<?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-11409318</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:13:08.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>badchippo</title><subtitle type='html'>Join me as I return to the world of gay singles and try to keep my sanity intact.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-115454927217488860</id><published>2006-08-02T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:07:52.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Worries</title><content type='html'>Wow, It has been a ling time since I've posted anything on this blog.  I'm really terrible at keeping things like this going.  I am making a determination to begin this thing again.  Now I've been single for a year and a half... I moved out of my last apartment and in with a friend who had an extra bedroom in his house.   I've been doing temp work at a hospital for a residency program for the past 3 months.  The person I was filling in for was on medical leave.  They died of lung cancer yesterday morning.  Now that it's evident that she will not be returning, I may be reassigned soon by the staffing agency when this company posts this position in-house (as is their policy) and somebody qualified interviews for it.  Who knows what I'll be doing next.  I know it will be another administrative professional position, but I have no clue what industry.  Worst case scenario:  I am left with no job and start to get into debt with my friend/roomie/landlord.  Must make plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-115454927217488860?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/115454927217488860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=115454927217488860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/115454927217488860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/115454927217488860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2006/08/current-worries.html' title='Current Worries'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111720432470217669</id><published>2005-05-27T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:32:04.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIAL BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>BTW.... Monday... May 30th... Memorial Day.... is my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;So, I should throw myself an over-the-rainbow, over-the-hill, grave-decorating, cake swallowing, Jamboree..... but unfortunately I work the next day so I can't :(  Fond Memories of cake and icecream at the graveyard filled my childhood (aint that a kick in the head?).&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111720432470217669?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111720432470217669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111720432470217669&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111720432470217669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111720432470217669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/05/memorial-birthday.html' title='MEMORIAL BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111720274565123719</id><published>2005-05-27T06:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:06:11.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Southern Silence"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry my postings have been so sporadic... work is HELL Right now.. I seldom have a day off... and I'm not supposed to use the company PC's for personal use. I've been sick the last couple of days....... fever.... aches.... blah... blah..... doing better today tho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So.... down to the dirt...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A couple of weeks ago my cousin died in her sleep... no explaination so far that I've heard... she was 29 years old and presumed healthy. How does a healthy 29 year old woman die in her sleep... boredom? The family denies that drugs might have been the cause and if the medical examiner deemed her demise the result of an overdose her parents would likely sweep it under the rug. We all knew she'd had problems with drugs and heavy drinking in the past... she apparently told her parents that her act was squeaky clean now and that she'd turned over a new leaf. As far as I know, she never did any alcohol rehab or recieved any official help with the drug problem. I'm fairly convinced that she overdosed and my family just doesn't want the truth known. Southern Silence I've heard it called... unpleasant things aren't spoken of. The rugs of Kentucky households must have trap doors under them for all the sweeping they do to keep up appearances. ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I'm leaving for work now.... GTG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciao Bellas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111720274565123719?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111720274565123719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111720274565123719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111720274565123719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111720274565123719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/05/southern-silence.html' title='&quot;Southern Silence&quot;'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111602728832769177</id><published>2005-05-13T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:34:48.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hung over a bit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Well, I kinda went on an almost-date... can you believe that?  Nice guy, very sincere grad student with a sense of humor.  We started with a cofee date that then moved to the bar down from my house.. then a bar across town that was having hip-hop night.  Why I enjoyed hip-hop night, I'm not sure.... I think it was the booze, lol.  Needless to say, I over-did it a weeee bit and I worked today with a mild hangover.  Perhaps I shuold try not drinking on wweeknights, which seems like an obvious solution, yet apparently is beyond my ability to accomplish.  PEOPLE KEEP INVITING ME OUT! lol....   Normally I'm the bad influence... well, I probably still am to some extent... I don't think I've quite lost the title yet.  Well, I have late-night munhcies dishes to wash so I gotta get to it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Ciao 4 now peeps.... buhbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Badchippo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111602728832769177?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111602728832769177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111602728832769177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111602728832769177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111602728832769177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/05/hung-over-bit.html' title='Hung over a bit...'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111531984366822174</id><published>2005-05-05T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T10:32:03.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology Post....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not that I think I have many loyal readers... but to those whom may per chance surf by... I apologize for my tardy posting... It's been HELL at work... taking crap home almost every day.... trying to get stuff ready for school... now I don't know if I'll even go through with this online coursework thing... I don't have the time and I can't cut my hours... ARRRRGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have an old degree they aren't using? I'd appreciate someone saving me the time, effort, and honesty.... I don't need that.. I just need credentials. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm out on my own... in a sense... I pay my half of the rent early... I pay the bills early and my roomie pays his half promptly.... I have cable and broadband at the house now... I am going furniture shopping this weekend for bedding and a chest of drawers. ..... (AND SO ENDS THE POST I STARTED LAST WEEK).... NOW It's the 11th and here's the rest of the story.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK... Now it's Wednsday... and I just cleaned my computer of a VIRUS ADWARE MALWARE TROJAN ANNOYING STUPID BAD THING... (I'm toning that down a bit.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basically.... I was recieving error messages EVEN WHILE OFFLINE telling me to download a registry cleaner that's supposed to stop the messages from popping up.... now of course the registry cleaner is probably just another damned virus so i didn't bite the bait... only problem is the darn messages wouldn't go away... and they kept changing.... everything from "antivirus protection" to a disney world vacation and all of them disguised as windows system dialogues.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT TOOK NORTON, McAfee, Panda, AND Kaspersky to find this thing... (Kaspersky finally got rid of it.)  So now I'm back and Blogging.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciao 4 Now hunnies...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buhbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111531984366822174?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111531984366822174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111531984366822174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111531984366822174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111531984366822174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/05/apology-post.html' title='Apology Post....'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111461170917050575</id><published>2005-04-27T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T09:21:49.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERNET ACCESS FROM HOME AT LAST!</title><content type='html'>HEY PEOPLES!&lt;br /&gt;I now have internet access from home!  Isn't that FAgulous?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work right now, but I thought I'd post since I haven't in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao4now&lt;br /&gt;cye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111461170917050575?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111461170917050575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111461170917050575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111461170917050575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111461170917050575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/04/internet-access-from-home-at-last.html' title='INTERNET ACCESS FROM HOME AT LAST!'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111279270848504182</id><published>2005-04-06T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T08:05:08.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/289/4981/640/MEBW47.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/289/4981/320/MEBW47.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE GOT TO LOSE MY MARRIAGE WEIGHT SO I'LL LOOK LIKE THIS AGAIN!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111279270848504182?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111279270848504182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111279270848504182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111279270848504182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111279270848504182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-got-to-lose-my-marriage-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111279213715239471</id><published>2005-04-06T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T08:23:44.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is a bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, since the first of the month fell on a friday this month it was one HELL of a busy day. I didn't get anything done. So now, it's the 6th of the month and I'm still trying to get these month-end reports done for march. FUN FUN FUN. Oh, well.... I guess I should get back to work -- this crap won't type itself. Ciao Bellas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111279213715239471?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111279213715239471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111279213715239471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111279213715239471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111279213715239471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/04/work-is-bitch.html' title='Work is a bitch.'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111262898437205197</id><published>2005-04-04T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T10:37:36.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAGULOUS NEW RESIDENCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My new roomie and I are entirely, unequivocally, indisputably GAY. We took a pile of hand-me-down furniture and worthless nicknacks and create a pretty damned cool living room! I'll have to take pics and post them for ya's. First we got a dark green leather sofa from a member of our church (Episcopal) and this sorta native-american upolstered chair and ottoman. Both pieces had been in her town-house in the suburbs. She's as old as the pope was (84) but she has more energy than I do at 23. She recently moved into a small apartment and needed a smaller set, so she gave us the leather set for almost NOTHING. And we built an entertainment center out of brick and old boards. It's just wonderfully urban and close to downtown and close to the theatre district and our church and our favorite coffee shop. LOCATION, Mary, Location! I'm very pleased with my new apartment. OH, and we have interesting lesbian neighbors that ignore the no pets policy and own a veritable petting zoo, however there is no noticable odor in their apartment from their cats -- none whatsoever (very clean lesbians). I'm not opposed to cats as long as the litterbox in emptied regularly enough to avoid a stinky house. I'm rambling now, sorry.... I'm typing this at work in between customers and I keep losing my train of thought. Where was I? OH... My roomie and I decided to toast our new livingroom with some Blue Moon Belgian White Ale and also some smirnoff twisted black cherry. I AM SOOOOO HUNGOVER It's pitiful. I'm just sitting here, half-asleep, typing and listening to Wanda Wisdom's podcast@ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luckybitchradio.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.luckybitchradio.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; . This is my monday morning ritual.&lt;br /&gt;WEll KiDDiEs.... It's time to get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao4Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111262898437205197?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111262898437205197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111262898437205197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111262898437205197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111262898437205197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/04/fagulous-new-residence.html' title='FAGULOUS NEW RESIDENCE!'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111221262493093722</id><published>2005-03-30T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:57:04.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO MANY CHANGES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so I have keys in my pocket for a new apartment. I've signed the lease, they've finished painting, and I've purchased an airbed. It would seem that I am ready to go. HOWEVER, when I went to pick up my keys, a friend who has been apartment hunting as of late viewed one of my landlord's other available units. It's GORGEOUS; 12 ft. vaulted ceilings, hardwood floors throughout, terra-cotta tile in the kitchen, HUGE living room, and a total of 10 very tall arched windows, and it's in an old brick plantation style mansion. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved the apartment I signed a lease for. But this apartment is just heels over pantyhose above and beyond what I would expect for the price. SO, we're changing my lease, and I'm splitting the huge 2 bedroom unit with my friend. So far we have written down 23 house rules to ease our transition into urban cohabitation. A couple of these rules may seem a little ridiculous to most people. But he and I are slightly neurotic and they make perfect sense to us, lol. Here are a couple of the more entertaining ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No health or beauty products are to be left out in plain sight in the bathroom unless there is a house consensus on the attractiveness of said products' packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No hard-heeled or hard-soled shoes are to be worn on the wood floors for any amount of time longer than is necessary to lace them and exit the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A weekly chore list will be agreed upon and posted on the refrigerator each Sunday. Any chores left undone by a roommate will become that person's responsibility for the following two weeks so that they may gain aptitude to the task they found so difficult to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we nuts? Lemme know what you think! :)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao4now brown cows&lt;br /&gt;TTFN and buhbye &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111221262493093722?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111221262493093722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111221262493093722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111221262493093722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111221262493093722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/03/too-many-changes.html' title='TOO MANY CHANGES'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111196747470938404</id><published>2005-03-27T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:51:14.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Fair Play?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, I'll come clean... My biggest pet peeve, the thing that irks me more than anything is when people are playing a game, let's say a board game, and they change the rules every time it's someone else's turn. I mean if 6 adults can't play a simple board game by the rules then that's just pitiful! If you want to change something about the rules then FINE change it before we start, but don't make up new rules as we go along. If it's not a fair game, it's not fun for me. I hate that. And when I speak up I'm spoiling the party. When I try to be the voice of reason, I'm the party-pooper. What are we? Children? I'm the youngest person in the room and I've always been under the impression that educated adults were capable of following directions. Apparently, this isn't so. Call it a superiority complex, maybe it is, but I don't care! I open the cereal box from the proper end. I open the orange juice on the correct side. I even read the directions when popping a different brand of microwave popcorn. Perhaps I'm neurotic but at least I know that if I fuck something up it's not because I didn't read the instructions. At least I know that my errors are my own and I can own up to them. I don't blame the task for my inaptitude. If I don't know the answer I don't pick a different question, I admit that I just don't know. And I can respect myself everyday because I know that I have that much Integrity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciao, and buhbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111196747470938404?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111196747470938404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111196747470938404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111196747470938404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111196747470938404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-fair-play.html' title='This is Fair Play?'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111189294855462649</id><published>2005-03-26T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:09:08.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going the fuck away party?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apparently my ex thought it would be a good idea to host a Easter Sunday brunch, and so, we're having one. A couple of people from the church are invited.... One being assisting clergy.... And this assisting Rev. decided to invite a couple more people. WELL, I haven't mentioned this in the blog before so here it goes... A week before my ex and I broke up a friend of ours broke up with his boyfriend of 15 months. He has been staying with us while he's house-shopping and apartment-hunting. One of the people the Rev. invited is HIS EX. So this should make for an interesting party. The friend that is staying with us has decided to invite his new love-interest to the shindig as well. HEHEHE... Here's the kicker: The new love-interest is the EX of his EX. So if this poor guy shows up he'll be attending a brunch with both his ex's and watching me pack my boxes to move into my new apartment on Monday. THIS PROMISES TO BE AN INTERESTING HOLIDAY! Wish me luck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciao4Now Brown Cows ttfn and buhbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111189294855462649?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111189294855462649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111189294855462649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111189294855462649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111189294855462649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/03/going-fuck-away-party.html' title='Going the fuck away party?'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111177658695106054</id><published>2005-03-25T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:51:09.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Week at a Polish Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not Polish, I just work in a neighborhood that was traditionally very Polish for years and years. This neighborhood is mostly black now but there are still some older solidarity-banner waiving stubborn natives floating around the block. So, for obvious reasons, the polish suburbians flood the gates here at the old market the week before Easter buying their butter lambs and chocolates and pierogi. There are thousands of them! I never realized how many people in this city are either polish or catholic. It's amazing. This market is empty 360 days a year until the week before Easter and then it is completely packed. But that doesn't mean I'm getting any extra business -- just the oppostie in fact. The holidays do this to us here at the payment center. Everyone spends their money on festive decorations and food and food and more food. So NEXT WEEK will be Hell for me.... I'm still on crutches, I'm moving into my new apartment Monday (if they've finished the repainting), and Everyone will be playing catch-up on their bills. And to top it all of, my boss is going to be out of town the ENTIRE month of April. Well at least I didn't have to take any time off from work because of my injury. I'll still be able to pay my rent and buy my bed and so on. I'm at work right now -- leg on a chair, crutches at armslength. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But on a lighter note, I recently had coffee with a very nice boy. We had a nice chat and released some bitterness about our respective ex's. It was enjoyable. But I'm not really looking for a boyfriend and neither is he. I just need a romp in the hay as soon as I move into my new apartment! Like as soon as I unpack I need to get fucked silly! :) "NOW TAKING APPLICATIONS" Who want's to break in this revirginized queer that hasn't been laid in MONTHS? Send a headshot and your resume complete with references to 1 Lonely and Desperate St. Rear Apartment. Buffalo, NY 99999&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEll, That's all for now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciao4now brown cows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ttfn and buhbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111177658695106054?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111177658695106054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111177658695106054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111177658695106054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111177658695106054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter-week-at-polish-market.html' title='Easter Week at a Polish Market'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111158725655569626</id><published>2005-03-23T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T09:19:17.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crippled CSM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry so sporadic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ladies and Gentlequeers I know it's been a li'l while since I've posted ont his durn thing. But I have an excuse from my doctor! Saturday night I slipped on somebody's spilled martini on the dancefloor at this -seemingly fabulous - bar. I fell into sidesplits and my knee-cap was on the back of my leg. The bar was so crowded and loud that nobody could hear me screaming. Although, I did get a standing ovation from two faghags that thought I'd meant to fall into the splits. (but, nobody helped me up) The bartenders seemed fairly unconcerned with my injury and in fact, they didn't even hold the door open for the poor crippled fag on his way out and to the ER. So I spent almost as much time at the hospital as I had at the bar and now I'm on crutches with this big velcro thing on my leg. They call it an imobilizer (doesn't that sound like a "startrek" weapon?). So, since the computer is upstairs and I'm stuck downstairs this week I haven't had the chance to type atcha lately. But I'll make up for it! Currently I'm posting from work, which would normally be a big no-no, but I'm here by my lonesome and It's a slow morning here because it's a holiday week. People in the ghetto go ALL OUT for the holiday's lemme tell ya! They will spend their whole tax refund no chocolate bunnies and eggs and airbrushed paintings of black Jesus's with eyes that follow you around the room (a bit creepy?). They have no cash left to pay their bills... so NEXT WEEK should be fun for me.... everyone's trying to pay their bills late and bitching because their service is off. For some reason, it seems like less effort to come whine to me after the fact than to just call customer service and ask for an extension BEFORE they're disconnected. For those of you that don't know this.... I manage a little payment center for cell phone bills in da hood here in Buffalo, NY. We are in business because nobody in this enighborhood has a checking account or a decent credit history. They have to pay cash for EVERYTHING and most cellular companies prefer taking paymetns by check, credit, debit, etc. Needless to say, I deal with some really interesting characters on a daily basis. Everything from pimps and their crackwhores to thugs and their arm jewelry (dey hoes). So, this week I'm the crippled white boy behind the bullet-proof glass praying I don't get mugged ont eh way to the bus stop. WISH ME LUCK! Type atcha lata!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao4Now&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;br /&gt;and bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111158725655569626?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111158725655569626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111158725655569626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111158725655569626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111158725655569626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/03/crippled-csm.html' title='The Crippled CSM'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111119997465001384</id><published>2005-03-18T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:41:05.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumroll please.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry I took so long to post again.&lt;br /&gt;I've been apartment hunting and working...... but it's all over now...... I signed a lease!!!..... The place is small, but cozy -- wood floors. Allentown... the gay ghetto. It's really not a bad apartment and the rent is just the right price -- dirt cheap. Now comes the seemingly endless task of saving up for decent furniture and I can't say I'm not looking forward to having things I can call my own again. It's exciting and stressful at the same time. I'm gonna buy an airmattress to get me through the first couple of weeks while I find a reasonably priced platform bed. (I haven't owned one before but they just look so darned classy.) Anyone know a good place to find them? just comment and lemme know. So, I've started listening to podcasts to make the workday go faster. Two days in and I'm an addict -- these things are like crack -- 45 minutes to an hour long and you're immediately clicking away, trying to get another fix. I never thought I could listen to anyone just talk about nothing for an hour at a time but it's sooooo easy. I guess that's because the people are real, it's not some script being read by a voice with the sole purpose of creating a scene. It's like reality TV for the radio generation and the email generation at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;Well..... It's bed time. Get some sleep all you night-owls reading blogs until the wee hours!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao4now brown cow ttfn and Bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111119997465001384?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111119997465001384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111119997465001384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111119997465001384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111119997465001384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/03/drumroll-please.html' title='Drumroll please.......'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11409318.post-111068544937656026</id><published>2005-03-13T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:44:55.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome! This is my blog. I wasn't certain I would ever be a "blogger" and I am getting used to the idea slowly. Right now in my life I have quite a few adjustments to make... Recently Made Single. I have to be a whole person again without the aid of another person. I'm scared -- not a little bit. But I move on and search for apartments and furniture. I may have to start with a folding chair and a sleeping bag this time, while I wait for my savings to climb. I don't make much money here in Buffalo, the financial armpit of the northeast. Well, I hope you are fascinated by my zany adventures as I post them from my perspective on this blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ENJOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11409318-111068544937656026?l=badchippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/feeds/111068544937656026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11409318&amp;postID=111068544937656026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111068544937656026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11409318/posts/default/111068544937656026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badchippo.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning...'/><author><name>badchippo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01403674904098575898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/badchippo/MEBWsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
