<?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-3892882891121311806</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:24:17.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>salt n' pepper.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-5424627356363922521</id><published>2009-04-21T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:41:43.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kittens! inspired by kittens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Se14pZrVuTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nd6e7LCZdB0/s1600-h/Photo+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Se14pZrVuTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nd6e7LCZdB0/s400/Photo+278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327046586911799602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we got a kitten tonight. we ended up naming her Boo.&lt;div&gt;she's real cute, full of energy, and likes to claw me. (just because she doesn't know how to use her claws yet..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yoga in the morning and lots and lots of things to do before friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...pepz wherez ya been gurl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saltz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-5424627356363922521?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/5424627356363922521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/04/kittens-inspired-by-kittens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5424627356363922521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5424627356363922521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/04/kittens-inspired-by-kittens.html' title='kittens! inspired by kittens!'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Se14pZrVuTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nd6e7LCZdB0/s72-c/Photo+278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-7770517107905166938</id><published>2009-04-14T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:10:03.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlist=42221f2d22"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeqpod.com/search"&gt;SeeqPod - Playable Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-7770517107905166938?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/7770517107905166938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/7770517107905166938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/7770517107905166938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-this.html' title='I like this...'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-218918934497679141</id><published>2009-04-14T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:56:45.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm alive, sorry part2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SeRqqnFGPhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HpNHuXk8U4E/s1600-h/Photo+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SeRqqnFGPhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HpNHuXk8U4E/s400/Photo+283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324497939736182290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been a while.. for both pepper and I, sorry. busy, busy college girls we are. I'm up, go figure. I have some really messed up sleeping habits, oh well. Easter was good I went to Chelsea's cousins in scottsdale with her and had way to much chocolate and have been ever since (pictured above I'm a rabbit..?). Which is odd since I hardly ever eat candy.. but what's a girl to do? &lt;div&gt;I have spent my night doing religion homework, buying my mates of state/black kids ticket, watching re-runs of anthony bourdian, watching snoop doggs wake and bake channel on his twitter, reading about horoscopes, and listening to Austin Gibbs music (http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=210113237). Check it out. For some reason he reminds me of Margo and the Nuclear So and So's. Anyways, Friday was interesting in that I had to have the large majority of it told to me. Jell-o shots in plastic easter eggs can really get to a person.. I'd rather leave out all of the embarrassing details. I lost my camera and my mind... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        I started on my final photo project today; gorilla mask, imaginary friends, birthday cakes, and a whole bunch of really cool things. I'm really excited to post it once it's all done! I think it's going to be really cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Tomorrow yoga, more shooting, lil' drinking, and then the st.louis cardinals are playing here against the d-backs... I don't really like baseball but got to support the home team and Puljous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I don't have anything really interesting to say... there's always tomorrow though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starting tomorrow workout routine in motion! time for old ways to come back in a new way my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a good one...night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. saw sunshine cleaning, I give it a C+.. the trailer makes you think it's going to be funnier than it is, just sayin'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-218918934497679141?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/218918934497679141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-alive-sorry-part2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/218918934497679141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/218918934497679141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-alive-sorry-part2.html' title='i&apos;m alive, sorry part2.'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SeRqqnFGPhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HpNHuXk8U4E/s72-c/Photo+283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-699057250117917092</id><published>2009-04-03T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:07:04.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enough is enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SdcF9LpVEhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sEGSZXfglLI/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SdcF9LpVEhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sEGSZXfglLI/s400/Photo+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320728033417826834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my shit together, just like any American. But, for serious. After a series of embarrassing scholastic incidents, apparently my efforts to get my shit together this semester haven't been enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I had been doing so well; no drinking, no dates, no drugs during the week. Doing the homework the day I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm still fucking up. Stupid fuck-up shit, too, like average 19-year-old girl stuff, but still..... I'm writing a new set of rules for myself in the hopes of turning them into habits. Of a highly effective person. Just tryin' to live better, man. I've started to realize that all those things my parents told me to do were not because they wanted to impose their power on me, but, oh, because in the REAL WORLD people have to do these things to survive (I'm such an idiot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm writing these on the blog in order to keep myself in check, and maybe inspire some of y'all to get your shit together, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.no drinking caffeine after noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was pretty tolerant to caffeine, especially after pretty much overdosing on it last semester before my history final. And then there was the Sparks incident, where I drank a Sparks Lite and a half and thought I was going to die. Like, I had to be massaged and cooed Disney songs to because my heart hurt so much. This was worse than the time I accidentally mixed my antihistamine with alcohol. Kind of really embarrassing. And I'm convinced all my caffeine drinking is starting to keep me up so friggin' late. So, no drinking caffeine after noon, just like my mom used to say to me when I was a little 'un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. no computer after 11 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This probably sounds ridiculous, especially because I'm writing this at almost 3 in the morning.  But someone told me some shit about how computers arent a constant source of light, so they flicker, and that keeps your brain awake, and you stay awake, and only get three hours of sleep and sleep through classes and die. I want to finish these two books I borrowed,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nine Stories&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being&lt;/span&gt;...I've been meaning to get back into reading again. It's been a while. Could sure do with some good books. Could sure do with some quaaaality sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SdcG5xZbcRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1QCFP70FIjM/s1600-h/Photo+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SdcG5xZbcRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1QCFP70FIjM/s400/Photo+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320729074343833874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. no drinking alcohol Monday through Thursday during school year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just sort of a "DUH" to me. Save money, save brain cells, save self from embarrassing hangover'd presence in class the next day. There's more to it, though, I've never been a big drinker, but alcoholism runs in my family. And alkies on the real alkie front are not cute. This rule will also apply to drugs, not limited to but including sleeping pills and sleeping syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WAKE UP WHEN THE ALARM GOES OFF YOU SODDING IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-explanatory, I hope, but I'm starting to use two alarms, I'm in the market for a new one. I'm always late to class. I sleep through my f-ing life. FML. This is a big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. take fitness more seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started running again. Although I did not receive the clarity I had hoped for, I did feel pretty damn good after hopping in the shower and stretching. I'm already a very active person, playing with kids and having a long commute. Living in New York means I walk like 2 miles a day and it doesn't faze me, so I have to step it up. Running is what I want. I went for twenty-five minutes and only used my inhaler once. I hope to step it up to an hour and no inhaler. But, BABY STEPS! It feels so good once those endorphins get goin', and there's nothing like fitting into your skinny, skimpy summer clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. schedule every week on Sundays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to do this. Why did I stop? I'm going to do it again. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. call family 2x week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been very disconnected from my family, for some reason. I mean, I currently live 50 miles from a handful of extended family, 1300 from my mother and 3000+ from both my fathers. I should be a good person and call them, right? I don't want to go through life not knowing my family, which is the regret I have whenever I think about my great-Aunt Sally's death and my grandfather, who's 5-year death-a-versary came by on April Fool's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. limit processed foods and dairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to stick to this "whole foods" thing. Whole grain, fruits, white meats, veggies, limited dairy, limited sweets, limited grease...it gets easier every day but having a horrible junk food addiction (like a crackhead, I tell you!) makes it a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a handful of rules, but I'm rilly rilly gonna try to abide by them and get my shit together before summer starts...let us pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-699057250117917092?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/699057250117917092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/04/enough-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/699057250117917092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/699057250117917092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/04/enough-is-enough.html' title='enough is enough'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SdcF9LpVEhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sEGSZXfglLI/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-417209104487380463</id><published>2009-04-03T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:09:51.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he told me if i smoked crack with him he'd love me forever.. he lied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SdbO_PG_btI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DrdE5t4iZz4/s1600-h/Photo+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SdbO_PG_btI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DrdE5t4iZz4/s400/Photo+271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320667595567754962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came about this while doing a research paper in my religion class. We had to choose a religion we hadn't studied about in class so I choose kookie Scientology. Wow, weirdoz. I went to the Scientology main internet website and found these ads they had made kind like the drug.org ones they broadcast on TV just a lot more lame and AWFUL acting.. I ended up watching every single one, some even a few times. I really enjoyed the acid one and watched it over and over again cracking up at the kid who plays the kid who's "addicted" to acid. Also, the one of like the 10 year old who gets addicted to riddalen and dies... each ad ends with THEY LIED. Haha I got a pretty good laugh! Sorry if you don't think they're funny but I bluntly don't give a shit Scientoligest are fucking weird and this is just ONE  of the many examples of why.. oh and Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah's couch.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVORITE !! http://www.scientology.org/#/antidrug_psa7_lovelost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH AND LAUGH AND LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to Phoenix art walk..drinking beer and dark and stormy on the metro on the way there.. Jen, Kelly, Chelsea, and I: we OWN!&lt;br /&gt;laterrrrrr,&lt;br /&gt;saltz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-417209104487380463?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/417209104487380463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-told-me-if-i-smoked-crack-with-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/417209104487380463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/417209104487380463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-told-me-if-i-smoked-crack-with-him.html' title='he told me if i smoked crack with him he&apos;d love me forever.. he lied.'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SdbO_PG_btI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DrdE5t4iZz4/s72-c/Photo+271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-2791877679695813229</id><published>2009-03-31T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:03:02.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is all very strange</title><content type='html'>I always look forward to Spring. Not in the sense that I only look forward to breaking out my espadreilles, skirts and ballet flats, because I do, but also because Spring seems to really be the beginning of the new year. Spring cleaning leads to ridding my life of the negative energy I'd been hiding in my room and in my life. Spring weather and spring sun makes this girl a happy one. I'll walk around wearing my bunny ears forever, I love this season. It means making sure my toes are painted pink at all time and there's a cardigan around my shoulders, but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've compiled the beginning of my spring playlist. Here's my work so farrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;playlist=b6f923fb39"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeqpod.com/search"&gt;SeeqPod - Playable Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-2791877679695813229?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/2791877679695813229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-all-very-strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2791877679695813229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2791877679695813229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-all-very-strange.html' title='this is all very strange'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-8610590805764884654</id><published>2009-03-27T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:34:34.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit I did it again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SczGYKALDHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wEIRyRxB2Gk/s1600-h/Photo+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SczGYKALDHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wEIRyRxB2Gk/s400/Photo+237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317843378321951858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      I'm not an alcoholic I swear. I just like to drink. When you get drunk though do you call/ text ridiculous people? I do. I feel it's the only time I have the guts to tell the majority of them my true feelings. Then I wake up feeling like a big idiot and wondering why I don't have a boyfriend.. haha. Umm.. I'll probably just continue to be the drunken stalker girl who only strikes up outrages conversations under the influence... and you know I don't think I mind... &lt;div&gt;It's the story of my life. I have yet to sleep uhhhh... so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss. salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eye infection 2009 part 12 or some shit.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-8610590805764884654?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/8610590805764884654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/shit-i-did-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/8610590805764884654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/8610590805764884654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/shit-i-did-it-again.html' title='shit I did it again..'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SczGYKALDHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wEIRyRxB2Gk/s72-c/Photo+237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-5836792668957390124</id><published>2009-03-24T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:07:33.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a message from miss pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScmtqUKygQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wCIgUf14nXk/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScmtqUKygQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wCIgUf14nXk/s400/Photo+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316971777567654146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScmpgxOEAPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/s9o-t7Hy3JY/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScmpgxOEAPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/s9o-t7Hy3JY/s400/Photo+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316967215520809202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something to be said about the beauty of a good epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;there's something even more beautiful about letting a few things said to you become one giant epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the other day that I am really in the prime of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I will never be this beautiful, thin, smart, attractive, ambitious or young  in my life again.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I wasting it trying to be this person who wants this "plan" of mine I have in my head to take place right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not just really enjoy my youth?&lt;br /&gt;Go home with grimy dudes. Drink at bars. Skip class to go to Coney Island. Walk to Queens out of boredom. Dance on tables. Kiss your friend when he says he likes you. Don't leave the house 'til midnight. Take cabs to the Lower East Side. Take adderall. Take drugs. Don't take drugs.  Chain smoke. Make out in taxis. Go home with 35-year-old men who don't know you're 19, do whatever it is you so desire to do because, let's face it, when you're in grad school, when you're working a 9-5, when you have kids, you can't do that shit, because you have to be responsible and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I still have to be responsible while I enjoy my youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, health and work are my only restrictions:&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work to make money. I have to turn assignments in on time. I have to go to class. I can't drink or do bad things on school nights. I have to do my homework.  I can't get involved with guys who I know will break my heart and make me bedridden with heartsickness. I can't drink cheap vodka because I'll get a migraine. I can't do shit that will get me arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't behave like a total idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your youth.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the few responsibilities you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your youth responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Scmt6UnQ_aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UPGNnaA7NjQ/s1600-h/Photo+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Scmt6UnQ_aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UPGNnaA7NjQ/s400/Photo+35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972052564999586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-5836792668957390124?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/5836792668957390124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/message-from-miss-pepper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5836792668957390124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5836792668957390124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/message-from-miss-pepper.html' title='a message from miss pepper'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScmtqUKygQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wCIgUf14nXk/s72-c/Photo+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-4346840690877635489</id><published>2009-03-22T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:33:52.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScczutoMzAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mXsXItCWC-o/s1600-h/Photo+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScczutoMzAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mXsXItCWC-o/s400/Photo+242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316274762749365250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made a cheeseburger, had two bags of cheez-it 100 calorie pack snacks and a gatorade. I'm watching the worst movie ever, A Walk in the Clouds with Keanu Reeves.. how the fuck did this dude ever get an acting job? Serousley this is a joke...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gots to go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-4346840690877635489?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/4346840690877635489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4346840690877635489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4346840690877635489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/high.html' title='HIGH !!'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScczutoMzAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mXsXItCWC-o/s72-c/Photo+242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-7625323610157544965</id><published>2009-03-20T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:31:27.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Lyke that you Probably Don't ! (but i'll admit it.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScQTLY2N_aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hqld3gqxMsM/s1600-h/Photo+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScQTLY2N_aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hqld3gqxMsM/s400/Photo+244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315394546573376930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there are things that everyone likes but doesn't like to admit to. For me they're called guilty pleasures. Some don't consider them guilty pleasures for themselves but some do. Maybe it's because of the groups of people I hang out with or because I feel that these few things I consider "guilty pleasures" I should feel guilty for liking for some reason. Anyways I'm coming clean. Time to spill on what I call my guilty pleasures. And understand I'm not embarrassed by saying I like these things but people give me a lot of shit for liking them that's all.. I hope you understand where I'm coming from..&lt;div&gt;- Gossip Girl, I don't care what anybody says I fucking love Gossip Girl and have watched every episode. I get turned on every time Chuck Bass is on screen and I'm sure like many who watch the show religiously like me are annoyed with Chuck and Blair's relationship.. so annoying. Anyways I read pretty much every single book and I FUCKING LOVE GOSSIP GIRL !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Growing up in the Mid-west you grow-up listening to country music. I don't care what the hell you say but if you grew up in Missouri like myself someone in your family loved country and played it all the time or you always had those group of friends who listened to country. If not then I'm wrong, I'll sot-of admit it but whatever. Anyways I like country music. People give me shit for this all the time but I'm sure they'll get over it. Just because I like country music doesn't mean I'm some twat who doesn't know what good music is. Understand because I like country music doesn't mean I like honky tonk hillbilly music. For instance I just bought a Taylor Swift ticket and I'm really excited. Don't like it.. fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Last on the list I can think of right now is March Madness. Yes the basketball tournament that all the d-bag frat dudes fill out brackets for and beat money on. I seriously get more excited for march madness then spring break..okay maybe that's a little overboard but I really really get into it! My entire family does. We have the same beat every year for march madness in my family and this is how it goes... Who ever has the most points at the end of march madness is the ruler of the day. This sounds stupid but if you win it's awesome plus you get to boss your entire family around for an entire day no matter what. This is our third year of doing this and the first year my step-dad won. This resulted in me and my two sister waking up at 8a.m. on a summer day painting all of our outside furniture in 100 degree weather. I was pissed my sisters was pissed and my mother's job was to go get us food and drinks. Wow. Last year my middle sister Karis won. She was the best "queen " of the day. She had my parents take her shopping in Kansas City and I had to stay and babysit my littlest sister Spencer. Big deal. I ended up dropping her off with my dad and I ended up getting drunk the entire weekend they were gone. Good times. If I win this year my slaves will suffer. Go NORTH CAROLINA ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmkay I'm watching the Bad Girls Club so I need to go ... this is intense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saltz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-7625323610157544965?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/7625323610157544965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-lyke-that-you-probably-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/7625323610157544965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/7625323610157544965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-lyke-that-you-probably-dont.html' title='Things I Lyke that you Probably Don&apos;t ! (but i&apos;ll admit it.)'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScQTLY2N_aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hqld3gqxMsM/s72-c/Photo+244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-981067355184570322</id><published>2009-03-18T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:20:44.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg!</title><content type='html'>omg! i'm done! pictures to follow once the room is back in order... i'm looking at 4 gigantic bags and a hamper full of clothes to sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-981067355184570322?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/981067355184570322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/981067355184570322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/981067355184570322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg_18.html' title='omg!'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-4456265321905918888</id><published>2009-03-17T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:39:40.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ST. PATTY'S DAY !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScB5Sf4CneI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aFVXQ_wMqeo/s1600-h/Photo+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScB5Sf4CneI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aFVXQ_wMqeo/s400/Photo+231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314380918998343138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm drunk, on hydros, and irish. What do you expect? I just fell asleep watching a friends marathon with my room mate like 20 minutes ago. I started drinking at 3:00 p.m. today and of course after getting all my shit done! I watched Leprechaun featuring Jennifer Anisten which made me laugh and laugh while I sipped on some woodchuck apple cider beer Mmmm and then got bored while watching Leprechaun II when it came on and ended up going and getting Spinato's pizza.. the BEST in the valley! I feel I sound so bitchy when I say 'valley', but that's what it is so get over it. Then I watched Anthony Bourdian.. is it sad I wish I could bone him? Whatever he's a bad ass and I'm fucked up so I'll just say I'd fuck him, being nothing but honest. I don't have class until 4:30 tomorrow so I think I'll sleep all day. Nothing like being red headed having freckles and celebrating the heritage! Kiss me I'm fucking irish bitches and yes I'm serious, about actually saying that and kissing me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nightsz at 9:30 p.m. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saltz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. sorry pepz about the password change.. drunken timez my friend! lovezzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-4456265321905918888?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/4456265321905918888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4456265321905918888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4456265321905918888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='HAPPY ST. PATTY&apos;S DAY !!'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/ScB5Sf4CneI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aFVXQ_wMqeo/s72-c/Photo+231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-4793988087127915015</id><published>2009-03-17T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:59:35.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEPPER'S GREAT ADVENTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaafwWL2Eoo/ScByb190qAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oQfdqjTEBZI/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaafwWL2Eoo/ScByb190qAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oQfdqjTEBZI/s400/Photo+19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314373382965602306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaafwWL2Eoo/ScByStPZuDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LB9pYUViKBw/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaafwWL2Eoo/ScByStPZuDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LB9pYUViKBw/s400/Photo+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314373226004592690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the messiest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;i have class at 9:30 and i'm cleaning my room. what?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm liveblogging it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:30 PM &lt;/span&gt;sudden urge comes on to clean room. and rearrange everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:13 PM&lt;/span&gt; have moved most furniture out of room, back in and now i have a whole new room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:32 PM&lt;/span&gt; have put all my clothes in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:46 PM&lt;/span&gt; all clothes are in hampers, bags, and garbage bags. holy god. i own so many clothes that i don't even wear. what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:06 AM&lt;/span&gt; smoking a rolled cigarette and listening to miley cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:20 AM&lt;/span&gt; all shoes under bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:42 AM &lt;/span&gt;still throwing out stuff i don't want. i just found my TAP application, my new insurance card, and oh, yeah, a ton of change. ka-ching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:16 AM&lt;/span&gt; I have to be awake and alive for a 9:30 editing class. This is gonna be a 2-parter. I'm calling into to work tomorrow to study and complete this mess. &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:10 PM just got back from class. with the help of some, ahem, friends, i am eradicating my room of garbage. apartment still looks like a hurricane hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:32 PM  &lt;/span&gt;bodega break! gots some arizona half n half (tea and lemonade...yesss) and diet coke.... let's do this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:44 PM &lt;/span&gt;fixing my desk and bookshelf and positively blasting Dead Kennedys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:16 PM&lt;/span&gt; desk now dust-free. I'm typing at my desk for the first time in like, months. not a lie or exaggeration at all. blasting lil wayne with the window open in my rooommmm, so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:48 PM&lt;/span&gt; i now have a dressing area! i got rid of all the graffiti on my chalkboard (negative energy, its real, man!) and now i'm cleaning my hepa filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:56 PM &lt;/span&gt;omg! i have a hepa filter! and how the hell did i manage to accumulate soooo many shoes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:44 PM  &lt;/span&gt;almost done!!!! just gotta make the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:54 PM&lt;/span&gt; totally done with my room. Bed made, desk cleaned. now just gotta clean the living room...which means putting shit back in my room. oye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:59 PM &lt;/span&gt;done. doing dishes. i also just got hot sauce in my eye fml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-4793988087127915015?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/4793988087127915015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-cleaning-my-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4793988087127915015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4793988087127915015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-cleaning-my-room.html' title='PEPPER&apos;S GREAT ADVENTURE'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaafwWL2Eoo/ScByb190qAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oQfdqjTEBZI/s72-c/Photo+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-4943270020458251949</id><published>2009-03-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:42:52.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO I'VE BEEN DEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sb28WiD7iqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EPFtjDQNTzQ/s1600-h/Photo+18-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sb28WiD7iqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EPFtjDQNTzQ/s400/Photo+18-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313610230653487778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or rather, sick. A cough that sounds like the black plague, a fever, unintentional robotripping, I've gone through 3 boxes of tissues and a bag of cough drops, a bottle of nyquil, a bottle of dayquil and a bottle of robitussin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm alive! So get ready for a barrage of posts!&lt;br /&gt;miss pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-4943270020458251949?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/4943270020458251949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-ive-been-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4943270020458251949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4943270020458251949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-ive-been-dead.html' title='HELLO I&apos;VE BEEN DEAD'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sb28WiD7iqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EPFtjDQNTzQ/s72-c/Photo+18-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-415197447425769222</id><published>2009-03-10T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:11:49.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORGOT TO MENTION !!</title><content type='html'>BITCHES DAT EYE INFECTION IS GONE !! &lt;div&gt;NO MORE GLASSES !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YIPPY !!!!!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saltz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-415197447425769222?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/415197447425769222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgot-to-mention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/415197447425769222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/415197447425769222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgot-to-mention.html' title='FORGOT TO MENTION !!'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-1691917116157592795</id><published>2009-03-10T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:04:35.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbY6otirmNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nCrXu2Vgl-s/s1600-h/IMG_8938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbY6otirmNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nCrXu2Vgl-s/s400/IMG_8938.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311497281624316114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbY6Zuei5nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Wv-6N2VGrMc/s1600-h/33u4k6v.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbY6Zuei5nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Wv-6N2VGrMc/s400/33u4k6v.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311497024177366642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbY2smzaeEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JpAfbcgHAvY/s1600-h/IMG_7872.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbY2smzaeEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JpAfbcgHAvY/s400/IMG_7872.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311492950488414274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbY2jfjfl4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HT9N0XMVSC8/s1600-h/IMG_7932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbY2jfjfl4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HT9N0XMVSC8/s400/IMG_7932.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311492793923770242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately I have had an obsession with model Tallulah Morton and Erin Wasson. Weird obsession yes, but whatever. Tallulah is 18 and is usually found hanging out with Mark Hunter "the Cobra Snake". I absolutely love her style and have watched a few interviews with her and she seems full of energy and really fun. I sound like a creep..get over it. She's from Australia and was discovered when she was 11 then started modeling at at age 13. I think she's pretty fucking awesome and would pretty much like to be her friend in real life in a non-creepy way. (last two pictures above.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Erin Wasson is like 27 but seriously looks like she's 23, I want her aging tips. Anyways she's pretty much a hard ass and skates, surfs, snowboards, smokes marlboro reds, and calls Alexander Wang her bff. She already has a jewelry line out which she collaborated with Alexander Wang called LowLuv and is getting ready to come out with a collection with RVCA called ERIN WASSON X RVCA, it's a real edgy, fashionable line. One shirt in particular I want reads, "If you ain't a cowboy, you ain't shit !" growing up in Texas I'm sure Erin knows all about cowboys. (first two pictures above.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty much I like both of these girls styles and think their pretty bad ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's be friends Tallulah &amp;amp; Erin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave in 3 hours for Detroit/Canada ... talk to you in a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saltzy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picture source: thecobrasnake, kenneth cappello, and facehunter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-1691917116157592795?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/1691917116157592795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/obsessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1691917116157592795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1691917116157592795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/obsessions.html' title='obsessions.'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbY6otirmNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nCrXu2Vgl-s/s72-c/IMG_8938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-335426151327687695</id><published>2009-03-09T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T05:51:51.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive, sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbUQisaa4xI/AAAAAAAAAII/xW683wuBvgI/s1600-h/casino22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbUQisaa4xI/AAAAAAAAAII/xW683wuBvgI/s400/casino22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311169523776938770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yo Yo ! So I suck and have been busy. Sorry to leave ya hanging. But Thursday was the start of spring break, yippy! I have been laying around the last couple of days watching tv and movies and waiting for Tuesday! I'm going to visit my bestest friend Lisa in Detroit. It's going to be pretty much of the chain. She lives like 2 hours away from Canada so we're going to go up there and drink, party, and gamble. You know cool stuff like that. Maybe I'll come back a millionaire from playing 21, that would rule. The first thing I'd buy would be a personal masseuse I think that would be a great investment. Moving on ... tonight I went and saw Revolutionary Road. It was okay. Kate Winslet was fucking phenomenal but there's something about Leonardp DiCaprio that drives me crazy. He's annoying. I can't sleep. I have ANOTHER eye appointment in 2 hours. I don't think I'll go to sleep. Sorry this is going nowhere. This post sucks. I'll write something better tomorrow. Good night or I guess good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saltalicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-335426151327687695?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/335426151327687695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-alive-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/335426151327687695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/335426151327687695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-alive-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m alive, sorry.'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SbUQisaa4xI/AAAAAAAAAII/xW683wuBvgI/s72-c/casino22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-1980071919575331507</id><published>2009-03-04T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:02:34.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sa9pULuOrII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Nd4Z4rgQrrg/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sa9pULuOrII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Nd4Z4rgQrrg/s400/Photo+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309578281158093954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, listen. I'm getting fed up with this. I realize that blogging when I should be writing a paper is not a good idea, time-management wise, but listen: I don't need your fucking sass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own methods when it comes to paper-writing. If it's a paper over 5 pages, I'll spend weeks and weeks researching it with notecards, whole bit. But if its &gt;5, I spend a weekend thinking about the subject, then outline it and write it in one night. Yes, I lose a night of sleep. But I also usually get high grades on my papers, higher than most people who actually spend too much time on theirs. I won't lie: I'm an excellent writer, and I know it. Once I have a thesis, a theme and a title I'll get a 5 page paper done in 90 minutes, no sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this paper, I started watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Killer's Kiss&lt;/span&gt; last week. I have watched it now four times. I took notes every time. I chose a topic I know a lot about and I knew was easy to do. I outlined it on the train on Friday and I detailed my main points on train today. Now, I am making those main points into paragraphs in my paper. Yes, the paper is due at 6:30 PM tomorrow.  Yes, I have a doctor's appointment at 1:30 PM and I have class at 11.  But it will be done, and it will be solid-fucking-gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the love of GOD, people who keep telling me I'm procrastinating, that I shouldn't stay up so late, blah blah blah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK OFF&lt;/span&gt;. I have my own study methods. I buy a lot of caffeine, eat a lot of protein and do writing marathons, with shower, nap and dance breaks. I do it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES,  I write better essays than you could ever hope to.  I got a fucking perfect score on my essay on the SAT. Time is not a problem. What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a problem, however, is you annoying the shit out of me and calling me lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now watch me set the curve on this essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Salt, I am sending you imaginary buckets of ice cream and doritos right now because I totally feeeeellll you girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-1980071919575331507?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/1980071919575331507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1980071919575331507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1980071919575331507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/rant.html' title='RANT'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sa9pULuOrII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Nd4Z4rgQrrg/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-4807942426254429668</id><published>2009-03-04T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:32:36.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://realityslap.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/rihanna-chris-brown-snuggling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://realityslap.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/rihanna-chris-brown-snuggling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;the new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mstrismusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/bobby-and-whitney21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 293px;" src="http://www.mstrismusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/bobby-and-whitney21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dude am I wrong here? I think not. Bravo better pick up RiRi and CB for a reality show. Wonder who will start hittin' the pipe first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-4807942426254429668?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/4807942426254429668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4807942426254429668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4807942426254429668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-8769195164614904075</id><published>2009-03-03T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:35:20.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell like developer and I'm crying. (this is a rant, FYI)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sa5IX0VYmDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mA_V6vc8QP8/s1600-h/Photo+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sa5IX0VYmDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mA_V6vc8QP8/s400/Photo+227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309260584738920498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate when you have shitty days. Mine for instance was.  I'm sure it could've been a lot worse and things could have gone a lot more wrong but it was still bad. I started my day by making my 4th trip to the eye doctor in the last 4 weeks. Thinking I would be getting fit for my new contacts and getting new lens put in these sweet frames I found. Sadly instead I found out my eye infection STILL has not went away! Like what the fuck is growing in my eye? So after finding out I would have to wear my glasses another week I was pissed, yet didn't mind since I had found these sweet glasses I wanted to get my prescription in. Come to find out I can't get my prescription filled in these bomb glasses because the frames are glued in! Like what the fuck?! So after getting back to back bad news I leave the eye doctor with new eye drops and a prescription for another kind of eye drop. After taking the wrong exit the way home it took me an extra 20 minutes, ya no big deal but this is my shitty day so I'll say whatever I want. After arriving back in Tempe I go to CVS to have my prescription filled and this large mexican women with drawn on eye brows, long acrylic gold nails, and a nameplate necklace with the name Maria was a totally bitch to me. My parents had given me their credit card to pay for the eye drops but Maria rudely let me know they don't take other peoples credit cards who aren't there in person. Uh, okay whatever I'm paying you for my eye drops, not ripping you off you bitch. So I paid with my debit card and got an over draft free. So when I get home I realize that the prescription they gave me which cost $70 bucks was the same exact kind they had given me 2 weeks ago for FREE and still had left! Just my luck. Okay shitty day almost over.. Tomorrow I have photo and we are to have four prints due. I have like six done but none have anything to do with movement which they're suppose to be. So dark room "opened" at 7:40 tonight or was suppose to. I get there at like 7:20 and it is jammed pack! I guess the class before the dark room hours stayed in there and let some of the other people waiting for open hours in. The result of this left me sitting on a table for 2 hours with my name on a list of 18 ( I was #10, woot woot!)  waiting for a machine to open so I could print, SOO annoying. After sitting for 2 hours I decided I might as well develop two rolls of film since in the 2 hours of waiting one person had went in on the list. I develop my 2 rolls of film NONE of them come out! Like seriously karma what have I done to deserve this? Come back out of the developing room somebody has marked my name off the list and they have skipped me!! I freak out and am like no one even called my name! So this nice older dude in my class lets me jump in front of him. Get to the projector to print and the film holder I get is full film so every time I print the lines on the film are on the photo, glorious. I ask around to see if I can borrow someone else's no one is being nice. I get to spend maybe 45 minutes in the dark room and get kicked out for closing hours. I got three prints printed and none the quality I wanted. On the bike ride home call my mother because I haven't talked to her all day and I am sad and upset. She doesn't help because she just got out of a meeting and is a total bitch. I hang-up start crying, watch Dead Like Me. Get a voicemail from the camera place, my camera has been acting up...well I guess the film taker fucking melted inside my camera and they have to take the whole thing apart, that my friends is another $160 out of my pocket. So today has been shitty. Everybody has them and I felt like sharing mine. Above is how cute I would have looked with my bad ass glasses if only the lens would have came out..but maybe I'll keep them and wear them as fakes, at this point I don't care. All I know is I'm going to be putting eye drops in my eye ever 15 minutes because I will not spend all spring break in Canada in glasses. Sorry nothing against glasses but I just won't or I might just go blind by breaking all the rules if this infection isn't gone! gahhh, I took more cough syrup which means bed and I'm not waking up until 10:30, and that's a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's to another shitty day in the books !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; saltsy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-8769195164614904075?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/8769195164614904075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-smell-like-developer-and-im-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/8769195164614904075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/8769195164614904075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-smell-like-developer-and-im-crying.html' title='I smell like developer and I&apos;m crying. (this is a rant, FYI)'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sa5IX0VYmDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mA_V6vc8QP8/s72-c/Photo+227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-937435459052784585</id><published>2009-03-02T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:40:25.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sa5MfZOTCNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oYeOKu-mszU/s1600-h/2376772101_fcd7c32f38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sa5MfZOTCNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oYeOKu-mszU/s400/2376772101_fcd7c32f38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309265112946903250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SazhF0m_5OI/AAAAAAAAAHY/t8GWcW0jQyA/s1600-h/140785732_1477233919_o.gif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mmm now I want some Imo's and crab rangoon ! But Peps I know exactly what your talking about! You'd think here in Arizona there'd be killer places to eat but no. We have no Panera, no Jimmy Johns, no good chinese food, no Andy's frozen custard and no one here knows how to make a good skinny white mocha. I feel like a crazy when I have to choose somewhere to eat. There is nothing that ever sounds good and I end up settling for something I don't even want. I mean I live in one of the hottest places in the United States and we don't have an Andy's frozen custard. The only ice cream place we have is fucking nasty ass stone cold, ew. I'd rather not eat ice cream then eat theirs. Sorry I think it's disgusting. And coffee wise it's just sad. I bet I have tried every coffee house at least three times. No one knows how to make a drink, it's depressing and I hate Starbucks so that ain't gonna cut it. Maybe it's because the Mud house has spoiled me..Peps back me up. What I'm getting at it I feel your food pain. When I go home now I make sure I hit all of my favorite places which ends in me gaining about 10 pounds each time I go home but, whatever I miss Missouri food and I'm not afraid to admit it. Ah I can just hear Modest Mouse playing on the mudhouse speakers now drinking a delicious white mocha and gossiping about the next group of emo "straight edgers" walking in to go do lines in the bathroom..how I miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;robitussin ..going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;salts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ps. peps, you and me mudlounge one of these days for drinkz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-937435459052784585?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/937435459052784585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/937435459052784585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/937435459052784585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-ya.html' title='I feel ya!'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/Sa5MfZOTCNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oYeOKu-mszU/s72-c/2376772101_fcd7c32f38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-2482446204297368478</id><published>2009-03-02T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:13:09.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is Manhattan! You can get anything you want here."</title><content type='html'>Whoever said that is full of shit. I constantly crave five Midwestern-Southern staples that are damn near impossible to get here in NYC. Here's a list of food I want all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;St Louis Style Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6b/Imos_Pizza_in_the_box_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 190px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6b/Imos_Pizza_in_the_box_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cracker crust. The ooey-gooey cheese. The sweet sauce. I dream about Imo's Pizza constantly. Whenever I tell a native New Yorker about St Louis style pizza, they usually gag and tell me I'm crazy. Yes, I get it. I live in like, the world pizza capital. And sure, it's delicious. But part of me just misses those party-cut pizzas....You can buy half-baked Imo's pizzas online for $43 a pie or something. I might just have to choke up the money. That, or return to Springfield and stuff myself silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; Authentic, Southern-Style Sweet Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to that bullshit that Mickey D's sweet tea is "close" to authentic. That's complete and utter cra&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://micahmcmillan.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/sweet-tea-pitcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 188px;" src="http://micahmcmillan.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/sweet-tea-pitcher.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p. I worked at an will-go-unmentioned restaurant last summer, and the manager was from Alabama. Anyways, he made AUTHENTIC sweet tea, which has an entire bag of sugar per two gallons and is brewed so long it looks black. This I can find nowhere in NYC. Nowhere, because Yankees think it is too sweet. Hello, Southern food is usually a vessel for people to eat A.) pure fat, like butter [e.g. biscuits] B.) salt [ham, grits, etc] or C.) sugar [aforementioned sweet tea!]. Now, I realize that I have yet to hit up the comfort food places in Harlem and Bed-Stuy, but still. I think about that sweet tea allll the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Crab Rangoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewokonline.com/images/crab%20rangoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 144px;" src="http://www.thewokonline.com/images/crab%20rangoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep-fried, sweet cream cheese. Duck sauce. That's all I want. I ordered crab rangoon from this place around the way from me. It actually had crab in it. The horrors! It was sooo salty, too. I want my hick-style crab rangoon, stat. I hear there's a place on the Upper West Side that sells it as well but I bet it won't be like Canton Inn's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chicagoist.com/attachments/chicagoist_chuck/2006_11_gravy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 210px;" src="http://chicagoist.com/attachments/chicagoist_chuck/2006_11_gravy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biscuits and Gravy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serrrrriiiiously. You'd think I could get that shit here, since it's so simple. Nope. Not really. Not the fluffy, butter-soaked biscuits with salty, feel-the-fat on your tongue sausage white gravy that makes you feel like you should diet after the first bite. That is what I want. I will not settle til I get that. Oh man. I think I just gained 5 pounds blogging about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Velveeta Cheese Dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.expatsinitaly.com/blog/barb/uploaded_images/ChiliCheeseDip-756208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.expatsinitaly.com/blog/barb/uploaded_images/ChiliCheeseDip-756208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom would kill me if she knew I was writing this. And I know I could very well make this dip myself, but I can't bring myself to buy Velveeta. Do you know what that shit is? It's not even REAL cheese, it's cheese PRODUCT. Anyways, I remember I used to go to this girl's house in middle school sometimes and her mom would always make it. And I'd eat soooo much of it, because, well, it was fatty, salty and my fresh fruit-and-veggie loving mother would never approve of it (much like the rest of this list). Damn, I gotta hold my head up HIGH. I have no shame. I like gross food. Like this superbowl treat, Hormel and Velveeta. Hell yeah. This dip is like the trademark of Midwestern/Southern women, who are not really known for their cooking skills. Except for Paula Deen. I love that bitch. Yeah, so I might succumb one day to this craving and actually make it...but for now, I will daydream of being 11 years old and stuffing my face with this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom will hang her head in shame for this post. I mean, after all, the woman worked hard to make me an educated foodie, with preferences for fresh fruit, vegetables and low-fat foods. But you can't keep me down from my fatty, sugary, salty foods. I am going to die of a heart attack and diabetes by age 21. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-miss fatties mcpepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-2482446204297368478?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/2482446204297368478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoever-said-that-is-full-of-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2482446204297368478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2482446204297368478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoever-said-that-is-full-of-shit.html' title='&quot;This is Manhattan! You can get anything you want here.&quot;'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-1851214998306122216</id><published>2009-03-02T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:55:13.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>food porn food porn food porn</title><content type='html'>I bake so much. I cook soooo much food. It's an addiction, for real. I'm a good chef and pastry artist at that- I just polished off some Israeli couscous and there's a plate of spicy snickerdoodles. I dream of rolling pins and the perfect chocolate chip cookie. I look forward to every meal I cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say I like food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I literally bust a nut when I found &lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;THIS IS WHY YOU'RE FAT DOT COM&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I want everything on this website. This is the dirtiest, raunchiest food porn out there, and I have NO SHAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://6.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jravm1gHthBteQ8o1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 387px;" src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jravm1gHthBteQ8o1_r1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://17.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jr3jogolrlgjZv2o1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jr3jogolrlgjZv2o1_r1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://21.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jy2mawf3l60wNCio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 383px;" src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jy2mawf3l60wNCio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://6.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19k2duqicZqj25lgho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19k2duqicZqj25lgho1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://6.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19k0yw3zrp9meR8lNo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19k0yw3zrp9meR8lNo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This is a McNuggetini. yes salt, it has alcohol which is why I posted it for your drunk ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jgvwbebIYEkoqgao1_r2_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 527px;" src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jgvwbebIYEkoqgao1_r2_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jfx6abqg3oFpEV9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jfx6abqg3oFpEV9o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks so good that my food baby has a food boner. Oh man, I'm gonna go try to find one of those Krispy Kreme cheeseburgers...now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-1851214998306122216?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/1851214998306122216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-porn-food-porn-food-porn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1851214998306122216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1851214998306122216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-porn-food-porn-food-porn.html' title='food porn food porn food porn'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-963068401257810877</id><published>2009-03-02T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:37:41.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry i'm such as asshole</title><content type='html'>Holy God, have I been busy, or have I been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy. &lt;/span&gt;Midterms are slowly approaching and I am slowly dying. I have a paper due in two of my classes. Philosophy and Kubrick. Know what the Kubrick one is about? Masculine hegemony. How many times have I used masculine hegemony as a paper subject? Like seriously, every paper I have ever written at Brooklyn College is about how men are dominant in the creative world and patriarchy sucks and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there will not be much heard from me this week. Salt, back me up, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololololovezzz&lt;br /&gt;miss Pepz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-963068401257810877?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/963068401257810877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sorry-im-such-as-asshole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/963068401257810877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/963068401257810877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sorry-im-such-as-asshole.html' title='i&apos;m sorry i&apos;m such as asshole'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-1878847709584275215</id><published>2009-03-01T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:58:24.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey's are asshole.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SatvwQIntSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JTNW7qtfx5o/s1600-h/angry-monkey-739979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SatvwQIntSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JTNW7qtfx5o/s400/angry-monkey-739979.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308459460541789474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I'm intoxicated hard core and watching Mark and Olly on the travel channel and it's freaking me out. Their trying to nurse this baby monkey back to health which is cute and all but they have to hold onto the monkey while they're sleep and it's making all of these freaky sounds because it misses it's mom and dad since it's parents died. They said that the monkey parents died of a disease but I personally think the tribe ate them. I had this awful experience with a monkey once..I'll tell you the story. So one of my mom's good friends Brian use to babysit his friends monkey. Don't ask me the name I don't know, it should be lil' bitch though because one day he brought the monkey into my mom's store and I was petting it being all nice saying how adorable it was when the mother fucker grabbed a HUGE chunk of my hair and would not let go! I was screaming and Brian was trying to get lil' bitch to let go but he wouldn't and it was awful. I was 12 and cried a lot. I'm tender headed, it hurt. Since then monkey's and I haven't been the same, all thanks to lil' bitch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Anyways.. I'm waiting for the Girls Next Door Season finale to come on.. ya, I like it so sue me.  Thank god for wine tasting's. May I suggest to try raspberry woodchuck cider beer? It's fucking awesome !! I had like seven cups and the guy serving it thought I was an alcoholic for sure! Sorry this is totally off subject from monkey's but totally worth talking about. I went to the Taste of Tempe tonight bad ass! $15 for all the booze you can drink and samples of amazing food from all over Tempe. I drank a lot, a lot a lot. Wine, beer, more wine it was great. I had this phenomenal pizza I had like 4 slices of Mmm sooo good! and also had these amazing vegetarian buffalo wings from a place called Green I will defiantly be visiting both! It was a great day.  Starting by sneaking into the Buttes Resort to use their pool because it wasn't occupied by annoying frat dudes and sorority chick's like ours and then ending by a drunken ride to CVS for water, cheez its, and a special something for Chelsea.. haha.  Okay my apartment is a mess and my eyes are getting heavier. I'm going to watch Glass House then go to bed. Oh I watched Practical Magic earlier.. I always wanted to be a witch when I was little by watching that and Craft. I think I still want to be a witch, that'd be bomb. I'm sunburnt, peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; kisses, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; sweet&amp;amp;salty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-1878847709584275215?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/1878847709584275215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/monkeys-are-asshole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1878847709584275215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1878847709584275215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/03/monkeys-are-asshole.html' title='Monkey&apos;s are asshole.'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SatvwQIntSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JTNW7qtfx5o/s72-c/angry-monkey-739979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-65762629650906207</id><published>2009-02-27T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:21:20.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday night spent in the bath..</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in the bath tub sweating out all of the sickness. My roommate has been coughing EVERYWHERE so I'm trying to prevent getting her illness. The last two days I have taken a very large amount of vitamin C..maybe enough to even over dose on. I have also been drinking large amounts of fluids and sleeping a lot. I will be damned if I get sick for spring break which starts next Friday. I'm going to Canada and I will be on the prowl of cute breaded dudes and where better to look than Canada where it's freezing! Also, I don't mind that I'm not going to Mexico like 98% of the rest of people because I don't really feel like getting kidnapped and being a sex slave for a bunch of mexicans. Plus me in a swim suit might scare everyone off. Okay I'm sweating and feeling a little light headed. Time to drink more fluids, take my religion test, and then jump in the bath again. God, what a great friday night! I will be blogging later, trust me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pruny salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-65762629650906207?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/65762629650906207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-friday-night-spent-in-bath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/65762629650906207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/65762629650906207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-friday-night-spent-in-bath.html' title='My Friday night spent in the bath..'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-3376690873256928744</id><published>2009-02-26T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:10:24.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kryptonite: week 1</title><content type='html'>Contrary to popular belief, I am not a superhero. Although 9 out of 10 kindergartners perceive me to be Super Girl, I have my weaknesses. So, I have decided to divulge said kryptonite to you, dear reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally can't get enough of the &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/news/nypdblotter/nypdblotter.htm"&gt;NYPD Daily Crime Blotter&lt;/a&gt;. Oh man! It's so good.  The story up today is about how this duo of gangsters mugged a couple in their thirty-somethings. Alright, sounds like a typical Flatbush story, but it gets better:  one of the guys was named Short Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short Man. Oh, hell yeah. But nothing compares to the story of &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/03162007/news/nypdblotter/nypdblotter.htm"&gt;Licorish&lt;/a&gt;. I've never been to Jamaica, Queens, and I never intend to, but if I ever do...oh my God, I really hope I meet Licorish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Now you know one of my MANY weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go rescue a puppy out of a tree, or something now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuperPepz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-3376690873256928744?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/3376690873256928744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/kryptonite-week-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/3376690873256928744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/3376690873256928744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/kryptonite-week-1.html' title='kryptonite: week 1'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-5759105038635970713</id><published>2009-02-24T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:29:34.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry I just don't like you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaR-ghQXeVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GqEx3WMhBZA/s1600-h/evan-rachel-wood-and-dita-von-teese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaR-ghQXeVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GqEx3WMhBZA/s400/evan-rachel-wood-and-dita-von-teese.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306505358097217874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       We all have those stars that when you see them on tv or in a movie or in a interview you just want to strangle...well I do anyways.  Their just annoying and you feel if you saw them in real life you'd probably go up to their face and tell them how annoying they are. The star that does it for me is Evan Rachel Wood. Okay so she's been in movies like Running with Scissors, Across the Universe, and The Wrestler. Big whoop. She's fucking obnoxious. And if you ask me I don't think she's that great. She's 21 and was dating Marilyn Manson who is 40, she is awesome. A.) who the hell would find Marilyn Manson attractive B.) ew and C.) Dita Von Teese wannabe much? I can't stand here. Don't believe me check it out yo. Sorry Evan Rachel you ain't no Dita Von Teese! After breaking up with Marilyn rumor was she was dating Mickey Rourke. The only thing I can think of is she is some-what retarded or blind. I guess she couldn't go very long without a man to share her lipstick with though... at the Vanity Fair Oscar party she was with Manson again and the two are together again. Well enjoy wearing black dear and banging a 40 year old that isn't anywhere near attractive. What am I saying, do whatever I don't really like you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss. salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-5759105038635970713?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/5759105038635970713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-i-just-dont-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5759105038635970713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5759105038635970713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-i-just-dont-like-you.html' title='sorry I just don&apos;t like you...'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaR-ghQXeVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GqEx3WMhBZA/s72-c/evan-rachel-wood-and-dita-von-teese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-267007201889551634</id><published>2009-02-24T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:25:57.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to look like a million bucks when your ankle is sprained</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO69VtnbMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Aci5PPJRCpA/s1600-h/crutches4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO69VtnbMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Aci5PPJRCpA/s400/crutches4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306290348935834818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO64mLQTkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/udnuEezSEQw/s1600-h/crutches3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO64mLQTkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/udnuEezSEQw/s400/crutches3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306290267455770178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO6r_KlhrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/v-9hP2F4ueQ/s1600-h/crutches2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO6r_KlhrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/v-9hP2F4ueQ/s400/crutches2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306290050825553586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO6n6zAC8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qi43krFI1os/s1600-h/crutches1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO6n6zAC8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qi43krFI1os/s400/crutches1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306289980933409730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all photos by Frank J. Baran taken at Brooklyn College 2/19/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-miss pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-267007201889551634?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/267007201889551634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-look-like-million-bucks-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/267007201889551634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/267007201889551634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-look-like-million-bucks-when.html' title='how to look like a million bucks when your ankle is sprained'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO69VtnbMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Aci5PPJRCpA/s72-c/crutches4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-4780077929786511050</id><published>2009-02-24T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:23:19.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>video of the minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qWLuqly6uCQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qWLuqly6uCQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pepper's new obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps the song is so good for public transit. going over the east river? this song. walking to the end of the platform? this song. lazing about?  this version of same song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-qJu20do0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-qJu20do0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-4780077929786511050?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/4780077929786511050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/video-of-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4780077929786511050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4780077929786511050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/video-of-minute.html' title='video of the minute'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-1236063899669837671</id><published>2009-02-24T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:42:12.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinating is my hobby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO8Lr9rLnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iP0g7gsKwuc/s1600-h/Photo+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO8Lr9rLnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iP0g7gsKwuc/s400/Photo+230.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306291694938566258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YO! it's 2:10 a.m here and I have an art history test tomorrow at 12 ! What time did I sit down to start studying? 9:00, right after Heros. Since then I've done everything BUT study! So what have I done since then you ask? Went to Starbucks to get some studying fuel, was closed so I bought chocolate instead at a near by gas station. Decided I still needed coffee so stopped at a local coffee place called Ejoy. Took movies back to Blockbuster for Chelsea. Updated my Twitter 100 times. Thought Taco Bell sounded good got a crunch wrap supreme and sat in a liquor store parking lot with Chelsea talking about the weekend and feeling like I was going to vomit for an hour. Came back to the apartment almost threw-up again but ate the rest of my crunch wrap supreme instead. Sat on twitter even more and now for the last hour/two hours have been making stupid but funny facebook videos for people. I dressed up as Ja Rule for one, I am a hard ass. I've decided I'm not going to yoga in the morning instead I'm going to study probably a bad call but I suck at life and at studying. Therefore non of the shit I put in my body will be going away until Thursday when I have yoga again. Also, I think one of my bike tires are flat. fuckkk. Oh and to add to the list I just made this blog. Maybe I'll start studying.. now!?&lt;div&gt;Ugg, and maybe I'll throw-up too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;me as="" rule=""&gt; (picture of me as Ja. Rule above, obviously.) &lt;/me&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saltz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-1236063899669837671?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/1236063899669837671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/procrastinating-is-my-hobby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1236063899669837671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1236063899669837671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/procrastinating-is-my-hobby.html' title='procrastinating is my hobby.'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaO8Lr9rLnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iP0g7gsKwuc/s72-c/Photo+230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-2709630518655132096</id><published>2009-02-23T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:42:34.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepper's Perfect Weekends: First Edition</title><content type='html'>Man, sorry, guys. I've been off and on my grind. But I had a really awesome weekend. I always do, yo. So let's recap.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/realitytv/1/5/h/C/keenyahshoots1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 293px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/realitytv/1/5/h/C/keenyahshoots1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, my roommate and I were on The List at Kanye's new club, Mr. West. We took a car there with the cutest effing driver ever, Luisa. I told her I wanted to cast her in my film as a santeria woman. She laughed all the way over the Williamsburg Bridge. It was so good. She sang "Celebration" by Kool and the Gang. Jesse tried to get her to come in with us, but sadly she had to return to driving people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after standing outside waiting for our friend, the promoter, to come fetch us, we finally got in. This was my first time being on the list instead of seating people on it....this past AugustI did a stint at Highline Ballroom as a bottle girl. Needless to say, I knew how the club worked, but I was gonna let myself enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, wow. Black everywhere, lights galore, leather banquettes, celebrity sightings. I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lilydonaldsonfans.com/files/2008/11/lily-donaldson-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 192px;" src="http://lilydonaldsonfans.com/files/2008/11/lily-donaldson-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met Keenyah from America's Next Top Model. I remember remarking how unremarkable the GoGo dancers were, and how much better we were. Keenyah was so nice and wore a gigantic fur hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Night's Party was lurking around. I'm a bit worried about my black lamé leggings and the flash and the inevitable undie shot. Oh GOD. I'm also worried about the picture of me making my roommate drop his screwdriver  on some Jersey bitches' head ending up on Gawker. Do I care? Not really.  I also accidentally burned Lilly Donaldson with my cigarette. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we headed home kind of early. Mostly because my liver was beginning to hurt. So, my roommate and I threw our drunk asses into a cab. There's one part of the night that really sticks out to me. We were somewhere in SoHo. Maybe it was The Village. It was unimportant at the time, but we were at a stoplight. Anyways, I spotted a man and a woman on the corner, speaking to each other in sort of strange terms. The woman looked like she was gonna cry, so I rolled down the window and yelled, "KISS HER! KISS HER!" over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Jesse joined in on the yelling, and the man kissed her. The man grabbed her by the face and kissed her. We cheered and as the cab pulled away, we were still kissed. That moment will stick with me for the rest of my life, and I hope for them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home. I did my usual two-bottles-of-gatorade-and-a-handful-of-ibuprofen deal. I also ate an entire pizza and drank three cups of tea. Passed out and then SATURDAY CAME.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.apartments-in-new-york.com/images/detail-upper-east-side.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 266px;" src="http://www.apartments-in-new-york.com/images/detail-upper-east-side.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I woke up and called my friend. I decided to take Charlie on an adventure to one of my favorite places in Manhattan: 77th and Lexington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77th and Lex is one of the most magical places in the world. You're surrounded by all the things that make the city the city. Anyways, there's a yummy deli called "Hot N Crusty" (it's a chain but the pizza is bangin') and a puppy store and a candy store called "Heavenly Delights". Charlie and I ate pizza and looked at the cutest pups in the world and bought candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, let me tell you: green sour belts, candy pomegranates, peanut butter malt balls, salty licorice, licorice allsorts, sour fruit salad, candy rocks.  I have a real weakness for candy, and at $6.50 for a half pound of it? Yeah. Can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got our sugar fix, we walked to the park. Everyone was out, after all, it was a beautiful day. And so, we walked. We walked past and in the dried-up boat pond. We walked past carriages and bikers and families, past the Alice in Wonderland statue, pedicabs and fountains. We walked past a proposal by the reservoir and watched it happen, the knee, the kiss, the ring going on. That made me happy. We walked past the douchey rich kids home on spring break talking about facebook, we walked past baby strollers and Eastern European tourists  and all the way into the Upper West Side. I'll tell you, I have a real love for uptown Manhattan, especially the West Side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nyc-architecture.com/MID/hrpark9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 201px;" src="http://www.nyc-architecture.com/MID/hrpark9c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up on 72nd, so I figured...why not hit up Riverside Park?  If you're not familiar with Riverside Park, get acquainted. Yes, it's a view of New Jersey. But more importantly, it's just length and lengths of beautiful shoreline. We hit up my buddies Roger and Roli at &lt;a href="http://west147nyc.blogspot.com/"&gt;West&lt;/a&gt; and headed all the way down to Riverside Drive, right by Trump Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the end of the pier and watched the sun begin to sink into the river. Cold, windy, totally no fun for someone who lives in an incubator of a room like me. But was it pretty?  Totes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was sort of unremarkable compared to the walking adventure we went on. It consisted of ordered chinese from my favorite place &lt;a href="http://brooklynchineserestaurants.com/"&gt;EVARR&lt;/a&gt;. General Tso's for him, scallion &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dailyblabber.ivillage.com/entertainment/Ghostbusters-Photograph-C12119601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 286px;" src="http://dailyblabber.ivillage.com/entertainment/Ghostbusters-Photograph-C12119601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pancake and bao buns for me. Oh, and besides Chinese, it also involved Ghostbusters and discussing how different Jewish (mine) and Catholic (his) families are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at a reasonable hour, 1:30, attempted reaching all my friends. They were all in Bushwick and we know mama don't go past the Lorimer stop. So I passed out. What's a better way to end a perfect day than an extra few hours of sleep in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't answer that, you sick bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that, my dears, was my weekend. What's in store for this one? Another Mr. West night, that's a given,  and my classmate's &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=31451367&amp;amp;id=16205703#/event.php?eid=62694782639&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;birthday&lt;/a&gt; party in DUMBO. Bringin' mad heads for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and working on that Kubrick paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-miss pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-2709630518655132096?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/2709630518655132096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/pep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2709630518655132096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2709630518655132096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/pep.html' title='Pepper&apos;s Perfect Weekends: First Edition'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-3227081048113790073</id><published>2009-02-22T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:54:27.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGLY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaHT-Y9vwMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-JNO5giPlsM/s1600-h/409675186_cedace2fea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaHT-Y9vwMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-JNO5giPlsM/s320/409675186_cedace2fea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305754904825938114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;high light of my life?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this after party with some of Sara's friends. This mexican starts to try to start this fight with this wasted kid. I jump in and I'm like you guys need to leave before the cops come. The mexican dude Pinto, yes that's his real name and all his amigos are trying to get him in the car to leave. While a group of the other guys from the party are trying to continue to add more full to the fire. This mexican dude is being totally rude and had been all night. For christ sake he was a pig! He was slapping girls asses when they walked by him.. not cool dude. So they finally get him in the car and I yell "See-ya ugly!" he then replies back "ginger slut!!" I then yell "well at least I'm not ugly!!" pretty much high light of my night.. or life. Sorry Pinto you're just an ugly ass. (note: not a real picture of Pinto above, sadly.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saltz, the ginger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-3227081048113790073?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/3227081048113790073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugly_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/3227081048113790073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/3227081048113790073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugly_22.html' title='UGLY !'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaHT-Y9vwMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-JNO5giPlsM/s72-c/409675186_cedace2fea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-8347950926122162584</id><published>2009-02-21T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:44:52.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Lyke !!</title><content type='html'>My favorite youtube video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtX8nswnUKU"&gt;EVER&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch it all the time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It never gets old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother watches it like 3 times a day, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;favorite part.. "I want beef jerky! I want pie!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm her mom, NO SHE'S NOT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.. watch it and love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saltz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-8347950926122162584?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/8347950926122162584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-lyke_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/8347950926122162584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/8347950926122162584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-lyke_21.html' title='Things I Lyke !!'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-4058182451682326441</id><published>2009-02-21T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:12:44.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaDCiY5BC6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/I6VVY1xB2_E/s1600-h/eating-rong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaDCiY5BC6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/I6VVY1xB2_E/s320/eating-rong.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305454257095379874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaDCcbUq-mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pb0PyZKrRX0/s1600-h/amish-again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaDCcbUq-mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pb0PyZKrRX0/s320/amish-again.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305454154669029986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel like shit. Last night we rented movies and I decided I wasn't going to drink. Things changed and Chelsea and I started doing shots of Sky vodka chased with boons farm. Oh god I was drunk within 45 minutes. Bad idea. I woke up this morning thinking my heart was going to beat so fast I was going to die. Lorrrrd. Then the football player who lives next to us came over wasted and fell asleep on our living room floor. Awesome. He probably weighs 260 and is 6'1.. he's big. So now I'm watching Millionaire Match Maker on Bravo. I like this show, I won't lie. And in a few hours I'll be getting ready to go to my friend Sara's birthday party. I'll probably drink and get drunk again even though at this moment I feel if I had one more drink of alcohol I'd die. I look back at how much I use to drink in high school and I'm like how the hell did I do that? Signs of me getting older. ha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Peps last post.. I seriously thought about getting one of Dali's elephants tattooed on me. I lovvvvve his work!! Oh and I wanna hear more about the Mr.West party!! Spill about it all seester! Who said you reminded them of Audrey Hepburn ?! I'm dying to know! Also, is NY bumpin' right now with fashion week? Any celeb spottings? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay time to come out of this coma ..to the shower I go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saltz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-4058182451682326441?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/4058182451682326441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4058182451682326441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4058182451682326441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugg.html' title='UGG.'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SaDCiY5BC6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/I6VVY1xB2_E/s72-c/eating-rong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-2625266497669094249</id><published>2009-02-21T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:00:55.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen up</title><content type='html'>The day before my parents moved me to New York two years ago, my dad looked me straight in the eye and said: "I will personally wring your neck if you get tattooed or pierced inappropriately before we are done paying for your education". That was the worst idea ever, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now find myself aching to get a small, brown heart on the crook of my left elbow. The idea is that it would look like a freckle. The meaning? I wear my heart on my sleeve. More than that, it's for my grandpapa. I lost my grandpapa in 2004. For each family member that dies, I will get another heart. The final meaning? My first play, the first real, completed, long piece of work was titled "love each other", ie...people wearing their heart on their sleeves. I don't know if I'll ever do it, but it'll mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted a light blue feather on my right shoulderblade, too. For my roots in Missouri- the bluebird is the state bird after all. But also 'cause I'm into flyin' about and doin' my own thing. I don't wanna be caged. Can't love a wild thing. Give me a break , guys, I just spent the last 3 hours in the VIP section at Mr. West. Thoughts are not clear right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said about both tattoos: I probably won't get them 'til later on in life when I'm not leeching off my parents. Tats are not about fashion for me. For me, they're things that stay around forever. I think wearing your heart on your sleeve and loving your freedom are two things I want to stick to me, literally, to the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Seriously. Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is something simple. Cheap. Classic. I don't need an elaborate tattoo or anything. It's more like I just don't have the balls to. But Salt does.  I liked all the ones she picked out, too. But here are some suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://arkivi.peshkupauje.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/salvador_dali_elephants_postcard_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 261px;" src="http://arkivi.peshkupauje.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/salvador_dali_elephants_postcard_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dali's elephants, dali is my absolute favorite painter EVARRR after kandinsky. anyways get these elephants tattooed on you. one on each forearm over the crook of your elbows. that would look HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallerydriver.com/Art/prints%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 297px;" src="http://gallerydriver.com/Art/prints%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my favorite piece by one of my favorite graffiti artists, Miss Van. oh man i love the doe. cute girl opitional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://slog.thestranger.com/files/2006/09/raccoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 274px;" src="http://slog.thestranger.com/files/2006/09/raccoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think this one is it, though, Salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pepz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-2625266497669094249?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/2625266497669094249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/listen-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2625266497669094249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2625266497669094249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/listen-up.html' title='listen up'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-5405283758037769306</id><published>2009-02-20T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:03:20.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A WEAVE CAN SAVE YO LYFE !</title><content type='html'>Only in Kansas City Missouri would some shit like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUoiKMxSUCw&amp;amp;eurl=http://perezhilton.com/&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; happen. &lt;div&gt;This girl it gonna be on Tyra you just wait !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd bet money on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-5405283758037769306?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/5405283758037769306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/weave-can-save-yo-lyfe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5405283758037769306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5405283758037769306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/weave-can-save-yo-lyfe.html' title='A WEAVE CAN SAVE YO LYFE !'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-1144159791323891078</id><published>2009-02-20T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:50:18.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ8IBJl-QXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UwcHc4o-1yc/s1600-h/alee11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ8IBJl-QXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UwcHc4o-1yc/s400/alee11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304967701913813362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pepz I know exactly what you mean! Such a great photo of us!So vintage! haha. I think that's the longest my hair has ever been and check out my brace face, damn I was a hot scene chic ! ha, I kid, I kid! So glad the bar-ban didn't happen until I got out of high school. What would I have done with my life? Every weekend spent at the Rockwell smoking turkish royals and trying to convince my friend Nathan who worked around the corner at the small grocery store to sell me alcohol. good times. good times. Note the picture above, hair barrette, spider-man shirt, and awesome pose. Laugh all you want, I did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on..when I woke up this morning I thought it was Saturday and freaked. Then I remembered that I drank large amounts of pbr and sky vodka and realized it was only Friday ! SCORE! I love it when things like that happen. I think I'm going to lay in bed for a few hours and recover then go bike and shoot. Sounds awesome I know. Oh last night I made lasagna while we were all drunk! ... Okay I put the frozen lasagna that came in a box in the oven. But still for someone drunk that can still be a challenge! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know I'm listening to the mix you made peppa and memories.. I still like it !! (and always will!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kisses, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-1144159791323891078?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/1144159791323891078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/lolz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1144159791323891078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1144159791323891078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/lolz.html' title='LOLZ'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ8IBJl-QXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UwcHc4o-1yc/s72-c/alee11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-3361093790859303289</id><published>2009-02-19T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:14:57.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how about i'm outside of your window?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v37/96/19/1293780316/n1293780316_30144744_3603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 334px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v37/96/19/1293780316/n1293780316_30144744_3603.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dude, I'm on such an emo kick. It's awful. Maybe it explains why I've been feeling so freaking crazy lately. My bangs have grown out to a side-swept mess, I'm blowing them out of my eyes constantly. I sing Saves the Day at the top of my lungs and sleep soooo much. Why am I acting like a friggin' 17-year-old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, I'll grow out of it after I finish dying my hair black, cutting up my favorite t-shirts and getting drunk at the next Caffeine Kills show. Yo Salt, back me up on this. You were more of a BOAD girl, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v16/69/15/1304430033/n1304430033_30000181_1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 229px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v16/69/15/1304430033/n1304430033_30000181_1716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND WILL YOU TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS, YOU GOT YOUR GUN TO MY HEADDDDDD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on a more serious note, let's talk high school "alt" stereotypes. When Salt and I were in high school, the big counterculture thing was being scene. For God's sake, we met through the friggin' scene. Oh, Springfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us are very involved in the scene, but here's how it went when McSaltay and Peppaz were in high school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The place to be was DOWNTOWN. During the summer, we'd all sit on the square, smokin' cigs (turkish royals of course!) and shootin' the shit. Otherwise, there were plenty of shows to see. This was before the bar ban, of course. But yeah- Benefit of a Doubt, Herestoyou, The Social, Caffeine Kills...what else am I missing? I think I had a crush on like, at least one member of each band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mudhouse. Even though I worked at the competition, Emack &amp;amp; Bolio's, Mudhouse was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; place to be seen...in the scene. Who were you without that ubiquituous clear cup and black straw? no one. exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RAHrWnNsMmA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RAHrWnNsMmA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Facebook wasn't even around then. MySpace, baby, full of self-taken photos, photoshopped to hell and signs. MySpace whores, I can't even believe they still exist, yo. I actually took the trouble of going though my blogs and deleting some particularly embarassing ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boys wearing girl jeans. Straightened hair. Girls wearing shitloads of beads. Little girl barrettes. Clove cigarettes, whiskey and black-out drunkeness. Giant sunglasses. Black, tattered chuck taylors. Teased, sprayed and dyed hair. I had some pretty ridic hair back then, bouffanted with little girl barrettes and dyed black underneath. And I was also with aspiring gauges. See photo (I'm on the right):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v11/69/15/1304430033/n1304430033_30000782_4493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 168px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v11/69/15/1304430033/n1304430033_30000782_4493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That brings me to Mercy Clothing. Oh my God. You were no one if you didn't model for their t-shirts, or weren't good friends with someone who did. Holy god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Let's talk scene love. Average length: three weeks. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One word: CHRISTCORE. Another one: XANGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bright Eyes, The Faint, Death Cab, Dashboard Confessional, Ascitiesburn, Lovedrug, The Chariot, The Show is the Rainbow!!, Cursive, The Blood Brothers, Interpol, Throwdown, Winter Solstice,The Postal Service, Underoath, Mewithoutyou. Ohhhh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were both good and bad memories I left behind in Springfield along with the boxes of black hair dye and chunky necklaces. But man, it's gonna be hilarious when my kids are like, "yeah, my mom was a scene kid in high school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlist=6b7e501cde" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeqpod.com/search"&gt;SeeqPod - Playable Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pepz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-3361093790859303289?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/3361093790859303289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-about-im-outside-of-your-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/3361093790859303289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/3361093790859303289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-about-im-outside-of-your-window.html' title='how about i&apos;m outside of your window?'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-1280818866786470919</id><published>2009-02-19T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:05:30.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF CHRIS BROWN ?!?!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ4c9sniw4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/TqdebV6yvHk/s1600-h/image002__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ4c9sniw4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/TqdebV6yvHk/s400/image002__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304709257363637122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude you are fucked up !! Poor Rihanna!! How the hell does someone do this to someone?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boycotting that shitty Chris Brown's music, sorry Pepper I'm pissed! Instead of kiss, kiss he was slap, slapin'!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grey's laterrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss. salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-1280818866786470919?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/1280818866786470919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf-chris-brown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1280818866786470919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1280818866786470919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf-chris-brown.html' title='WTF CHRIS BROWN ?!?!!?'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ4c9sniw4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/TqdebV6yvHk/s72-c/image002__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-4387614568152640579</id><published>2009-02-18T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:32:02.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tattoo Ideaz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I want a new tattoo really really bad. At first I was 100% sure I wanted the large feather below tattooed in the inside of my left arm. BUT then I remembered this really amazing artist Audrey Kawasaki and checked out her site. I found the two paintings below and LOVE them !! I think I like the girl with the feather in her hair the best. I think I might want this one on my left arm too but the back of it. Shit I don't know. I need help deciding. Pepper, help.. !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss. salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ0ItsElwhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FHj8uMNop8o/s1600-h/c-01-24x15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ0ItsElwhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FHj8uMNop8o/s400/c-01-24x15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304405517129859602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ0ImAb8ARI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XDQ_YUIaQsA/s1600-h/feather.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ0ImAb8ARI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XDQ_YUIaQsA/s400/feather.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304405385157542162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ0IYL5Yx6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qo19o4m4xmE/s1600-h/illstayhere2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ0IYL5Yx6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qo19o4m4xmE/s400/illstayhere2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304405147715684258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-4387614568152640579?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/4387614568152640579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-tattoo-ideaz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4387614568152640579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4387614568152640579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-tattoo-ideaz.html' title='New Tattoo Ideaz.'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZ0ItsElwhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FHj8uMNop8o/s72-c/c-01-24x15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-5809598393834174074</id><published>2009-02-18T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:32:58.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>opps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZz8lxvvC0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lBGQimxxeP8/s1600-h/shiloh021809__oPt-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZz8lxvvC0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lBGQimxxeP8/s400/shiloh021809__oPt-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304392187074513730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yello. Almost the weekend !! Oh yaaa! Even though it's going to be spent shooting a trillion rolls of film and in the darkroom, I'm sure I'll be able to fit a little bit of drinkin' in there to too! So just a little while ago I was sitting in the dark because my lamp on my desk fell and made our entire apartment without electricity. Go me ! After about 20-25 minutes and messing with the breakers the whole time something glorious happened and then there was light ! So I broke, then I fixed.. sort of. May I also note that I don't think I really have an eye infection. I think that they just thought that because my eye was red on Monday from wearing my contacts all weekend. Every time I put the eye drops in they make my eye burn. Umm.. I pray I don't go blind. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news speaking of small children getting impregnated.. a man here in Phoenix escaped from jail today. What did he do you ask? Got a NINE year old pregnant !! Uh, ewwwwww! How do people go through with that shit? YUCK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly Shiloh is much cuter than Suri ..I believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boondock Saints is on lata foolz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-5809598393834174074?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/5809598393834174074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/opps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5809598393834174074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5809598393834174074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/opps.html' title='opps.'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZz8lxvvC0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lBGQimxxeP8/s72-c/shiloh021809__oPt-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-9055561050629881304</id><published>2009-02-17T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:15:00.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>do my mother's friends add me on Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-9055561050629881304?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/9055561050629881304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/9055561050629881304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/9055561050629881304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-5871437018027289730</id><published>2009-02-17T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:12:15.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unbearable dorkiness of being</title><content type='html'>Alright, so it's totally affirmed: I AM A DORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry around an inhaler. I even have a totally sexy metered one. I'm allergic to everything under the sun- who's ever heard of a Jew with a grape allergy? Seriously. Latex, penicillin, erythomycin, codeine, morphine. I'm allergic to Lil Wayne's life.  I'm lactose-intolerant, which means I take lactase tablets before I eat ice cream. I have sensitive skin and ridiculously curly frizz-mess hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to my dorkiness, I now have to walk around with crutches. For a whole week. And a sexy, sexy ankle brace. Don't you want to do me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZuYgqxnTTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qm-FZi5IbDQ/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZuYgqxnTTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qm-FZi5IbDQ/s400/Photo+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304000673164512562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;miss pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-5871437018027289730?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/5871437018027289730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/unbearable-dorkiness-of-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5871437018027289730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5871437018027289730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/unbearable-dorkiness-of-being.html' title='the unbearable dorkiness of being'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZuYgqxnTTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qm-FZi5IbDQ/s72-c/Photo+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-5853945301164536979</id><published>2009-02-17T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:48:16.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudes going to Las Vegas soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZtlqdTWNWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PnOGxlhdcEQ/s1600-h/3337891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZtlqdTWNWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PnOGxlhdcEQ/s400/3337891.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303944766253577570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZtll1okrkI/AAAAAAAAADw/_E0suDxFITY/s1600-h/3337883.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZtll1okrkI/AAAAAAAAADw/_E0suDxFITY/s400/3337883.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303944686885711426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well maybe this &lt;a href="http://www.lvrj.com/news/39633407.html"&gt;website &lt;/a&gt;well help you find some dirty fun while your there! Bored from playing slots all day? Then start walking the strip and keep your eyes peeled for one of the lovely ladies on the site. There are 50 of them to choose from but ya'll gotta hurry !! Soon their all going to be in jail! So pay for sex while ya can dudes! My favorite of the bunch are, Natalia Montaiva who is 26 and by her picture you can tell looks like a drunken bumble bee who has just recently smoked some crack and Jessica Berumen who is 23. She's quite the charmer !! I just want to know what hair products the beauty uses to make that hair stand still. Also love those eyebrowz so gorgeous. So good luck findin' yourself your very own prostitute !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss. salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and just a bit of advice.. wrap it dudes I'm sure there's a few things floating around... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-5853945301164536979?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/5853945301164536979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/dudes-going-to-las-vegas-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5853945301164536979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5853945301164536979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/dudes-going-to-las-vegas-soon.html' title='Dudes going to Las Vegas soon?'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZtlqdTWNWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PnOGxlhdcEQ/s72-c/3337891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-423875060823824862</id><published>2009-02-17T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:03:15.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 Pet Peeve !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZtApPL6QoI/AAAAAAAAADo/DabfWJdvC6M/s1600-h/mouth-open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZtApPL6QoI/AAAAAAAAADo/DabfWJdvC6M/s400/mouth-open.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303904063354192514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So before I got to college I didn't really have anything that got on my nerves and annoyed the shit out of me. Why? I have two younger sisters and parents who nagged at me all the time. I'm use to it, I love them but family annoys everyone after awhile and that is normal. Now at college I get annoyed with the littlest things but at the same time it's like how can nobody NOT be annoyed with these things? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I share with you my number one pet peeve : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;underline&gt;Talking with you mouth full/ licking your fingers/smacking your food.&lt;/underline&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honest to god I did not realize that people still do this over the age of 4. That is until I moved to Arizona and found that people are fucking gross. Two girls I USE to hang out with had the worst eating habits I have ever encountered, both from the East coast. East coast I'm not dissin' but seriously ew. It got so bad when we would go out in public to eat that I would get so embarrassed I'd ask them to chew with their mouth closed politely, they would then think this is hilarious and starting doing it even more thinking they were funny and cute. SO DISGUSTING! I can't handle it. Maybe it's because my mother sent me to manner school at the age of 6 and at the time thought it was stupid but now am thankful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For my sake and everyones around you please have some table manners people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;miss. salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps. pepper I'll trade you my shorts for your big coat! I'm over this blazin' heat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-423875060823824862?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/423875060823824862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-pet-peeve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/423875060823824862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/423875060823824862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-pet-peeve.html' title='#1 Pet Peeve !!'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZtApPL6QoI/AAAAAAAAADo/DabfWJdvC6M/s72-c/mouth-open.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-6852574691698425753</id><published>2009-02-17T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:53:27.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oy veyh.</title><content type='html'>I feel so retarded today. I've been walking with a limp due to a pretty bad ankle injury (from being retarded and running to class) and then, also being retarded again, took the Q to school, which skipped not only the Avenue H stop, but the Avenue J and Avenue M ones, too. In fact, I should have been in sociology class, talking about Karl Marx and the proletariat, but I was transferring to a Manhattan-bound Q train so I could be thirty minutes for class with my hot French professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I have to take my retarded self to the doctor to fix my new pimp-limp. I am also angry about the weather. Lucky-ass Miss Salt gets beautiful hot weather all the time. You know what I get? 28 degrees. I am so not down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, down for the spicy vegetable soup I made. It's so delicious. Should not have put pasta in there. That was a bad, mushy move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons Learned by 3 PM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the goddamn MTA transit advisory signs&lt;br /&gt;Go to the doctor when you sprain your ankle, not 2 weeks later&lt;br /&gt;Don't put pasta in your soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Peppaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-6852574691698425753?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/6852574691698425753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/oy-veyh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/6852574691698425753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/6852574691698425753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/oy-veyh.html' title='oy veyh.'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-2660531271153523600</id><published>2009-02-16T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:30:12.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Monday !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZnMPr0vi8I/AAAAAAAAADY/LXDzPiu1bso/s1600-h/10bd477e42db501e0fdff9457810215aac86eabf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZnMPr0vi8I/AAAAAAAAADY/LXDzPiu1bso/s400/10bd477e42db501e0fdff9457810215aac86eabf_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303494606039518146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a blingin' Monday ya'll !! Unlike &lt;strike&gt;some &lt;/strike&gt; EVERYONE else in the world I still have class today, wheee ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I found out I have an eye infection, glorious !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss. salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-2660531271153523600?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/2660531271153523600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2660531271153523600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2660531271153523600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-monday.html' title='Good Monday !'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZnMPr0vi8I/AAAAAAAAADY/LXDzPiu1bso/s72-c/10bd477e42db501e0fdff9457810215aac86eabf_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-498527958902504537</id><published>2009-02-16T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:27:11.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaa fashion week i love gawker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gawker.com/5154241/fashion-week--the-ladies-who-like-fashions"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZnLyykQ8XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/58nx3sPi3Y4/s400/modelwalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303494109633245554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-498527958902504537?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/498527958902504537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahaa-fashion-week-i-love-gawker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/498527958902504537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/498527958902504537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahaa-fashion-week-i-love-gawker.html' title='hahaa fashion week i love gawker'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZnLyykQ8XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/58nx3sPi3Y4/s72-c/modelwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-8599153458774818496</id><published>2009-02-16T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:12:52.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>president day</title><content type='html'>Happy President's Day. Fuck everyone, nothing is open. I just wanna go to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-8599153458774818496?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/8599153458774818496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/president-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/8599153458774818496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/8599153458774818496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/president-day.html' title='president day'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-890788984919667777</id><published>2009-02-16T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T04:14:46.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update !</title><content type='html'>never mind. &lt;div&gt;i got bored and couldn't sleep.. i now have twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;add me &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/misssalt"&gt;bitches. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this will be great when i'm bored out of my mind at a lame party..word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;misssalt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-890788984919667777?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/890788984919667777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/890788984919667777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/890788984919667777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='update !'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-4239817378502739175</id><published>2009-02-16T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:24:44.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teach me your ways..</title><content type='html'>dear pepper, &lt;div&gt; Teach me how twitter works.. should I get one? Is it for me? Fill me in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;strike&gt;gossip girl&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss. salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-4239817378502739175?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/4239817378502739175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/teach-me-your-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4239817378502739175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/4239817378502739175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/teach-me-your-ways.html' title='teach me your ways..'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-1292359678545129688</id><published>2009-02-16T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:09:08.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thecliquemovie.warnerbros.com/images/structure/silhouettes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 333px;" src="http://thecliquemovie.warnerbros.com/images/structure/silhouettes.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even front. I have a horrible weakness for horrible, terrible, lame things. I love Nelly, I love Hostess cupcakes, I love Target. It's true. I also love shitty books, like Gossip Girl, and shitty TV, like Gossip Girl. New episode tomorrow night! I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there was a period in time in high school where Gossip Girls weren't coming out as fast, and I decided to pick up &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Clique-Lisi-Harrison/dp/0316040835/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1234774256&amp;amp;sr=8-13"&gt;The Clique&lt;/a&gt;. The Clique, written by Lisi Harrison, is pretty much a cattier, more ridiculous and over the top version of Gossip Girl. Pretty much the same main characters, too, Massie Block is the 12-year-old, Westchester version of Blair Waldorf. I kind of liked it though, the characters were endearing and I could read the 200-page books very quickly. Gossip Girl was obvs more fun because the characters had sex and did coke off mirrors in $5000/night hotels, but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and Papa sent me a gift certificate on iTunes, and instead of buying shitty pop songs like I usually do, I decided to rent some movies. The Dark Knight! I'm so excited to watch that one. And then...I found...THE CLIQUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately began squealing. This was better than any vegan quesadilla, and only $2.99 to rent? Hell yeah. So, I downloaded it, watched it, and sort of liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great costumes, as per usual to any teen chick-lit turned to the screen. It was also very, very true to the book. Very, very few details were changed. The cattiness of the Pretty Committee brought me way back, thinking about how I was totally wearing Old Navy  while the other girls wore Limited Too back in middle school. The girls were all melodramatic, but for some reason, it worked in this straight-to-DVD flick more than it did in Gossip Girl. Maybe that's because seventh-grade girls really are the biggest fucking drama queens in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was an alright movie. Something I'd watch with my little cousin. It's not really something one should critique, especially because Tyra Banks produced it. All in all, I say...rent this on iTunes next time you have to chill with your 9-12 year-old cousin/niece/sister, she'll probably love it. And if you are secretly a 9-year-old girl like me, you'll like it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-miss peppppppa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-1292359678545129688?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/1292359678545129688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/clique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1292359678545129688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1292359678545129688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/clique.html' title='The Clique'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-3286935427826938864</id><published>2009-02-16T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:45:27.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, listen.</title><content type='html'>Look, I don't know how I feel about this &lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com/"&gt;picnik &lt;/a&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't front like you don't know what it is. We all know dumb bitches and dumb bitches LOVE picnik. You know, those photos with "best friends 4vr" and stupid clip art shit right? They take it so damn seriously, too, like  entire albums jazzed up in picnik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mac and therefore I do not have MS Paint. MS Paint, back in the day, allowed me to make unflattering pictures of my friends and I into hilarity. Now I can do that on picnik. Please allow me to give you some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZknN7UCsnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nwV41cOEL-c/s1600-h/duhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZknN7UCsnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nwV41cOEL-c/s400/duhhh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303313156419007090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZkncuqk3OI/AAAAAAAAADA/0nWReNcI8hI/s1600-h/franklin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZkncuqk3OI/AAAAAAAAADA/0nWReNcI8hI/s400/franklin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303313410721897698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, what I wanted to tell you is that you have absolutely no excuse to use picnik unless you're going to make retarded photos like the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-miss pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-3286935427826938864?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/3286935427826938864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/3286935427826938864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/3286935427826938864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-listen.html' title='ok, listen.'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZknN7UCsnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nwV41cOEL-c/s72-c/duhhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-1297746332117801188</id><published>2009-02-15T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:50:12.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZkmwIu4quI/AAAAAAAAACw/1R8RGq-Aj88/s1600-h/lindsay_lohan_bikini_al_mo_br.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZkmwIu4quI/AAAAAAAAACw/1R8RGq-Aj88/s400/lindsay_lohan_bikini_al_mo_br.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303312644625181410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so the beginning of this semester I told myself that I was going to go on a diet, exercise regularly and not drink so much to loss some pounds. I mean since freshman year of college I defiantly haven't lost any weight but put on the weight. I live in Arizona where it's hot 24/7 all year round and ride my bike constantly. So the first week went by, I got up and exercised everyday some days even before 7 am so I could go before class. I am even taking a yoga class every Tuesday and Thursday. Exercise first week was great, food wise went well too. I had been reading and following the book &lt;a href="http://www.eatcleandiet.com/"&gt;Eat Clean Diet&lt;/a&gt; by eating high protein mostly chicken, fish, turkey breast, lots of fruits and though I am suppose to eat lots and lots of veggies it's really hard for me. I'm sorry but I hate veggies. I like carrots, corn, potatoes, and the occasional spinach salad (with LOTS of ranch) and since I have to put so much ranch on it it really doesn't do anything for me. ANYWAYS after the first week the weekend came and everything pretty much went to hell. I got wasted, got the drunken munchies and things haven't been the same since. Yes, it's sad. The reason for talking about this is I have a group of friends coming out here March 20th for their spring break. Their going to be staying with me and want to go swimming and all that jazz but me in a bathing suit right now is like a nightmare. SOO is there any possible way I can loss 20-30 pounds in like a month? Is that a stupid goal to want? Tell me how to do it! Oh and without being anorexic, bulimic or snorting coke, thanks !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. I really like drinking and cutting that out of my life is not an option. No worries I'm not an alcoholic, promise I just like booze, a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;digging the ankle detector l. lohan !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss. salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-1297746332117801188?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/1297746332117801188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-possibly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1297746332117801188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1297746332117801188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-possibly.html' title='Is it possible ?'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZkmwIu4quI/AAAAAAAAACw/1R8RGq-Aj88/s72-c/lindsay_lohan_bikini_al_mo_br.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-2463255972199892090</id><published>2009-02-15T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:05:40.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more like miss carnivore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, I don't get it. I eat a shitload of vegan food all the time and I love meat and eggs and cheese. Maybe it is because one of my good friends is vegan and over here all the time. I don't know but I totes just made a delish quesadilla with hummus, tofu sour cream, rice cheese and whole wheat tortillas. Who am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-miss pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-2463255972199892090?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/2463255972199892090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously-i-dont-get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2463255972199892090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2463255972199892090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously-i-dont-get-it.html' title='more like miss carnivore'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-1852394953562733974</id><published>2009-02-15T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:37:28.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chris brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_pL6fK1iNIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_pL6fK1iNIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can seriously not stop listening to "No Air". You know, that song with Jordin Sparks? I don't know. "No Air" , "Run It", "Kiss Kiss", what the hell is wrong with me? The worst part is that the remix of Umbrella he did, Cinderella is stuck so deeply in my head I don't think it's going to go away.  Horrible,  I am so awful. The weirdest part is that during the No Air video I keep mistaking Jordin Sparks' spoken voice as mine.  Seriously, why cant I get, like, Avril Lavigne or something in there? Nope. Fuck you, Chris Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-miss pepperrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-1852394953562733974?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/1852394953562733974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/chris-brown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1852394953562733974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1852394953562733974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/chris-brown.html' title='chris brown'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-7264734165546898168</id><published>2009-02-15T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:46:33.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Lyke !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZfyggtbiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/U_3kSZU9rlo/s1600-h/fionn_regan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZfyggtbiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/U_3kSZU9rlo/s400/fionn_regan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302973726602266834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I came across Fionn Regan a few days ago while messing around on some blogs and instantly fell in love with him! He's from Ireland and has this Bob Dylan, Neil Young sound to him. I ended up buying his entire album on iTunes since I couldn't find it anywhere else and it's amazing! A definite favorite of the album is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wM7wyui6mzs"&gt;"Put a Penny in the Slot" &lt;/a&gt; it is sooo good! Check him out, I promise you will not regret it! If so I'll buy you an ice cream cone.. maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably not though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss. salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-7264734165546898168?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/7264734165546898168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-lyke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/7264734165546898168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/7264734165546898168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-lyke.html' title='Things I Lyke !!'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZfyggtbiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/U_3kSZU9rlo/s72-c/fionn_regan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-1792306272073280519</id><published>2009-02-15T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:33:00.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FINALLY OVER !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZfuC_sDP5I/AAAAAAAAACg/MovBrZXZ6R8/s1600-h/l_d300236071bd7ba791acb084a1fe3bbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZfuC_sDP5I/AAAAAAAAACg/MovBrZXZ6R8/s400/l_d300236071bd7ba791acb084a1fe3bbb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302968821475393426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Actually to tell you the truth Valentine's Day doesn't really bother me, it's whatever. I spent the night watching some TLC, The Shawshank Redemption, having Cosmo read to me by Chelsea, and getting a stomach ache from eating way to much cheese and chocolate hearts my mom sent me. The only thing that I wish I could have had I didn't was four bottles of André's pink champagne. That would have been pretty grand but I believe I would have probably woken up to drunken text sent to old ex's.. I'm so romantic.   So today while I'm driving back home from north Phoenix I start thinking about all this mushy stuff that comes along with this day. I don't really mind it and it really doesn't make me depressed because I have no one at home holding a bouquet of flowers for me or a stuffed bear that says, "I love you!" when you press the hand but, I start thinking about past dudes I've "crushed" on or had a "thing" with, ones I've kissed, fooled around with, gone all the way with and there is this one dude that keeps sticking out in my mind..Ben. And the entire drive home I continue to ask myself over and over again, " why the hell didn't you go all the way with that dude??" I mean this guy Ben he's a drummer of a somewhat popular band (one I don't really like..whatever) he's fucking hot as hell(I think anyways), super nice, super sweet and it's like uhhh that was a stupid move. What where you thinking? Am I the only one who has regrets like these? surely not. It's just like I look back on it now and it's like wow that sex would have been fucking awesome, I just know it! Maybe if I wouldn't have been SO fucking wasted (proof in picture above) .. guess I'll never know,sadly. Unless someone knows Ben who's reading this and wants to pass along the message I wanna do him. Ya, I'm dead serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laterz love birdz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss. salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-1792306272073280519?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/1792306272073280519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-finally-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1792306272073280519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/1792306272073280519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-finally-over.html' title='IT&apos;S FINALLY OVER !'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZfuC_sDP5I/AAAAAAAAACg/MovBrZXZ6R8/s72-c/l_d300236071bd7ba791acb084a1fe3bbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-5320767177042811436</id><published>2009-02-14T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:15:10.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYONE IN ARIZONA HATEZ ME !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZam4bRpeLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VYQUK-8EWnI/s1600-h/Photo+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZam4bRpeLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VYQUK-8EWnI/s400/Photo+237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302609099600001202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone in Arizona thinks I'm a crazy, for real. I wore this shirt and necklace tonight with some zigzag tights and up rise shorts with my Docs and everyone gave me the weirdest looks. I live in sorority and fraternity hell. It's so fucking annoying I can hardly stand it. Example: three girls live above us and they literally STOMP everywhere they go in their apartment. They drag furniture and laugh and STOMP even more all the time, I don't know them but I hate them. Their in a sorority. Also I'd like to know if at sorority meetings if they practice talking the way they all talk together. It's stupid. My roommate (Chelsea, sorry I forgot to introduce her) and I went to Chili's the other night, two sisters were sitting and sharing nothing but chips and salsa together (What a dinner!!!) talking and talking and talking like they had just arrived on Earth for like the first time EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example Talk: Girl 1: OMG lyke I can't believe that Josh would do that to you he's like so dumb!&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: I know, I lyke hate him! My dad said He'd call and talk to him tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: Why? Gosh I'm lyke so sore from exercising!&lt;br /&gt;Girls 2: Me too, lyke about our relationship... I'm so full from this chips and salsa, good dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morel of the story... I hate sororities!!&lt;br /&gt;▲▲▲ for life though, always dirty.&lt;br /&gt;dirty trio.&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed for a long time... salt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-5320767177042811436?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/5320767177042811436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyone-in-arizona-hatez-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5320767177042811436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5320767177042811436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyone-in-arizona-hatez-me.html' title='EVERYONE IN ARIZONA HATEZ ME !'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZam4bRpeLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VYQUK-8EWnI/s72-c/Photo+237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-374606417045907554</id><published>2009-02-14T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:06:38.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the "b" is for bitchmaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZaJXBbOYxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/laJmZ9T15Mk/s1600-h/frank+screengrab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZaJXBbOYxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/laJmZ9T15Mk/s400/frank+screengrab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302576639887958802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZaJcRu_bZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R73xqi7e9IM/s1600-h/frank+screengrab+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZaJcRu_bZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R73xqi7e9IM/s400/frank+screengrab+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302576730165177746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love always, miss pepper (i'm in the pink, obvs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-374606417045907554?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/374606417045907554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/b-is-for-bitchmaid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/374606417045907554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/374606417045907554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/b-is-for-bitchmaid.html' title='the &quot;b&quot; is for bitchmaid'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZaJXBbOYxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/laJmZ9T15Mk/s72-c/frank+screengrab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-6125346681669827142</id><published>2009-02-13T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:15:42.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU AIN'T DIRTYA, YOU AIN'T HERE TO PARRRTYA !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZan1zbfWyI/AAAAAAAAACY/uUS96nt4l4M/s1600-h/near01_jlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZan1zbfWyI/AAAAAAAAACY/uUS96nt4l4M/s400/near01_jlo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302610154055752482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZaIF9u1l6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/gOo8yP0VI3M/s1600-h/Photo+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZaIF9u1l6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/gOo8yP0VI3M/s320/Photo+224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302575247327074210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hii! I'm drunk here! Wowhee ! Told you! Eating ramen thinking about how awesome I am, ha! So tonight I rediscovered how awesome Jennifer Lopez was. I'm not kidding you!! My favorite song of all time right now is 'I'm Real' featuring JaRule and JLo. I could re-play this song over and over and over again, seriously what happened to JLo?! She has dated some of the sketches guys known to man. Lets re-cap... P.diddy, weird!  Her back-up dancer Cris Judd also known as fucking ew ugly face ( she also married this ugly nobody), there's also Ben Afflect which my roommate described earlier while we watched the 'Jenny on the Block' music video as the oddest couple ever... I totally agree, in the music video he touches/slaps her ass like six times! And lastly Marc Anthony like could a couple get any more latino?! Whatever I just want to know what happened to my JLo?? I once adored her and all her songs, 'If You Had My Love', 'Love Don't Cost A Thing', and 'Ain't it Funny'. I mean the bitch use too and might still be?.. a part of Murder Inc. I just want to know JLo what happened to you!?!?? This isn't a joke, I want 'I'm Real' to play at my funeral!    ... Did I mention I'm really wasted?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-6125346681669827142?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/6125346681669827142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-aint-dirtya-you-aint-here-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/6125346681669827142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/6125346681669827142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-aint-dirtya-you-aint-here-to.html' title='IF YOU AIN&apos;T DIRTYA, YOU AIN&apos;T HERE TO PARRRTYA !'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZan1zbfWyI/AAAAAAAAACY/uUS96nt4l4M/s72-c/near01_jlo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-2164891032629892723</id><published>2009-02-13T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:03:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dennysallnighter.com/index.php/site/rsmenu1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZYmUqF7WII/AAAAAAAAAAk/0bqmZP0_G58/s320/katy+perry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302467747613726850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;-miss pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-2164891032629892723?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/2164891032629892723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2164891032629892723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2164891032629892723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-seriously.html' title='yes, seriously'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZYmUqF7WII/AAAAAAAAAAk/0bqmZP0_G58/s72-c/katy+perry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-2287738718685277681</id><published>2009-02-13T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:54:56.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm gonna vom</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tzOakmhu8pM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tzOakmhu8pM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid in England is 13&lt;/a&gt;. Look at him. He looks like one of the kids I give cookies to and tell not to pick on the kindergarteners. He's a FATHER. Okay, I grew up in the Ozarks, which are renowned for being full of white trash. And yes, I've seen high school freshman pregnant. I remember walking down the halls of my high school sophomore year and being visually attacked by teenagers with pregnant bellies. I swear, if I see another person from my class of '07 on facebook upload pictures of their child, I'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if they die when they see pictures of me dancing on a chair in my kitchen in my hot-orange hot pants and they're breastfeeding. Or if they die when I upload my latest film and they're changing diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missbehave posted&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece"&gt; this article&lt;/a&gt; a while back about the ideal life timeline. A lot of people were angered by it, saying it's some sort of conspiracy to make us all be yuppies and blah, blah, the fuck blah blah. You know what I say? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down for following that timeline. Shit, I hope to be engaged by 26, in a decent job by 27, married by 28, pregnant by 29 (with twin boys of course) and totally and completely sucessful (in every sense of the word: artistically, financially, familial, etc) by 30. I have nothing wrong with being a mom at 30. Dude, biology is biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But common sense is common sense, and why the fuck are 17 year olds having babies? When I was seventeen I was experimenting with partying and hairstyles, crying over boys that were totally fucking lame in retrospect and applying for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. Sorry, teenage moms. I just don't. I respect you for taking on such a mature task at a very young age, no doubt. Don't get me wrong- I absolutely LOVE children and I seriously can't wait to have kids. But I'll be damned if I have kids before 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-miss pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-2287738718685277681?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/2287738718685277681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-gonna-vom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2287738718685277681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/2287738718685277681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-gonna-vom.html' title='i&apos;m gonna vom'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-7352125843539408322</id><published>2009-02-13T15:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:54:08.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th AHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZYH7gpiX5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/r-6pWKdD5eQ/s1600-h/11928955_black_crystal.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZYH7gpiX5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/r-6pWKdD5eQ/s320/11928955_black_crystal.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302434330233167762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZYCGJRbwRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5_3_PI6z4E8/s1600-h/Photo+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZYCGJRbwRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5_3_PI6z4E8/s320/Photo+215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302427915866849554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hellooo! Miss Salt here. It's Friday the 13th, fucking awesome I know. I was going to go see Friday the 13th tonight but decided it'll probably be sold out because everyone is dyeing to see another Jason movie. Oh well, I think i'll live.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note nothing really totally out of the norm has happened today. I went to an eye appointment earlier because my eye keeps getting all red when I put my contacts in. I have this weird fright of eyes, weird I know. I think it happened when I was in elementary school and everyone on the bus would turn the eyelids inside out and start laughing. I on the other hand would freak out and beg for them to stop doing it. They would continue to harass me putting there nasty flipped eye lids in my face, I would then start kicking and hitting telling them to stop. Eyes freak my the fuck out. So bad that when I got contacts my friend Jordanna would come 20 minutes before school with me to put my contacts in for me. Sad, but true. Also may I note I was a Junior in high school, haha. I can now put my contacts in by myself but hate going to the eye doctor. I'd choose any doctor or dentist appointment any day over the eye doctor. So anyways I found out I'm not going blind, yaya! My contact has to be re-fitted so I get the joy of waking up at 6 am Monday driving to Mesa for yet another eye appoint. Joy, joy ! So until then I have to wear my glasses. I have two pairs both Paul Frank and I like them but want a new pair really really bad! The picture at the top is of the Ray Bans I want, tell me whatcha think! Oh and since I found out I'm not going blind I have decided I'm just going to let my eye get red tonight. I don't want to wear my glasses. So whatever. I'm going to this Devil Lollapalooza thing, yes it's a ripped off festival name and yes it'll probably be very lame (the band Say Anything is playing..yes, I like them.) but living in Arizona you sorta of have to go to whatever comes up because nothing EVER happens here. Yes, Arizona sucks, it's true. Don't believe me? Prove it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm going to finish getting ready.. don't be surprised if there's a drunken blog later.. oh and HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH ! Hope you don't see a black cat, break a mirror, or knock over the salt!.. How dare you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-7352125843539408322?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/7352125843539408322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th-ahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/7352125843539408322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/7352125843539408322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th-ahh.html' title='Friday the 13th AHH!'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZYH7gpiX5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/r-6pWKdD5eQ/s72-c/11928955_black_crystal.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892882891121311806.post-5825002953161449048</id><published>2009-02-13T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:24:04.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZXc4pMfmBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Nll4CdsPA0/s1600-h/Photo+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZXc4pMfmBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Nll4CdsPA0/s320/Photo+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302387001987667986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember these? You picked them out at the grocery store or Duane Reade or what have you, then you had to get a class list and address them to everyone in the class. Then you'd decorate a shoebox or what have you for receiving the valentines. Sometimes there were suckers, other times there were chocolate kisses in the mailbox. Besides dressing up the mailbox, your mom would braid your hair and you'd wear a pink and red headband, and break out those tights with the hearts all over them. Oh, yes, Valentine's Day in elementary was so the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I moved to Springfield in first grade. It was right around Valentine's Day, I think. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anwyays&lt;/span&gt;, I totes addressed one of them to this kid, Jake, and I put "I Love You" on the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless romantic at the age of 5. I know, I know. Anyways, Jake and I laugh about it now, but it was mortifying when he told me that he hated me that fateful Valentine's Day of '95. That broke my little heart. But yeah,  I still get nervous when I say things on cards, and last night was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to a taping of the Newlyweds Game (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eHarmony&lt;/span&gt; edition, natch), I went back with my friend to his place. I totally have a crush on his roommate, and love his other roommate, so I figured I'd give them some Claws 'N Paws love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I have a crush on my friend's roommate. He'll go unnamed for now. I decided to give him one of the valentines that had a cute bulldog on it. Under the cute puppy, I wrote something. No, not "I Love You", but still elementary school-style: "do you like me?" with two check boxes. One for yes, one for no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, said crush did not check either box, but  there were a lot of  blushing cheeks and awkward, pigeon-toed moments. I'd never felt more like a first-grader in my life.  Maybe it was the fact I was wearing a headband and tights again. Maybe it was the fact I had just told someone I liked them on a dinky little piece of paper that said "You're Doggone Cute!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have reverted back to elementary school. I love hearts, conversation and ink ones. I don't have a fancy, glittery mailbox and I sure don't have a valentine. But I've got a lot of love for my friends, a lot of love for my family and a lot of Claws 'N Paws valentines to give out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-miss pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlist=e04ca39af2" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeqpod.com/search"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SeeqPod&lt;/span&gt; - Playable Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3892882891121311806-5825002953161449048?l=salttnpepperr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/feeds/5825002953161449048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5825002953161449048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3892882891121311806/posts/default/5825002953161449048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salttnpepperr.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>miss salt and miss pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294847515558192913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZafwDxUMFI/AAAAAAAAABI/XGVTgoQeyh0/S220/642-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdMKNkHksHI/SZXc4pMfmBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Nll4CdsPA0/s72-c/Photo+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
