<?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-7087368628412828343</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:17:46.924-07:00</updated><category term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>mysecretivelife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087368628412828343.post-5547148178369774847</id><published>2006-07-16T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:39:55.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Could this REALLY be... "Goodbye"?</title><content type='html'>As you all know, this blog was a journey of self-discovery for me... a place where I could be as honest as I needed to be, and sometimes, as creative as I wanted to be.  It was a place where I could unload my thoughts, feelings, and confusion about who I was, where I was going, and what I was becoming.  It was also a place where I could put up chapters of the book I was writing - to test it out,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087368628412828343-5547148178369774847?l=mysecretivelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5547148178369774847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/could-this-really-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/5547148178369774847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/5547148178369774847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/could-this-really-be.html' title='Could this REALLY be... &amp;quot;Goodbye&amp;quot;?'/><author><name>blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087368628412828343.post-1131523626547781165</id><published>2006-07-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:39:55.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>This is pretty amazing</title><content type='html'>Beloit, Wisconsin tried to recreate Seurat&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;Sunday Afternoon on the Island of LaGrande Jatte.&amp;quot;  And I think they did a damn good job at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087368628412828343-1131523626547781165?l=mysecretivelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1131523626547781165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-pretty-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/1131523626547781165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/1131523626547781165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-pretty-amazing.html' title='This is pretty amazing'/><author><name>blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087368628412828343.post-26566278728849011</id><published>2006-07-13T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:39:55.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>I've decided to do this one over...</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I pulled a survey thingie off of MySpace and brought it out here.  I did it in the WRONG frame of mind because all my answers were wack.  WACK, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, Jeff Skybar did it... and Kelly Jetboy747 did it... and Kelicious did it... and I realized, my answers were soooooo wack that I demand a rematch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&amp;#39;m doing this over.  Except, I&amp;#39;m substituting President with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087368628412828343-26566278728849011?l=mysecretivelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/feeds/26566278728849011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-decided-to-do-this-one-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/26566278728849011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/26566278728849011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-decided-to-do-this-one-over.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve decided to do this one over...'/><author><name>blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087368628412828343.post-7058447320907516757</id><published>2006-07-12T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:39:55.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>It was such a nice bear...</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a little bear.&lt;br /&gt;He was yellow... and he was cute.&lt;br /&gt;He had a wide-eyed nature about him,&lt;br /&gt;and as he sat in the bin with all the other bears,&lt;br /&gt;he hoped someone would find him and take him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the boy saw him inside the bin at a fair...&lt;br /&gt;He thought, &amp;quot;Fletcher would LOVE to play with him.&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;#39;d coddle him, take care of him...&lt;br /&gt;They&amp;#39;d have soooo much fun.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087368628412828343-7058447320907516757?l=mysecretivelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7058447320907516757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-such-nice-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/7058447320907516757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/7058447320907516757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-such-nice-bear.html' title='It was such a nice bear...'/><author><name>blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087368628412828343.post-4617011451717659643</id><published>2006-07-11T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:39:55.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>One of my friends is dying...</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, I got an email from a guy named B- on MySpace.  He loved my bio on the there and he said he laughed really hard for the first time in a long time.  He and I chatted through email before I sent him a &amp;quot;friend request&amp;quot;.  As a rule, I don&amp;#39;t accept just anyone... I either have to know them in person or have to have had some other strange connection.  And it&amp;#39;s a wonder I have around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087368628412828343-4617011451717659643?l=mysecretivelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4617011451717659643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-of-my-friends-is-dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/4617011451717659643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/4617011451717659643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-of-my-friends-is-dying.html' title='One of my friends is dying...'/><author><name>blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087368628412828343.post-3150821058962399281</id><published>2006-07-11T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:39:55.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday, Blog... etc.</title><content type='html'>While listening to Adam&amp;#39;s Krebs Cast today, I realized I missed my own blog birthday last week.  Adam was celebrating the one year birthday of his blog and I remembered that I started mine on July 5th last year...  So happy belated birthday, My Secretive Life.  I&amp;#39;ve gone through so many changes and evolutions that it seems this thing is soooo much older.  But it&amp;#39;s not.  It&amp;#39;s a very healthy and&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087368628412828343-3150821058962399281?l=mysecretivelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3150821058962399281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-belated-birthday-blog-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/3150821058962399281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/3150821058962399281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-belated-birthday-blog-etc.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday, Blog... etc.'/><author><name>blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087368628412828343.post-1985312031047018324</id><published>2006-07-10T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:39:55.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Been a few days...</title><content type='html'>... since I last posted.  And there hasn&amp;#39;t been much communication regarding Al&amp;#39;s condition (no news is good news, right?).  I haven&amp;#39;t really thought about it too much, although I keep him in my thoughts.  Thanks for all your well wishes, people... Just keep your fingers crossed that he pulls through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was an interesting one... Friday night, Daryl and I went to the final night of&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087368628412828343-1985312031047018324?l=mysecretivelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1985312031047018324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/been-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/1985312031047018324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/1985312031047018324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/been-few-days.html' title='Been a few days...'/><author><name>blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087368628412828343.post-7443422532146152074</id><published>2006-07-07T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:39:55.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>I'm still trying to process this...</title><content type='html'>For the last eight years of my career in the music biz, there was one journalist who I had continually worked with who was always really sweet... really great... and really respectful.  His name was Al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al was a great man and a really good contact of mine.  He had a 25 year-old magazine based in Phoenix, AZ, of which he was the President and Editor-in-Chief.   When I first started out as a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087368628412828343-7443422532146152074?l=mysecretivelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7443422532146152074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-still-trying-to-process-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/7443422532146152074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/7443422532146152074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-still-trying-to-process-this.html' title='I&amp;#39;m still trying to process this...'/><author><name>blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087368628412828343.post-7329842349428638472</id><published>2006-07-06T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:39:55.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>MY CELL PHONE IS CHEATING ON ME!!!!?!?!?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://somethinginmyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-sarah-spent-her-summer-vacation.html"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7381/705/1600/IMG_1992.jpg" style="margin:0pt 10px 10px 0pt;float:left;width:320px"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so a few months back, y&amp;#39;all saw my post about &lt;a href="http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/oral.html" style="color:rgb(51, 102, 255)"&gt;Toothbrush sex&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Daryl and Gitsie have outdone even &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone (affectionately known as &amp;quot;Sarah&amp;quot;) apparently recently cheated on me when we all went down to Asbury Park a few weeks ago.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daryl has pics and the behind-the-scenes story... like this pic of Sarah sodomizing some tan guy... I feel so violated.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://somethinginmyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-sarah-spent-her-summer-vacation.html" style="color:rgb(51, 102, 255)"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to read it...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel dirty now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087368628412828343-7329842349428638472?l=mysecretivelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7329842349428638472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-cell-phone-is-cheating-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/7329842349428638472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7087368628412828343/posts/default/7329842349428638472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-cell-phone-is-cheating-on-me.html' title='MY CELL PHONE IS CHEATING ON ME!!!!?!?!?!!!'/><author><name>blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087368628412828343.post-5404846446555138149</id><published>2006-07-06T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:39:55.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>It's a sad day for New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mysecretivelife.blogspot.com/"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;s you all probably know by now, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/06/nyregion/06cnd-marriage.html?_r=2&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(51, 102, 255)"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;happened this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wanted to think New Yorkers were a bit more open-minded and hopeful for the future, instead of being close-minded slags who's ideals are based in the Old World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a larger, more pessimistic side kinda knew it wasn't going to happen.  Gay Marriage is still too hot of a controversy for the two generations before me (who hold the Country's power) to understand and comprehend.  Most of our grandparents (and some of our parents) aren't ready to accept it, so it's going to have to happen from within us and our generation, so that when we step up to control the country in a few years, we'll be able to make much-needed changes to the antiquated world around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those in NYC, there's a marriage rally happening tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt; Start time: &lt;/span&gt;6:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt; Location:&lt;/span&gt; Sheridan Square (Christopher Street and 7th Avenue, Manhattan), site of the historical Stonewall uprising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt; Rain location:&lt;/span&gt; LGBT Community Center, 208 West 13th Street&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being the bad gay that I am, I won't be able to make it because of work... but I'll be there in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, there is no other news.  Life continues on in Reyland... I'm starting to feel sick, but Daryl thinks it's from mold allergies since he's been going through allergy hell recently.  My throat hurts (post-nasal drip?), my nose is runny, and I have a slight migraine... which does sound like allergy symptoms.  I'm hoping that's what it is cuz I can't deal with getting sick right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also drying myself out... I didn't have a drink last night and I'm gonna try not to drink tonight.  Try.  There's a Madonnarama going on at &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;Splash &lt;/span&gt;tonight (yes, I hate that club but the beer blasts are fun), but I don't think I'm gonna go.  I have way too much work to do... and I feel sick.  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