<?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-11371735</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:35:31.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skitch this.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Simpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350092488665633881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/morgancs/me4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11371735.post-114531984342964257</id><published>2006-04-17T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:06:23.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So check out that entry a few down. About Florida's horrible drivers. Well - guess where I'm moving this summer! Florida! Sick brah! I am going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to Tampa to be exact. i am in loveee with that city. my new apartment is fucking sweet. &amp; I have an internship at Fueled By Ramen records which I am so excited about. For those of you that don't follow music like I do, I'm sure you've heard of a little band called Fall Out Boy. or Panic! At The Disco. or Paramore. Or The Academy Is. Yep. Fueled By Ramen bands. Now that you're caught up, don't you agree that it's really exciting!!!!!?? Smile &amp; nod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I will be somebody's little slave bitch &amp; taking out the trash &amp; stapling papers &amp; cleaning toilets or whatever interns do. but I'm still fucking stoked. You have to start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sick of school &amp; glad we only have one week left. my poli sci teacher that i have for two classes is awesome. every monday/wednesday/friday i get to learn that bush sucks &amp; our country is run by the largest group of incompetent motherfuckers on the planet. we are doomed! but i come from bush country. i get to hear from boys in pink seersucker pants (how can anyone take them seriously wearing that?) how fabulous our government is &amp; go bush &amp; go war! whooooooooo! i hope when we are nuked they are the first to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that i've covered school &amp; politics, it's time to get to the important shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4&gt;celebrity picture of the week:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Katie Holmes 11 Months Pregnant &amp; Shopping!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/vg0eb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! There are new pictures of Kate shoe shopping atleast every other day. She will probably have baby L. Ron in a shoe store :( It is a bad idea 1. because your feet are swollen &amp; 2. because alien baby could explode out of that apron any second!!!!!!!!!! get your canned goods &amp; bottled water ready folks because we have no idea what this "baby" will be capable of.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am out of things to complain about so this must come to an end. i promise that from now on i will update it sooner than every 6 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11371735-114531984342964257?l=skitchthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114531984342964257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11371735&amp;postID=114531984342964257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/114531984342964257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/114531984342964257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-check-out-that-entry-few-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Simpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350092488665633881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/morgancs/me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/vg0eb9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11371735.post-112968959312185729</id><published>2005-10-18T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:39:53.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP FIVE</title><content type='html'>songs you should download right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. staplegunned - the spill canvas&lt;br /&gt;2. over my head - the fray&lt;br /&gt;3. say anything else - cartel&lt;br /&gt;4. i write sins not tragedies - panic!@thedisco&lt;br /&gt;5. boston - augustana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11371735-112968959312185729?l=skitchthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112968959312185729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11371735&amp;postID=112968959312185729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/112968959312185729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/112968959312185729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/top-five.html' title='TOP FIVE'/><author><name>Simpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350092488665633881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/morgancs/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11371735.post-112961328140792395</id><published>2005-10-18T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:28:01.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm turning into an update whore.</title><content type='html'>i emailed florida this afternoon. jeb bush to be exact. i wrote him a short note letting him know that they have the worst fucking drivers in the country. (minus the profanity, of course. i'm classy.) since june (when i was driving back &amp; forth to Columbia every day &amp; really started to notice), i have almost lost my life on nearly twenty occasions thanks to some asshole with a florida license plate. i'm sure he cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11371735-112961328140792395?l=skitchthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112961328140792395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11371735&amp;postID=112961328140792395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/112961328140792395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/112961328140792395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-turning-into-update-whore.html' title='I&apos;m turning into an update whore.'/><author><name>Simpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350092488665633881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/morgancs/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11371735.post-112900856302536582</id><published>2005-10-11T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:42:11.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed ya biatch!</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated this thing in foreverrr! Tonight we had a surprise party for Kristin. Except it's hard to have a surprise party when the guest of honor shows up before the hosts do. Oops. There was alot of girl talk, food, &amp; ghetto decorations, courtesy of Jennifer. It was alot of fun! I'm so ready for fall break. I sold my Fall Out Boy tickets for a lot of money, because I didn't want to be surrounded by annoying TRL kids all night. I'm thinking I will road trip it to Atlanta for the Cartel show (!!!) &amp; hang out with Phil/the love of my life down @ Tech. We'll seee. I really should be studying for my history test right now, but I'm typing this &amp; facebooking instead. I have my priorities straight, obviously. Night suckas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11371735-112900856302536582?l=skitchthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112900856302536582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11371735&amp;postID=112900856302536582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/112900856302536582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/112900856302536582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/missed-ya-biatch.html' title='Missed ya biatch!'/><author><name>Simpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350092488665633881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/morgancs/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11371735.post-111834457896710045</id><published>2005-06-09T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T12:17:14.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO BASICALLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gorillamask.net/rainbow.shtml"&gt;This kid's parents should be put in jail.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11371735-111834457896710045?l=skitchthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111834457896710045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11371735&amp;postID=111834457896710045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/111834457896710045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/111834457896710045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-basically.html' title='SO BASICALLY'/><author><name>Simpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350092488665633881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/morgancs/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11371735.post-111069397966652893</id><published>2005-03-13T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:14:26.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>%@&amp;# CAMPUS HOUSING</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO WHEN I MOVE BACK TO MY DORM TOMORROW:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 9, 2005 a pipe burst and water flooded the floors of Patterson. The following rooms were affected by the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patterson Room #'s: &lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah and &lt;B&gt;736&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These rooms were entered (March 9, 2005) into and prepped  (i.e.&lt;br /&gt;relocation of furniture, appliances, clothing, and papers within the&lt;br /&gt;confines of the room) for water extraction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;AWESOME, I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11371735-111069397966652893?l=skitchthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111069397966652893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11371735&amp;postID=111069397966652893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/111069397966652893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/111069397966652893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/2005/03/campus-housing.html' title='%@&amp;# CAMPUS HOUSING'/><author><name>Simpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350092488665633881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/morgancs/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11371735.post-111052836039173316</id><published>2005-03-09T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T00:06:00.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't fly Delta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;New York was absolutely fabbbbulous dahling.&lt;/b&gt; And this is going to be the longest thing you ever read in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't accomplish all of my goals. I'm sad to report that there was no Olsen twin sighting, or any celebrity sighting for that matter. I mainly walked around, shopped, went out to dinner, &amp; then moped around the hotel room feeling sick while everyone went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned about people in NYC is that &lt;b&gt;they have no idea that South and North Carolina are two different places&lt;/b&gt;. Approximately 500 people asked if I was from Texas, which was extremely annoying. Then when you tell them South Carolina, they say &lt;b&gt;"Oh yeah! I've been to (insert any city in North Carolina here.)"&lt;/b&gt; I didn't even bother explaining. It's like we don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new aim in life. &lt;b&gt;I am striving to attain the random mass of knowledge of the hotel concierge&lt;/b&gt;. (I'm not going to pretend like i'm smart enough to spell that word or even pronounce it correctly because I can't. I haven't reached that level of wisdom yet.) We called oh-wise-one 500 times a day with our extremely weird requests for types of places we wanted to go. &lt;b&gt;AND THEY KNOW THE ANSWER TO EVERYTHING IMMEDIATELY.&lt;/b&gt; It is absolutely fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first dinner experience was at LIPS. aka &lt;b&gt;"The Ultimate In Drag Dining"&lt;/b&gt;. Lord, what do we get ourselves into. &lt;b&gt;DID YOU KNOW THAT DIET COKE COSTS $4 A GLASS IN NEW YORK CITY?&lt;/b&gt; Because I didn't. And ordered four. I could probably buy 20 liters of coke for the $16 I spent on drinks in that restaurant. I got completely ripped off by drag queens. Awesome. Gem &amp; Regine were my favorites. They sang Cher &amp; Gwen Stefani songs while they ripped us off with their expensive food &amp; diet coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One highlight of the trip was the "Manager's Reception". Basically that meant open bar with all the mixed drinks you want for &lt;b&gt;FREE&lt;/b&gt; for two hours every night. This was even fun for sober people, as I thoroughly enjoyed watching my friends get shitfaced with investment bankers at 5:30 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of the trip was when the maid &lt;b&gt;threw Lesley's bags of brand new clothes away&lt;/b&gt;. Retard. That resulted in the hotel repaying her an obscene amount of money &amp; probably in someone getting fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I GOT DRAGGED TO A HOOKA LOUNGE.&lt;/b&gt; Which I found to be &lt;b&gt;extremely sketch&lt;/b&gt; so I sat there &amp; basically pouted the entire time. That was definitely an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND WE HAD A BLIZZARD!&lt;/b&gt; Okay not really. But that was a hell alot of snow for March. Enough to get my flight cancelled and make me stay an extra night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TALKING TO STRANGERS. I love being delayed &amp; hanging around the airport. I met about everyone on my flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this favorite guy &amp; I talked to him for a really long time. We were having decent conversation until I found out he goes to &lt;b&gt;Florida&lt;/b&gt;, which was an extreme dissapointment. It switched the entire conversation to sports, where I went on about the basketball game &amp; he talked about Spurrier &amp; football which I don't even care about &amp; it just kind of killed the whole thing. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's finally time to come back. They got us out in the freezing weather &amp; put us on a bus, drove us out to the plane, and we sat there forever doing nothing. So finally some bright airport employee called to find out the deal, and the problem was that &lt;b&gt;WE DIDN'T HAVE ANY CREW. WTF!!?&lt;/b&gt; Delta is retarded and should die. It's been in the business long enough to know that if you have a group of people getting on a plane that it needs a pilot. The finally found a crew, and I got to go home, on the very last seat of the plane, by the wings, the loud noise, and the bathroom door. &lt;b&gt;SA-WEET.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be home. If you read this far you must have been really bored and I love you.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11371735-111052836039173316?l=skitchthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111052836039173316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11371735&amp;postID=111052836039173316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/111052836039173316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/111052836039173316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-fly-delta.html' title='Don&apos;t fly Delta.'/><author><name>Simpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350092488665633881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/morgancs/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11371735.post-111052827939384952</id><published>2005-03-02T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T00:04:39.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What! Subtitles? He's speaking English!</title><content type='html'>Does anyone watch The Amazing Race? If so, you probably witnessed one of the funniest moments in the history of televison. The first team kicked off the current season of the show consisted of Ryan and Chuck, two pseudo intellectuals from Inman, South Carolina. (&lt;b&gt;NOTE:&lt;/b&gt; I've lived in SC my entire life &amp; have no clue where this is.) These guys spoke the epitome of the annoying southern accent. So much so, that CBS felt it necessary to use SUBTITLES at the end of the show so we could read what he was saying. SUBTITLES. For someone speaking English. I almost fell out my chair &amp; died laughing. I don't even remember what the conversation was about; I just know that the last sentence ended with something like "it's not like this back home". I LOVE SOUTH CAROLINA! *rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11371735-111052827939384952?l=skitchthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111052827939384952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11371735&amp;postID=111052827939384952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/111052827939384952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/111052827939384952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-subtitles-hes-speaking-english.html' title='What! Subtitles? He&apos;s speaking English!'/><author><name>Simpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350092488665633881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/morgancs/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11371735.post-111052823193617764</id><published>2005-02-27T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T00:03:51.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY PEOPLE SUCK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;WOW A BLOG. AWESOME.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be fun, right! (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'D LIKE TO USE THIS FIRST POST TO EXPRESS MY ABSOLUTE DISGUST FOR CAROLINA BASKETBALL.&lt;/b&gt; It is so incredibly painful to watch, and every game I feel like I'm going to have a stroke at the ripe old age of eighteen from all the stress they cause me. And not only does our team love to piss me off, the people that sit around me do too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;TYPES OF PEOPLE I HATE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1 Girls (and frat boys) that wear pink to games.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please tell how anyone could dare wear pink (or any other pastel color for that matter) at a basketball game. Or any sports event. Note these are the same people that talk on their cell phones the entire time instead of paying any attention. It is absolutely disgusting &amp; you're taking valuable seats away from people that actually care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2 The guy sitting behind me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that kept calling Walsh a TROLL DOLL. It was funny the first time. I actually laughed and told him this. But five times later, NOT SO FUNNY ANYMORE. And ten times later, I wanted to kill him. Yes, he does look like a troll doll. And yes, he missed like, one shot. But right now they're taking away our lead, he's hitting threes, and I can't stand people that talk just to hear their own voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3 Male cheerleaders.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a disgrace to society. Especially that one that never can quite slide to his part of the letter during the SPELL USC WITH OUR BODIES cheer. Just PUT DOWN THE MEGAPHONE. You're blocking my view. Go find a real hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4 The little kid by the student section.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that was doing the whole Atlanta Braves tomahawk bit the whole time. This just added to my disgust of both the Braves and small children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And last, but certainly not least...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5 People that use other sports/games to make up for losing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we lose by one point. And the guys behind me start yelling WE DON'T CARE! WE GOT YOUR OLD FOOTBALL COACH. I am on the verge of bursting into tears from this horrible loss and he is using a football coach as some sort of comeback. OH and I can't forget the guy that said YEAH WELL WE BEAT KENTUCKY SO IT DOESN'T MATTER. Yeah, you're a  real winner. And the guy that was like yeah well our baseball team will beat yours. Unbelieveable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;I hope you never come back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11371735-111052823193617764?l=skitchthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111052823193617764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11371735&amp;postID=111052823193617764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/111052823193617764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11371735/posts/default/111052823193617764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skitchthis.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-people-suck.html' title='WHY PEOPLE SUCK.'/><author><name>Simpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350092488665633881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/morgancs/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
