You Are 22 Years OldUnder 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/113306574347466692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/113306574347466692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113306574347466692' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-113098877639756173</id><published>2005-11-02T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:32:56.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally ... An Update.I know it has been forever since I've updated this thing, but that's kind of how I do things.  Almost three months and honestly, not too much to report. Work is going and going.  I'm not sure how long that place has to go.  I've talked to Raine (the Columbia manager) and we're predicting that we have until the end of January unless some miracle happens.  But who knows.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/113098877639756173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/113098877639756173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113098877639756173' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-112293761297773244</id><published>2005-08-01T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:06:53.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grand Canao 2005It's come and gone.  And again, it was definately one for the books.Friday I headed down to Annapolis to pick up my brother.  We left around 5 PM  and after a bunch of stops and such, we arrived at good ol' Cheatham Annex in Williamsburg, VA at 10.  We roamed around some and finally found some of the Jersey boys.  Melvin made it this year ... finally.  We chatted some and enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/112293761297773244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/112293761297773244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112293761297773244' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-112198539852607750</id><published>2005-07-21T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:36:38.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts About My WorldThings have been rather crazy lately.  So what else is new, right?  Well, working like crazy, hanging out and chilling virtually every weekend and trying to keep myself sane. I'm not totally sure where my world is going right now.  I feel that I'm in a mini-rut right now.  Although I've been out every weekend, I feel that it's more of a formality than for fun.  I mean, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/112198539852607750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/112198539852607750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112198539852607750' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-112012176380571337</id><published>2005-06-30T04:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T04:56:03.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Extremely PissedOkay, so I'm extremely pissed right now.  A friend of mine and I went out to Central tonight to drink and chill some.  Everything was going well.  After the bar closed, we hung outside and chatted with some of the others who were at the bar, he with some people he knew and me with some people I just met.  So anyway, as the night grew longer, so did the crowd.  At around 3:50-ish, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/112012176380571337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/112012176380571337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112012176380571337' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-111871910017282807</id><published>2005-06-13T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:18:20.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Travels of ChristianThis past week and a few days have been rather packed with various events for me.  I'll try to break it down by day and be brief about everything.Friday, June 3  --  Leave for Philly to hang out with my cousin.  Got o Appetities on Main Street for dinner before heading to Kildare's to drink some.  We then head to my cousin's old house and chill with some of his old frat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/111871910017282807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/111871910017282807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111871910017282807' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-111690729477413759</id><published>2005-05-23T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:01:34.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unknown FeelingsThat kind of sums me up right now.  I'm not sure what I'm feeling.  I guess I should rewind things just a little.Months ago, I was online and started to chatting with this guy.  He seemed pretty nice and all.  We never did get to meet up until recently.  I was online and bored, as I usually am, and saw him online.  We talked about our night's plans and I said something to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/111690729477413759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/111690729477413759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111690729477413759' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-111508049288519428</id><published>2005-05-02T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T20:34:52.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Still AliveYes dear readers, I'm still alive ... exhausted, but alive.  This past month or so has been a rather hectic one for me both mentally and physically. I've been working six out of seven days of the week and it's definately taking it's toll on me.  Not like I do a ton of work while on the clock, but being there can become draining after a while.  And when I do have to work, I go full </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/111508049288519428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/111508049288519428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111508049288519428' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-111084837168476892</id><published>2005-03-14T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:59:31.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Long StoryOkay, since so many people have been asking, I figure that this is the best way to inform people of the whole story behind the name change/change-in-life thing that happened recently.I guess it all started back in May/June 2004. That was when Ryan appeared in my life. After spending so much time with him during those two some odd weeks that he was here, my attitude changed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/111084837168476892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/111084837168476892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111084837168476892' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-111016853694608401</id><published>2005-03-06T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:10:46.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An End of an EraYes I know I haven't updated this thing in over a month, but that's how off my life has been lately. Things have just been so unpredictable as of late, that I'm not sure where my life is headed.First off, On January 25, I got an unexpected voice mail. Ryan of St. Louis called and basically left a message telling me to call him back. The next day, I got another message from him ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/111016853694608401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/111016853694608401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111016853694608401' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-110592895682858527</id><published>2005-01-16T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:29:16.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Living LifeSo much has happened since last I wrote.  I'll try to keep this as short as possible, but you kow how I am.On the 3rd, I had to go to court as a witness for a stolen credit card.  The case was scheduled at 9-ish, but the girl never showed up.  We were then sent home, which was cool.  On the way out, I saw the girl being chaged walking into the courthouse, but I din't know what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110592895682858527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110592895682858527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110592895682858527' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-110471820111572525</id><published>2005-01-02T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:10:01.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reflections / Starting off with an Explosion.What a year 2004 had been and what a way to start 2005.In a somewhat random list, here's my reflection on 2004:-  In January, I offically left my parents' place and moved out on my own.-  Sometime in March (I think), I met Adam and a bunch of his friends. -  Around May, I met Ryan Andrews from St. Louis here in Baltimore. -  In July, I went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110471820111572525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110471820111572525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110471820111572525' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-110428382032450982</id><published>2004-12-28T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T20:30:20.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Have ReturnedAfter a long absence, I have finally returned.  And what a time out it has been.The reason that I took a leave was to get some things sorted out in my life.  I had been going through a difficult time with a bunch of things and needed to get them sorted out.  And for the most part, things have been settled.So anyway, the holidays have come and gone.  Christmas was spent with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110428382032450982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110428382032450982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110428382032450982' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-110307471079022176</id><published>2004-12-14T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:38:30.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leave of AbsenceI'm taking a leave of absence from the world for a while.  Too many things going on in my personal world that I need to take care of. --PHoENiX.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110307471079022176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110307471079022176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110307471079022176' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-110221704452419351</id><published>2004-12-04T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T22:24:04.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pissed!!!Okay, James and I had been planning on going to the White party at Velvet tonight.  We were planning this for about three weeks now.  I bought new clothes and fashioned them in my style just for this event.  And after weeks of planning, he decides to cancel around 9:30 this evening.On Thursday, he calls me and says that he had to work tonight at his new job and that we weren't going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110221704452419351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110221704452419351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110221704452419351' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-110126856274509135</id><published>2004-11-23T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:56:02.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not Boyfriend MaterialThis is my most recent self-discovery bit.  Actually, I think I discovered it a little while ago, just that I never decided to write about it until now.Things have gotten really lonely in my life recently and it made me think about the past and the future.  I've looked at my track record with people I've liked and there have always been some complication with every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110126856274509135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110126856274509135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110126856274509135' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-110057856458928372</id><published>2004-11-15T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T23:16:04.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Have ReturnedAfter a long abensce, I have finally decided to update the world on my thoughts and my life.I'll start with the easy part ... my life.  Nothing much has been going on in that respect.  Still working at the same place.  Seriously thinking that this will be my last holiday season with the company.  I'm thinking that after the holidays, I'm going to take some time off and relax </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110057856458928372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/110057856458928372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110057856458928372' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109937494924422885</id><published>2004-11-01T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T00:55:49.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Week of RandomnessThis past week has held a bunch of random events that have been very unexpected for me.Last Sunday, James called me and asked what I was doing. Nothing out of the ordinary there since we have the tendency to call each other randomly in the night. So anyway, the random part was that he asked to meet me. As it was around 10 pm, that was odd. From the sound of his voice, he was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109937494924422885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109937494924422885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109937494924422885' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109848755790685012</id><published>2004-10-22T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T19:25:57.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Times, Good TimesMy how things can change in the course of a few days.  My mind has been eased and life has been good. Tuesday didn't produce much in terms of what I did.  At night, I called Shawn to find out what the plans were for the night seeing as it was his birthday.  After a few calls back and forth, I drove out to pick him up, swing by UMBC to pick up Steve and we were off to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109848755790685012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109848755790685012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109848755790685012' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109816346121665412</id><published>2004-10-19T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T01:24:21.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mentally in DisarrayI know that this is supposed to be a happy day for me, but I can't help but feel a little bit confused.  The whole thing with James is confusing that crack out of me. At the beginning of the summer, James had contacted me through e-mail through one of my ads online.  We chatted via e-mail here and there and then we stopped e-mailing.  So one day I e-mailed him and he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109816346121665412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109816346121665412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109816346121665412' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109812605261934114</id><published>2004-10-18T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T15:57:08.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday and Sunday NightsSaturday night saw me heading to Hippo to meet up with Nic, Jason, Dannny and Kevin. We ended up on the dance side and danced for a good while. Nic, Jason and Danyy disappeared for a bit and Kevin and I went over to Central to see what was happening there. Not much since it was Electroshock. So we headed back and found the three on the bar side. As we walked in, I saw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109812605261934114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109812605261934114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109812605261934114' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109793801466641718</id><published>2004-10-16T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T10:46:54.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big Gay ReunionOn Friday, October 15, ther was a big gay reunion at Central.  I semi-planning on going early in the day, but wasn't sure.  My friend Hans was saying that he might be able to make it there from Fredrick early in the night, but later decided that he was going to make it.  During that time, my other friend Rob said that he was going with his boyfriend, his roommate Adam, and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109793801466641718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109793801466641718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109793801466641718' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109763134194914778</id><published>2004-10-12T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T21:35:41.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recent DilemmaSo here's a new dilemma in my life that I thought I'd share.  I think I might like someone again.  Yeah, I know ... I tend to do this every month or so, but this time it's different.I've been talking to this guy James on the phone now for like 3 weeks or so.  He's a really nice guy.  We've hit it off rather well over the phone.  I mean, there are always some strange moments of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109763134194914778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109763134194914778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109763134194914778' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109686897568705353</id><published>2004-10-04T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T01:49:35.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silver lining in the dark cloud.This last week has been a whirlwind for me emotionally.  Things have been strange in terms of my interaction with people.Let's take Shawn for instance.  We hung out sometime last week with Antonio and I think we had a good time.  Then on IM, he never responded to any of my messages.  I'm not sure why, but I didn't ask.  Then on Thursday, I attended the Freedom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109686897568705353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109686897568705353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109686897568705353' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109623105200282092</id><published>2004-09-26T16:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T16:37:32.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who said weekends start on Friday???My weekend started on Thursday night and it's finally just ended.  Thank goodness since I'm tired as anything.So Wednesday night, my friend Hans told me that he was withdrawing from school for the semester and was heading back to Fredrick on Friday.  I told him that I wanted to hang out with him before he left and that Thursday would be the best night for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109623105200282092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109623105200282092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109623105200282092' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109623104344435637</id><published>2004-09-26T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T16:37:23.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who said weekends start on Friday???My weekend started on Thursday night and it's finally just ended.  Thank goodness since I'm tired as anything.So Wednesday night, my friend Hans told me that he was withdrawing from school for the semester and was heading back to Fredrick on Friday.  I told him that I wanted to hang out with him before he left and that Thursday would be the best night for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109623104344435637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109623104344435637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109623104344435637' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109591255765666725</id><published>2004-09-22T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:09:17.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Good Nights in Three DaysSo I've actaully had two good nights out of these last three.  Monday night, Hans, Justin and I went to Central for a while.  Nothing special.  Just us hanging out for a bit.  Hans was the one who really wanted to go out, so I asked him if he wanted to, called Justin and we made plans.  It was kareoke night and there were some horrible preformances there.  I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109591255765666725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109591255765666725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109591255765666725' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109564336104074225</id><published>2004-09-19T20:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:22:41.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun weekendThis weekend was pretty good.  Worked, went out, worked, went out.  The usual. Thursday I headed back to UMBC for the Freedom Alliance meeting as I told Antonio and Shawn that I would be there.  They had a discussion night which I think went rather well.  Not my kind of thing, but nice to sit through and hear the different opinions about how the word "queer" is being used.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109564336104074225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109564336104074225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109564336104074225' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109515030690887263</id><published>2004-09-14T03:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T04:25:06.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdateAs it is almost 4 in the morning on what is now technically September 14, 2004, I feel the need to update this blog.  Things have been a roller coaster of a time since I last wrote.  I'll do short updates on each of the eventful days that have occurred.Sept 2:  A guy I had been talking to online asks if I wanted to hang out with him and some of his friends as it was his birthday that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109515030690887263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109515030690887263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109515030690887263' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109391916444981104</id><published>2004-08-30T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:26:04.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family Outing ... and a Reconnection.So yesturday proved to be a very eventful day.  I woke up late since I didn't have to work.  I cleaned up a little and lounged around for a good while.  I then made my way down south to my parent's house.  I got there as soon as my mom was pulling into the driveway.  We entered the house and chatted with my dad for a while.  Kevin came home soon afterwards </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109391916444981104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109391916444981104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109391916444981104' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109374951529539508</id><published>2004-08-28T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T23:18:35.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Week of StuffSo this week has been pretty packed in terms of events. After work Tuesday, I headed to The Avenue in White Marsh to meet with Justin.  Before we met, I called my brother to make plans for this Sunday.  I was hoping that he would be headed to my parents house.  I told him why I was going home and he agreed to be there.After that, I met up with Justin.  We sat around the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109374951529539508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109374951529539508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109374951529539508' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109331888571471991</id><published>2004-08-23T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:41:25.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Starting Over ... Coming SoonI've made the decision that I'm going to resolve a few things with some people in the near future. Ever since returning from St. Louis, I've been in a hell of a slump in life.  Things just haven't fallen into place as I would have liked.  I've decided that it's time to take control and to turn things around.  I don't blame Ryan for any of this.  In fact, it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109331888571471991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109331888571471991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109331888571471991' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109262296519999150</id><published>2004-08-15T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:22:45.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rebirth #????I recently went through a difficult time.  Things just built up within me and I had one of my breakdown-type things.  But have no fear dear readers, I am back to my normal, sick and evil self. For the most part, I'm over the whole Ryan situation.  There will always be something within me that will always love, care and think about him.  I also think that we could have parted ways</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109262296519999150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109262296519999150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109262296519999150' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109150268982965851</id><published>2004-08-02T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T23:11:29.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new beginning is comingThings have not been all that wonderful in my world as of late.  And I think I know why.Throughout my life, I've always let myself feel things for people when I know I shouldn't.  I have no clue why I allow myself to do this ... I guess it's the caring side of me.  Or the side that longs for something more in my life.  I honestly have no clue why.I guess this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109150268982965851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109150268982965851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109150268982965851' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-109007444934203419</id><published>2004-07-17T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T10:27:29.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recent Feelings Been going through some very strange feelings lately.  Think some kind of depression has come back to attack me.  Not full blown depression, but something is definately getting to me. Been feeling rather down and not myself lately.  Even since my return from St. Louis, I've been kind of bummed out.  Maybe because I had so much fun there that now I'm back, things aren't the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109007444934203419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/109007444934203419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#109007444934203419' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108960307167496960</id><published>2004-07-11T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:31:11.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>St. Louis Part 3And so after we got back to the hotel, we separated for a bit and met up in the lobby for dinner.  After dinner, a band from California called INVID performed.  The first set had them playing some cover songs for some of the older people in the room.  Their second set showed some of their original talents.  Their music was good although I couldn't understand a lot of the lyrics.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108960307167496960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108960307167496960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108960307167496960' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108932818933053646</id><published>2004-07-08T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:10:50.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>St. Louis Part 2So I decided to walk to the mall alone.  It wasn't that bad.  Only 15 minutes in the heat and I made it to the mall safely.  Not a bad place.  Ran into Teonette as she was with her friend at the mall.  Talked a little about what she was doing there and what she had been doing since she arrived.  Decided to buy me some shorts as I didn't pack enough for the trip.  While I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108932818933053646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108932818933053646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108932818933053646' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108886495692344278</id><published>2004-07-03T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T10:29:16.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>St. Louis Part 1Greetings from St Louis dear readers.  Right now I should be at a workshop, but decided that I was too tired to pay attention and thought that this would be a good time to reflect upon my trip thus far.I arrived on June 30th at about 12 noon St. Louis time.  After retrieving my bags, I made it to the hotel with no trouble.  Checking in was a breeze.  Then a quick shower, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108886495692344278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108886495692344278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108886495692344278' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108859543749816193</id><published>2004-06-30T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T07:37:17.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off to St. LouisIt's 7:34 am on Wednesday morning.  In a few hours I'll be on a plane to St. Louis for a few days.  I'll update when I get back ... I promise.--carl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108859543749816193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108859543749816193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108859543749816193' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108796360813432376</id><published>2004-06-22T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T00:06:48.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QuickieOkay dear readers, here's a quick update as to the current situations of my life. Work really sucks right now.  There is me and one other person working, a guy in training and an inventory due this week.  As I'm behind on a lot of my work there, I'm hoping that things will be decent when I leave for St. Louis on the 30th.  Which brings me to St. Louis.  I'm heading there for a family</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108796360813432376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108796360813432376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108796360813432376' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108725911542145357</id><published>2004-06-14T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T20:25:15.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Have Returned!!!After like a few months, I have finally returned to online-land.  My comp got messed up and I finally bought a new one today.  A chunk of money outta my life, but I think I deserve it.  In terms of my personal and professional life, well, I would be here for a few days trying to do the update, so I figure if you wanna know, then just ask.  But rest assured, some information </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108725911542145357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108725911542145357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108725911542145357' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108346692856905358</id><published>2004-05-01T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T23:05:17.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enjoying Life Too Much???So this week I attempted not to go out because I felt that I was going out too much.  That decision was broken on Wednesday.  Tuesday I had a visit from my district and regional managers in my store.  On Wednesday, I worked in Annapolis and had them yet again.  So after two days with them and a lot of thinking and such, I decided to get a couple of drinks.  A few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108346692856905358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108346692856905358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108346692856905358' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108294638238881173</id><published>2004-04-25T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T22:29:40.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recent events ... and a decisionHow fast a few days goes.  And what things can happen in that few days.Last Wednesday was supposed to be my day off.  It was not to be however.  The store in Annapolis needed someone to work since the guy who was supposed to work had to take off because his wife gave birth.  So on that day, the world welcomed Andrew Felix into its fold.  And I headed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108294638238881173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108294638238881173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108294638238881173' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108243584595018752</id><published>2004-04-20T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T00:40:22.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another grand weekendSo Friday I decided to go out.  Big surprise!!!  Didn't think I was going to as I needed time to relax and think about some things, but I was able to do a ton of thinking at work and relax my mind some, so I felt better.  Both Antonio and Adam called me inviting me out, so I decided to go.  Ended up picking up Adam and his friend and dropping them off at Central while I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108243584595018752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108243584595018752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108243584595018752' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108209792663996521</id><published>2004-04-16T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T02:48:19.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taking a breakI've decided that I'm going to take a break from the world I have now become accustomed to ... the one of going out and chilling until all hours of the night.  Have no fear though, I'll only be gone for one night, Friday April 16th.  I will try to return to the scene on Saturday since it's Nick's party.  I will not be answering my phone, e-mail or IM messages.  I just need some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108209792663996521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108209792663996521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108209792663996521' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108199659965610607</id><published>2004-04-14T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T22:39:31.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another night for the booksThinking I go out too much ... if that is even possible.  Yesturday I worked, then headed to Best Buy and bought a few CD's.  Then headed to The Orient in Towson for dinner with Antonio.  Good food.  Then headed back to my place and got ready to go out again.  Met up with Justin and his friend Eli and headed to Club Phoenix for kareoke.  Got pretty drunk there.  Not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108199659965610607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108199659965610607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108199659965610607' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108190379879344662</id><published>2004-04-13T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T20:52:48.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baltimore's newest hoThat is my new title as dubbed by Chris.  Not sure how I'm taking that one yet.--carl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108190379879344662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108190379879344662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108190379879344662' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108173552613020076</id><published>2004-04-11T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:08:14.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>27 Hours and CountingThat is how long I have been awake the last two days.  Woke up on Saturday morning around 11:30 in the morning and slept for like 3 hours this afternoon.  Yes it has been a long two days.So on Saturday I woke up, went to the bank and headed to work.  Nice and slow.  After work, headed home, ate and chatted on the computer.  Seryozha IM'ed me again and we chatted about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108173552613020076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108173552613020076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108173552613020076' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108165157265052207</id><published>2004-04-10T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:48:59.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A good few daysNot sure what has been going on the last few days in the real world because I've been in and out since Wednesday night.  Decided somewhat last minute to hang out with Justin on Wednesday night.  Ended up going to a little place called Phoenix.  Nice place.  Reminded me of a Cheers bar since the bartender knew most of the partons.  Ended up talking with some of the folks there.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108165157265052207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108165157265052207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108165157265052207' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108138578940377908</id><published>2004-04-07T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:59:13.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Productive dayI woke up around 1:30 in the afternoon, did laundry, bought groceries, cleaned up some, made dinner and now here I am.  This has been a good day off!!!--carl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108138578940377908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108138578940377908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108138578940377908' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108130596808114049</id><published>2004-04-06T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:48:51.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThoughtsBeen thinking a lot lately.  With my new found friends here in Towson, my world has definately changed.Don't get me wrong, these are good people.  They mean well. They are smart, caring people who look out for each other.  They are a lot of fun to be around.  It's just that since I've been hanging with them, things have changed in my life.  From Wednesday night until Sunday night, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108130596808114049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108130596808114049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108130596808114049' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108106587040574102</id><published>2004-04-04T04:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T04:07:12.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm kinda drunkWent to Hippo tonight.  Met up with Adam and Antonio and some other random people.  Antonio was late.  Nick was there too.  Met him last Thursday night the first day I met Adam and his circle.  Had a nice time at Hippo.  Still kinda drunk as I write this.So anyway, since I'm drunk and won't edit what I write, I might as well spill my guts here ... well, to an extent.  So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108106587040574102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108106587040574102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108106587040574102' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108097750452588122</id><published>2004-04-03T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T02:34:23.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday morning recapSo the week thus far has been fully ... interesting.  Going out, coming home, going out, sleeping on and off and other odds and ends.Wednesday night I ended up going to visit Justing for a bit.  We headed to Central for a little while.  Went back to his place and chilled with his roommates for a while.  Then decided to crash at his place since it was late.  We talked for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108097750452588122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108097750452588122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108097750452588122' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108071330439953681</id><published>2004-03-31T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T01:11:01.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apadravya PiercingsYes this is not my normal kind of topic and no I don't have one of these.  I'm talking to this guy I know online and he told me he has one.  When I questioned him why he got it, he replied "uhh, cuz it's neat?"  Now this is the only thing I'm seeing when I IM him.  --carl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108071330439953681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108071330439953681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108071330439953681' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108060378438911554</id><published>2004-03-29T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T18:45:39.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the MomentLove -- DevotionFeeling -- EmotionDon't be afraid to be weakDon't be too proud to be strongJust look into your heart my friendThat will be the return of yourselfThe return to innocence.If you want, then start to laughIf you must, then start to cryBe yourself don't hideJust believe in destiny.Don't care what people sayJust follow your own wayDon't give up and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108060378438911554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108060378438911554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108060378438911554' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108052916837263931</id><published>2004-03-28T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T22:02:17.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Have No TitleSince my last writing, a few things have occurred.  On Friday night, Seryozha IM'ed me out of the blue.  We had a bit of a falling out a few months ago and he decided that it would be best not to talk for a while.  I wasn't happy about it, but I had no choice in the matter.  So we hadn't talked for the longest of times.  Then the other night, he messaged me.  We talked for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108052916837263931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108052916837263931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108052916837263931' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108035832775798449</id><published>2004-03-26T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T22:34:40.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a Small F*cking World After AllIt really is. So I'd been talking to this guy online for a while and we finally decided to meet up at Grand Central.  He was going with a bunch of his friends and said that he'd introduce me.  So I get there and finally meet the guy, Adam.  Cute guy.  He introduces me to a few of his friends that are already there.  Then more of his friends come in and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108035832775798449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108035832775798449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108035832775798449' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-108018047317357209</id><published>2004-03-24T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T21:10:23.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The VisitHad a visit from my district manager today.  Now, I might have mentioned her visits before, but they were nothing like those.  Since our Ballston store closed, there are now four stores in Mayland.  This means that when she visits, she spends the whole day at my store instead of her usual few hours.  Now that, my readers, is something that I'm going to have to get used to.  Well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108018047317357209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/108018047317357209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108018047317357209' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107984006605569000</id><published>2004-03-20T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T22:36:52.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Making ContactsFinally beginning to make some contacts here in Towson.  First is a guy who works in the mall.  His name is Adam.  He came into the store to get something for his work.  Then he came in the next day and I helped him fix a frame that was messed up in his store.  Haven't seen him since.  The second guy is someone I met online.  We chatted some here and there.  He's a teacher in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107984006605569000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107984006605569000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107984006605569000' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107957969173858057</id><published>2004-03-17T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T22:17:15.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confidence BoosterGot my hair did today.  And if I must say, I look damn good!!!--carl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107957969173858057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107957969173858057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107957969173858057' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107933168351212629</id><published>2004-03-15T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T01:23:44.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world of mineThese last few days have been decent for me.  Nothing exciting, but still filled with things to keep me busy and keep my mind off the fact that I have no life here in Towson other than work.  Thursday I had an adventure day.  I did laundry, drove around the area in search of what Towson had to offer in terms of shooping options and such.  Found some of the more important </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107933168351212629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107933168351212629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107933168351212629' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107897522470730906</id><published>2004-03-10T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T22:22:41.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pork chops and beerThat was tonight's dinner.  And for the rest of the night, I'm going to be watching the 101 Reasons the 90s Ruled on VH1.  Pretty good so thus far.  --carl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107897522470730906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107897522470730906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107897522470730906' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107863119999342361</id><published>2004-03-06T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T22:48:52.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Love my New PlaceAlthough it isn't all that furnished or decorated yet, I love my new place.  It needs more things as I've said earlier ... like a coffee table, more dishes, an end table or two, some things for the bedroom (mainly a man, j/k ... maybe), an entertainment unit, and the like.  But overall, I'm pretty happy with the way things are looking here.  In other news, oh wait ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107863119999342361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107863119999342361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107863119999342361' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107836525880457292</id><published>2004-03-03T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:56:28.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She Is MineThe apartment that is.  Yes, I've finally gotten my own apartment and have moved in.  Even as I write this, I am watching Smallville, eating boiled chicken with rice and looking at my semi-furnished apartment.  It's great being me.The apartment isn't that large, but since I really don't have much in it right now, it looks pretty big.  I'm thinking what I want to do with the place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107836525880457292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107836525880457292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107836525880457292' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107748467774512098</id><published>2004-02-22T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T16:19:56.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdateIt's been a while since I've written, so here is the quick update as to my ongoings.Since February 3rd, not much has happened.  I've applied to a place to live, but have yet to hear back from them.  I'm planning on calling them tomorrow to find out my status.  Work is getting better.  Many improvements have been made and the place is beginning to look a lot better.  Saw some frineds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107748467774512098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107748467774512098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107748467774512098' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107586392614791631</id><published>2004-02-03T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:07:06.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not so settled in Baltimore/TowsonI am writing this entry from the computer of Brian, one of the guys I am temporarily living with.  Along with his roommates Nate and Scott, I am crashing on their couch until I can find me a place of my own.  I don't mind crashing on their couch for the time being.  It beats driving from Fort Washington to Towson everyday.  To make the update nice and short, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107586392614791631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107586392614791631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586392614791631' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107553188048367524</id><published>2004-01-31T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T01:52:57.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>End of an EraToday was my last day as the Waldorf Prints Plus manager.  Tomorrow will begin my era as the Towson Prints Plus manager.  What a time it has been.I made my goodbyes to most of the people I knew at the mall.  It was a very somber time for me.  I knew that I would see them all again as I would visit my baby there, but I knew that things would be different the next time I walked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107553188048367524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107553188048367524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107553188048367524' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107543583861776314</id><published>2004-01-29T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T23:12:14.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Plead InsaneLike that is some startling revelation to anyone.  I've never claimed to be the sanest person or even the most mentally stable person, but that is by choice, not curse.On Monday, we had a snowstorm here in Maryland and since I had to open the store, I had to head into work.  Going no more than 40 miles per hour, I made it safely.  The day was slow which was good since I took the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107543583861776314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107543583861776314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107543583861776314' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107509064979927545</id><published>2004-01-25T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T23:19:01.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 nights with good friendsThe last two night have ben spent with some good friends.  Friday night an old friend from high school came in and wanted to get together for drinks after I got off work.  I agreed since I didn't have anything planned and thought it would be good for us to catch up seeing as I'm leaving the area this Sat.  So after work, we headed down to Ruby Tuesday's, drank and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107509064979927545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107509064979927545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107509064979927545' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107483036554208642</id><published>2004-01-22T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T23:00:53.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Making an impactI spent two days working in Towson this week and I have already begun to make some changes.  First, I got to fire an employee.  That was rather fun.  Then, with the help of Peter and Raine, we began to fix up some of the orders that were not done for whatever reason.  Cleaning, taking care of the customers and other little things were also done.  I feel good about taking that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107483036554208642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107483036554208642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107483036554208642' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107448149524351662</id><published>2004-01-18T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T22:06:19.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a twink?!?!Was having a talk with Scott from my bowling team and when he asked me what do I classify myself as, I drew a blank.  I hadn't really thought about it much seeing as I can float from classification to classification.  As the talk continued, I asked him what he thought I should classify myself as.  He said that I seem like a twink.  He justified his statement by saying that I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107448149524351662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107448149524351662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107448149524351662' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107422288128946269</id><published>2004-01-15T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T22:16:02.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>January 31stThis is the tentative date that I will be officially taking the Towson store.  Although I have already been there to meet the staff and attend to some things, that is the set date that I will be fully take over that place.  Until then, I have much to do ... need to find a place to stay, get Waldorf in order and take care of some personal matters here.  It's going to be a rough two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107422288128946269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107422288128946269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107422288128946269' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107370454793482360</id><published>2004-01-09T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:17:03.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To all things ... an ending!!!So this was a quote from a comic book ... big deal.  It fits here.  As of the end of January, I will no longer be the manager of the store I'm at now.  Instead, I will be picking up and moving to Baltimore to take the Towson store.  To make the storyline short, the manager at the Towson store has been terminated and they needed someone to take over there.  So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107370454793482360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107370454793482360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107370454793482360' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107336205852888381</id><published>2004-01-05T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T23:08:50.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beginning AnewThe new year has begun and things are already beginning to take shape.  I feel good about this year and can feel the good things coming my way.  I'm already facing a few challenges, but know that I will be able to conquer them all.  To celebrate the new year, it was just a small gethering at a friend's house.  Nothing spectacular, nothing fancy ... just a few friends together to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107336205852888381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107336205852888381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107336205852888381' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107291962550587661</id><published>2003-12-31T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T20:14:52.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ReflectionsThis year has had it's ups and downs for yours truly.  Many things have happened that have caused me joy and much has caused me pain.  As I always do, I dwell more on the pain rather than that joy.  Friends:I have made some new friends this year, kept in touch with many old ones and have lost a few.  In the new friends I made, I am glad that we were able to meet and am glad that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107291962550587661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107291962550587661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107291962550587661' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107275479532775366</id><published>2003-12-29T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T22:27:40.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post Holiday RemarksChristmas has come and gone and I am still standing.  Much has happened since my last posting, but most of it is boring, so I won't go into that.Christmas Eve was spent doing some extremely last minute shopping and working.  After work, headed home to nap for a bit, then off to church at 9 pm.  After church, my cousin and aunt came over for a bit.  After they left, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107275479532775366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107275479532775366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107275479532775366' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107224620482493246</id><published>2003-12-24T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T01:11:03.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One day moreTomorrow ends the holiday season for shopping.  I'm glad.  My feet hurt and I'm tired.  Last night, I work from 11:30 until about 2:15 in the morning.  For those who refuse to do the math, that was over twelve hours.  The only serious break I got was when the store closed and I was putting away the shipment.  I went slow only because I wasn't sure what I was going to put out seeing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107224620482493246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107224620482493246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107224620482493246' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107206611856250361</id><published>2003-12-21T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:09:35.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An updateSo it has been a while since I last updated, but the holidays have been keeping me real busy.  I hate the holidays.Nothing much to report since my last entry.  Working a ton and wanting to kill everyone who comes into my store to buy shit for someone that will make believe that they like it but really hates it.  Oh the life of retail.  It's not all bad though.  Co-workers are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107206611856250361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107206611856250361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107206611856250361' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-10714616550940592</id><published>2003-12-14T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T23:15:05.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time outI'm on a time out as of now due to work killing me and other things.  Will be updating when I can.--carl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/10714616550940592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/10714616550940592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#10714616550940592' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107085328437801551</id><published>2003-12-07T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T22:15:27.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise visit at work Today was a rather good day at work.  Slow at the beginning so I could get stuff done, then busy to keep me busy and make the time fly.  As I was walking out to help out one of my staff, I see a someone I hadn't seen in a long time, Chris.  I met him once through my friend Nate before he moved to Ballston.  We've been in talks of getting together again, but things never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107085328437801551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107085328437801551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107085328437801551' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107068537795717384</id><published>2003-12-05T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T23:36:58.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Addicted I think I'm addicted to misery.  Either by being miserable or causing misery to others.  One way or another, I seem most comfortable with misery lurking somewhere close by.  More often than not, I'm more satisfied being miserable.  I don't know how to be comfortable with happiness.  It's something completely foreign to me.  Also, it seems that a lot of times I seek to be miserable.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107068537795717384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107068537795717384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107068537795717384' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107050886456024487</id><published>2003-12-03T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T22:35:03.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AloneFor some odd reason, I'm feeling more and more alone in this world.  I don't know why that is.  I've tried to figure it all out, but to no avail.  At work, at home, driving ... everywhere I am, I feel alone.  Not just in the physical sense, but in the emotional and mental senses as well.  And here is a stranger thing, even when I am around people, I feel even more alone than normal.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107050886456024487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107050886456024487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107050886456024487' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107025196331333707</id><published>2003-11-30T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T23:13:19.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ReflectionsThursday was Thanksgiving.  Headed over to a friend's house for a bit since it was also his birthday.  Then headed to my cousin's house for the feast.  Ate a lot of food.  Talked, watched LOTR: The Two Towers, played cards, then came home. Friday I headed to Circuit City in the morning to try to pick up some CD's.  Did pretty well for myself seeing as I got 9 of them for like $95.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107025196331333707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107025196331333707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107025196331333707' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-107000227680046325</id><published>2003-11-28T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T01:51:50.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy ThanksgivingThere is much to be thankful this year.  The fact that I have a family that, even though we don't say it outloud, loves me.  The fact that I have friends that I can count on when I need them the most.  The fact that despite the trials and tribulations I've been through, I'm still standing and going strong.  What are you thankful for this year?--carl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107000227680046325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/107000227680046325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107000227680046325' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106964685022431777</id><published>2003-11-23T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T23:07:59.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reminicing About the PastWas thinking a lot about the past today.  More specifically, the people I've had feelings for.  Don't know why I continually do this to myself since I know that the people I've had feelings for don't feel the same way towards me or that there is some obstacle that prevents up from being together. Anyhow, was thinking how I always fall for someone where there is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106964685022431777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106964685022431777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106964685022431777' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106930154719653206</id><published>2003-11-19T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T23:12:52.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Hell down, another in under two weeksToday at work was the visit by the big three ... the district manager, the regional manager and the vice-president of the company.  I'm pretty cool with the DM and the Rm, but this was the first time that I met the VP.  So of course, I was terrified and needed to get my store in order before she arrived.  So for the last three days, I've been in either</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106930154719653206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106930154719653206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106930154719653206' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106904309214387472</id><published>2003-11-16T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T23:25:14.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not the best of timesThis week has not been the best.  Work is getting to me again and my personal life is non-existent.  Well, not totally non-existent, but not really lively either. Earlier this week, I made semi plans to go out with the guy Ryan that I've been talking to online.  We planned on hanging out today.  He had to cancel, which was fine since things come up.  Then randomly, this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106904309214387472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106904309214387472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106904309214387472' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106869636566985047</id><published>2003-11-12T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:06:03.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate the holidaysYes, I know that the holidays are supposed to be filled with joy, caring and happiness.  And that is exactly why I hate the hoidays.  I'm not an overly joyous person.  Nor do I care that much about anything anymore and happiness ... forget it.  I'm the kind of person right now what is more happy when I am miserable.  I'm not sure why that is, but my theory is that because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106869636566985047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106869636566985047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106869636566985047' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106852537639334646</id><published>2003-11-10T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T23:36:13.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend eventsThe weekend was a rather interesting one.  A surprise visit from someone I know from California was here.  My brother stopped in.  And got to hang out with Reggie on Sat night.  All this and a damn cold too.Okay, so sometime on Friday night I find my brother's car parked in front of the house.  I go inside and find out he's here visiting our friend from Cali.  The next morning, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106852537639334646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106852537639334646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106852537639334646' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106808977023238197</id><published>2003-11-05T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T23:38:40.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Questions* First let me say this ... I know sometime ago I posted something about not being shady anymore.  I'm afriad that I may have to be somewhat shady in this post as the person or people involved in the following information may read this or the information may get back to them in some form or fashion.  In advance, I do apologize. *I'm considering making a huge leap sometime soon.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106808977023238197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106808977023238197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106808977023238197' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106791745987206166</id><published>2003-11-03T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T22:44:18.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ClosureLast night, the friend that I pissed off some time ago came online.  I IM'ed him and was surprised that he IM'ed me back.  Haven't heard from him since the incident, so there was definately things that needed to be said.To rewind some, I pissed him off and he kicked me out of the house.  I called a few days later and left a message and didn't hear back.  Then I caught him online a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106791745987206166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106791745987206166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106791745987206166' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106783412050660716</id><published>2003-11-02T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T23:35:18.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That goodness for good peopleThis weekend I attended a party that Sam's friend Suzanne was hosting in Old Town.  It was fun ... from what I can remember.  I don't know exactly what happened or how it happened, but I got totally f*cked up.  And I mean, I blacked out f*cked up.  And that has never happened to me.  So anyway, Sam, Rick and Suzanne all assisted me in my drunken state.  If it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106783412050660716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106783412050660716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106783412050660716' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106740135072219263</id><published>2003-10-28T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T23:22:30.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why does this always happen to me???Why do I always allow myself to fall for someone that I can't have???  Looking back on my track record of people I've liked, there was always something that happened where things never worked out in terms of a relationship.  While thinking about all this, I've also come to the realization that I always allow myself to feel more for someone than I should.  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106740135072219263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106740135072219263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106740135072219263' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106687635180517837</id><published>2003-10-22T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T22:32:31.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange feelingsTalked with Steve again last night.  We resorted back to our old school ways of flirting, which I didn't mind since I knew it wasn't anything to swoon about.  I did feel, however, that it was somewhat different and slightly disturbing.  And that means a lot if I become disturbed over something.  Basically we said some things here and there that made me feel good about myself, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106687635180517837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106687635180517837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106687635180517837' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106670807858244968</id><published>2003-10-20T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T23:47:58.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise phone callAs I went on break today, I turned on my phone and found I had a voicemail that went unchecked for a few hours.  To my surprise, it was from Steve from West Virginia.  He called to wish me a happy birthday.  Now this took my by complete surprise.  A friend was standing near me as I checked my message and I probably turned white as rice.  I never, ever expected such a phone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106670807858244968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106670807858244968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106670807858244968' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106661491478944371</id><published>2003-10-19T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T21:55:14.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breaking the Code (or An Explanation)I named this blog The Enigma Revealed for a reason.  It's so people that don't know me and those who do will be able to better understand me and peer into my life.  A few days ago, last Thursday to be exact, I posted a blog htat I'm sure confused a lot of people.  In short, it talked of my dying and rebirth.  Those who know me may understand the symbolism </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106661491478944371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106661491478944371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106661491478944371' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106654503726060262</id><published>2003-10-19T02:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T02:30:36.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank YouThank you Kelly, Annabel, Diana, Joesph, Chris and Derek.  You have made today memorable and I will never forget this night with you all.  Thank you for being there today.  I really appreciate you all taking the time out of your day to spend it with me.  You all have been and always will be very special people in my life.  I will never forget each and every one of you.--carl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106654503726060262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106654503726060262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106654503726060262' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593726.post-106635945715153019</id><published>2003-10-16T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T22:57:37.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A little over a dayIn a little over a day, I must say my final goodbyes.  I won't be able to talk to everyone that meant something to me, but rest assured, you have always meant something and will always mean something to me.  This may sound strange, but in a little over a day, I'm going to die.  But rest assured, I will live again soon.  Those close to me understand what I mean ... to those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106635945715153019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593726/posts/default/106635945715153019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlacabs.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106635945715153019' title=''/><author><name>PHoENiX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543793686274442597</uri><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></entry></feed>
