<?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-10849241</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:36:11.534-06:00</updated><category term='new order'/><title type='text'>the adventures of ginger girl</title><subtitle type='html'>blogging about the things i like most: the rememberance of things past, music, friends, and ny times articles that make me laugh/cry/or want to change the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579730504740855741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.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-10849241.post-8929333211844679979</id><published>2007-06-22T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:25:58.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; finally can say i've been able to close the door on three men that have been on my mind lately. one i'll always be in contact with, and he's a great friend to me. it's a shame that bruno and i can't meet at rainbo club once a week to chat just like we could when i lived in chicago. it's hard having friends that from my chicago days (claire &amp; vince, too) that i don't see face to face regularly. it's not a bad thing either. i'll always have their support. and hey, there's email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy #2: only around for about 3 months (met him right before my april fool's resolution), and it just never really ever went anywhere. he told me he "liked me, but (he) wasn't always available." meaning the whole "i'm really busy, but know that i like you back" type thing. that conversation occured @ an undisclosed location after he bought me three shots of jager. it was almost as though he needed those shots more than i did. then he left the bar before i did that night. after that, nothing ever moved on. you'd think that after telling someone you liked them, that you'd try to make it happen so to speak. at least that's what i'd say. (p.s. i totally stole that line from an elliott smith song off the "new moon" compliation. it rocks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, it just feels like the situation remained idle and then totally dropped by him. it's a very stupid thing that a grown-but-obviously-immature man is capable of doing that. we had a little run in a couple of days ago and i have no desire of ever speaking to him or acknowledging his presence. anyhow, i'm cool with it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy #3: much to the dismay of friends that already know this situation, i sent someone from the past (2002-2004) a cd from his amazon wish list. we haven't spoken in 3.5 years. i know he got the cd on monday or tuesday (thanks to tracking a package) and now his wishlist is no longer public. i'm wondering if he's going to return the cd back to amazon or hold onto it. i'm not expecting a response back from him directly. but if he returns the cd, than i'll know he wished i'd never contacted him. to people who know the situation, i've finally got the closure i needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those that don't here's some good advice: don't be afraid to take a risk, but don't assume the outcome before it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i haven't been swimming in about two years. i'm breaking in my new swimsuit next week after my weekly scrabble game. yes, i have a weekly scrabble game. my partners consist of a lady friend/drinking buddy/dance partner/fellow lover of kings of leon and live music who's my age. and a classmate of hers. he keeps winning and he's younger than us. my goal before the end of summer is for one of us to beat him. i did score 27 pts. with spelling "herpes" though. it was a moment that i even had to capture with the camera on my phone. okay enough with the scrabble talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been reading more these past few weeks. so far working through: Susan Sontag's On Photography, Craig Seligman's excellent book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?path=ASIN/1582433119&amp;amp;link_code=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;tag=occasionalsub-20&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Sontag &amp;amp; Kael: Opposites Attract Me&lt;/a&gt;, about critics Susan Sontag and Pauline Kael, and tons of old fashion magazines. reading both of the aforementioned books have been incredible so far. makes me want to write a research paper, and i haven't felt that since my comp 2 class six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be attending school in the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-8929333211844679979?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8929333211844679979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10849241&amp;postID=8929333211844679979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/8929333211844679979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/8929333211844679979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/bittersweet-longing-for-things-persons.html' title='A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past'/><author><name>ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579730504740855741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10849241.post-8669446318733055551</id><published>2007-05-11T02:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:25:35.757-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new order'/><title type='text'>everybody's changing and i don't feel the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i thought i'd downsize this quiz just a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current fears: dying in my sleep, and how much higher the price of gas will rise&lt;br /&gt;current goals: getting rid of what i don't need&lt;br /&gt;favorite carbonated beverage: mexican coke in the glass bottles&lt;br /&gt;adidas or puma:  &lt;a href="http://www.puma.com"&gt;puma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;do i smoke?: no i quit. thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.chantix.com"&gt;chantix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, a trip to chicago and claire's godawful pack of marlboro ultra lights. they were the nastiest things i have ever smoked in my entire life. considering claire was with me when i bought my first ever pack of cigs (dunhill lights in the white box) as a 19 year old, i thank her greatly for the nasty-ass ultra lights now. esp. since i've considered myself a non-smoker for 1-month-10 days-and almost 2 hours. whew!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i smoked half of that first pack as a nineteen year old in record time. look how far i've come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuss?: does "nastyass" count?&lt;br /&gt;have i come to terms with the fact that my first love was an experience that i needed to have? yes&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i got caught doing something "bad"? last night i got pulled over four freaking blocks from my house. i was speeding since i needed to use the bathroom really really bad, and the cop actually was quite nice. she let me go probably since i told her "i have to go to the bathroom. here's my title/driver's license/registration. i live 4 blks. away if you follow me there, then we can talk."&lt;br /&gt;do i feel a great sense of support from family/friends? yes&lt;br /&gt;tattoos: two. the second's getting finished next week (finally).&lt;br /&gt;movie everyone should see: winged migration. it's all about the birds people!&lt;br /&gt;what country would you most like to visit: antartica&lt;br /&gt;number of things in my past that I regret: right now? at 2 am? not getting enough sleep for the past couple of nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for everyone's most frequently posted category that i see on blogs/myspace: what do you look for in a partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best eye color: if you understand this phrase "oh, you've got blue eyes, oh you've green eyes, oh, you've got grey eyes" then you know what i mean. (hint: it's from my top #1 ever written new order song)&lt;br /&gt;hair color: brown&lt;br /&gt;short or long hair: short and shaggy. quintessential rocker boy hair. i'm not into the rattail.&lt;br /&gt;height: tall guys (i've always been a sucker for the tall ones)&lt;br /&gt;best articles of clothing: well fitting broken in jeans with a cool t-shirt (i also wink/smile at men in tuxes) and french firemen (les pompiers as they are know) are impeccable. they are part of the military :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-8669446318733055551?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8669446318733055551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10849241.post-9173949614372966923</id><published>2007-05-09T02:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T02:17:28.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kool aid pickles!</title><content type='html'>this is the funniest food article i've ever read in the new york times...i love that little kids are devising new ways to eat things as simple as pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds of when i was little (and still to this day) eating winstead's "well done" french fries dipped into a butterscotch shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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Outside&lt;br /&gt;- Name: erica&lt;br /&gt;- Nickname: vlad (to my family)&lt;br /&gt;- Birth date: 14 january 1980 (just three years before the big 3-0)&lt;br /&gt;- Birthplace: suburban medical center&lt;br /&gt;- Current Location: kansas&lt;br /&gt;- Eye Color: hazel&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Color: reddish brown&lt;br /&gt;- Height: 5 ft 3&lt;br /&gt;- Righty or Lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac sign: capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: On The Inside&lt;br /&gt;- Your heritage: prussian/french/scottish/west virginian&lt;br /&gt;- The shoes you wore today: black merrill mary janes&lt;br /&gt;- Who you look like: mom from the nose up, dad from the nose down&lt;br /&gt;- Your weakness: makeup, shoes, purses, fresh clementines&lt;br /&gt;- Your fears: being alone, dying young&lt;br /&gt;- Your perfect pizza: from lombardi's in nyc&lt;br /&gt;- Goal you'd like to achieve: live a healthier life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- Your most overused phrase on AIM: i don't use AIM&lt;br /&gt;- Your thoughts first waking up: ugh&lt;br /&gt;- Your best physical feature: my nose&lt;br /&gt;- Your bedtime: somewhere between midnight&amp;2 am&lt;br /&gt;- Your most missed memory: being 7 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: Your Pick&lt;br /&gt;- Pepsi or Coke: coke from a fountain.&lt;br /&gt;- McDonalds or Burger King: mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;- Adidas or Nike: adidas&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Cappuccino or coffee: coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: Do You?&lt;br /&gt;- Smoke: unfortunately i still do&lt;br /&gt;- Cuss: i still use the word "fuck" and "shit" quite frequently&lt;br /&gt;- Sing: in the car&lt;br /&gt;- Have a crush: oh yes&lt;br /&gt;- Think you've been in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Like high school: no. i liked middle school.&lt;br /&gt;- Want to get married: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in yourself: more often than i used to&lt;br /&gt;- Get motion sickness: only if i'm sitting in the backseat of a car for too long&lt;br /&gt;- Think you're attractive: yes (my friend's boyfriend told her she needed to take on the self-image i have)&lt;br /&gt;- Think you're a health freak: no, but i live with two of them&lt;br /&gt;- Get along with your parents: more than i used to&lt;br /&gt;- Like thunderstorms: yes!!&lt;br /&gt;- Play an instrument: not currently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: In the past month...&lt;br /&gt;- Drank alcohol: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Smoked: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Done a drug: no&lt;br /&gt;- Eaten an entire box of Oreo's: no&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage: if they're referring to my work: all the time&lt;br /&gt;- Gone skating: no&lt;br /&gt;- Gone skinny-dipping: no&lt;br /&gt;- Dyed your hair: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Stolen anything: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: Ever.&lt;br /&gt;- Played a game that required removal of clothing: yes (i hosted a thanksgiving party a couple years ago; the evening ended w/strip spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: see age 20-23&lt;br /&gt;- Been caught doing "something": yes&lt;br /&gt;- Been called a tease: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Gotten beaten up: never&lt;br /&gt;- Shoplifted: a book &amp; an elliott smith cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older&lt;br /&gt;- Age you hope to be married: 35&lt;br /&gt;- Numbers and Names of Children: don't know if i want children, but i really like the names scarlett &amp; ivy&lt;br /&gt;- Describe your dream wedding: intimate, but beautiful (and i still want connie to sing a wilco song at my wedding)&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die: without me even knowing that it's happening&lt;br /&gt;- What do you want to be when you grow up: somehow involved in education&lt;br /&gt;- What country would you most like to visit: antartica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: In a partner&lt;br /&gt;- Best eye color: green eyes&lt;br /&gt;- Hair color: blondish&lt;br /&gt;- Short or long hair: short and shaggy. quintessential rocker boy hair.&lt;br /&gt;- Height: tall guys&lt;br /&gt;- Weight: average&lt;br /&gt;- Best articles of clothing: well fitting broken in jeans with a cool t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...&lt;br /&gt;- Number of people I could trust with my life: seven-ten&lt;br /&gt;- Number of CDs that I own: around 400+&lt;br /&gt;- Number of piercings: of the ones i actually use: three, they're all in the ears&lt;br /&gt;- Number of tattoos: two, and i just got a new one (so itchy)&lt;br /&gt;- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: four&lt;br /&gt;- Number of things in my past that I regret: too many to count at this time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-5545649881494086074?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5545649881494086074/comments/default' 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src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10849241.post-111981656395267069</id><published>2005-06-26T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:10:27.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new job</title><content type='html'>i hadn't posted in so long that i thought i might tell you about my new job. i work at a dead mall at a &lt;a href="http://www.lancome.com"&gt;lancome counter&lt;/a&gt;.  oh yeah. free stuff and i get to change my makeup at least three times a day out of utter boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up...my annual lipgloss winners!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-111981656395267069?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10849241.post-111929131882486460</id><published>2005-06-20T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:33:40.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my so-called celibate life</title><content type='html'>thanks to a few years back when &lt;a href="http://bravermundo.blogspot.com"&gt;bex&lt;/a&gt;  introduced me to the &lt;a href="http://www.pernicebrothers.com"&gt;pernice brothers&lt;/a&gt; i'm currently really enjoying the new album.  the above title of this post is the best track on the album. it's upbeat and the perfect summer track to kick off the first day of summer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that i'm also digging the bloc party cd and still spinning the latest &lt;a href="http://www.mergerecords.com"&gt;spoon&lt;/a&gt;  cd. bex and i saw spoon last week and it brought back memories of the second time i saw spoon. i was 22 and had just quit smoking so i was knitting a sweater for myself to keep my hands busy. sitting next to me was a friend's friend that i had just been introduced to by my partner in crime and favorite person to see shows with: &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/thearcanemodel2"&gt;toulouse&lt;/a&gt;. (go read her blog! it's awesome) i'll call this guy will. he was nine years older than me and i was growing heavily intrested in by the minute. we began flirting with classic lines like "so, ginger, what do you study?" "i don't know, but i'd like to study you...heh heh." also at some point i couldn't see the keyboard player (who apparently was doing very funny stuff according to will) so i asked jokingly if i could sit on his lap. "sure," he said. "can i call you big daddy?" he laughed and moved his chair as much as he could just so i could see.  after a couple of weeks, we got to know each other a bit better and kinda got involved. for a year and a half. he was noncommital and didn't want a girlfriend, but i kept seeing him anyway. things ended badly on the rainiest day in chicago a day after i had returned from my grandmother's funeral. he broke my heart. he left me for his current girlfriend who was underage at the time and about four years younger than me. i still miss will wherever he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-111929131882486460?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111929131882486460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10849241&amp;postID=111929131882486460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/111929131882486460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/111929131882486460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-so-called-celibate-life.html' title='my so-called celibate life'/><author><name>ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579730504740855741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10849241.post-111929402242957750</id><published>2005-06-20T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:00:22.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/78504094@N00/20515478/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/20515478_be011601e3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/78504094@N00/20515478/"&gt;doll&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/78504094@N00/"&gt;traceythorn&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in case you're wondering what i look like (stalker!) here's me as a doll.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-111929402242957750?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111929402242957750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10849241&amp;postID=111929402242957750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/111929402242957750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/111929402242957750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/doll.html' title='doll'/><author><name>ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579730504740855741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10849241.post-110990172948852207</id><published>2005-03-03T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T19:02:09.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>job and boys.</title><content type='html'>work is going really well so far. i can close and open the store by myself. actually starting tuesday i'm on my own. i love love love my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long do you have to wait for a boy to call you?&lt;br /&gt;i mean really people. they should wait a day, then call. if you're a boy and you're reading this...take my advice: don't make girls wait cause we get fucking impatient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-110990172948852207?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110990172948852207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10849241&amp;postID=110990172948852207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/110990172948852207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/110990172948852207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/job-and-boys.html' title='job and boys.'/><author><name>ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579730504740855741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10849241.post-110958379009543601</id><published>2005-02-28T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T02:43:10.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven knows i'm miserable</title><content type='html'>so, if you are familiar with my financial status this may bore you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently with an unstable bank account, $$$ owed to the gap and the banana of the republic, and god knows what to my mother (god bless that sweet sweet woman) i am considering a second job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in luck, paper source wants me! paper source! ok that is just the coolest. i've been shopping there since they opened. it seems like an easy job. roll paper up, smile, rearrange loose items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes just for this interview i have the best outfit ever! (again, once i can post pictures, the pigs will fly)&lt;br /&gt;denim skirt&lt;br /&gt;black vintage blazer with nice beading on the collar&lt;br /&gt;super fantastic (tm manolo's shoe blog) lisa nading heels&lt;br /&gt;and that rad hot sauce shirt i stole from bex (please don't go to her page and rat me out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes ladies and gents i don't care about the weather and bare legs, because hotness always comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. can someone get my lip ring out before day one at the body shop? pretty please? i'll give you special times with griffin. he likes to snuggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-110958379009543601?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110958379009543601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10849241&amp;postID=110958379009543601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/110958379009543601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/110958379009543601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/heaven-knows-im-miserable.html' title='heaven knows i&apos;m miserable'/><author><name>ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579730504740855741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10849241.post-110958312254029521</id><published>2005-02-28T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T02:32:02.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all black. and i'm not a goth.</title><content type='html'>bex (aka my sister) took me to the standard warehouse sale where i bought, guess what, that's right black clothing. i also made off with a hot sauce shirt that was meant for bex, but i'm wearing it a to job interview at paper source tomorrow. plus we have a rule about sharing clothes: as long as i clean it after wearing it, it's all good. bexie, i know you don't smoke anymore and as long as you let me smoke in the car occasionally...we're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i scored the coolest shoes ever! (once i figure out how to post a pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then banana republic and old navy became the rest of our afternoon. by the way, the harrison pant is no longer the holy grail...that would be the ahem! camden fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you see me on my way to work, i'm not a goth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-110958312254029521?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110958312254029521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10849241&amp;postID=110958312254029521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/110958312254029521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10849241/posts/default/110958312254029521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-black-and-im-not-goth.html' title='all black. and i&apos;m not a goth.'/><author><name>ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579730504740855741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10849241.post-110957157681331401</id><published>2005-02-27T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:21:27.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he called. finally.</title><content type='html'>so, have i told you the one about the guy who i met that gave me the best thing ever? and no it wasn't head...a few months ago i sat six inches apart from a boy younger than me on his bed and spent the next six hours confessing secrets and lies. nothing happened. and we were listening to ida. on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flash forward a moment when i actually got "cajones" and well, empowered by my hair guru called him. "hey i'm in town for the weekend...i'm bored. wanna hang out?"&lt;br /&gt;this resulted in a repeat of the above. except ida was traded for fiona apple and then traded back again. little clothing was worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently prompted by finding his business card among the five trillion boxes i moved from chicago to kc, i called. and he called back. we're making plans. vince tells me he'll call "within a week." keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. by younger, i mean by a couple of years. not underage. ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-110957157681331401?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110957157681331401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>it's about fucking time.</title><content type='html'>so. after three interviews, i now am offically the asst. manager at the body shop. welcome to wearing all black and always smelling like orange. no thanks to the satsuma oil burning constantly in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new boss is very very cool and it's a small staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm off to purchase the holy grail of pants: the banana republic harrison pant. oh yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-110914838806155005?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110914838806155005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10849241&amp;postID=110914838806155005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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the night at a man's house. we made out (that's all, i promise) but come morning i realized i had to return my dad's car before 8am and took off. said man offered to drive me back to my car, but i said didn't want him to have to get up and i figured it wasn't that far anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just up the street" the night before seemed like a super short drive, but while on foot thanking myself for wearing a wool sweater i realized that my car (near our mutual friend's) was alot further away. like. almost. a. mile. thank god i wasn't wearing heels. i had to cross two very busy streets without crosswalks to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to charley, it wasn't a walk of shame...it was "a walk of glory." ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-110914817841466428?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10849241.post-110850728115442212</id><published>2005-02-15T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:44:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i stole this from carly. thanks.</title><content type='html'>LAYER ONE: On The Outside&lt;br /&gt;- Name: erica&lt;br /&gt;- Nickname: ginger, vlad, ebear, doll face&lt;br /&gt;- Birth date: 14 january 1980&lt;br /&gt;- Birthplace: prairie village, ks&lt;br /&gt;- Current Location: kansas&lt;br /&gt;- Eye Color: hazel&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Color: reddish brown&lt;br /&gt;- Height: 5 ft 3&lt;br /&gt;- Righty or Lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac sign: capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: On The Inside&lt;br /&gt;- Your heritage: prussian/french/scottish/west virginian&lt;br /&gt;- The shoes you wore today: red crocs&lt;br /&gt;- Who you look like: both, it depends whom i'm standing next to&lt;br /&gt;- Your weakness: makeup, shoes&lt;br /&gt;- Your fears: being alone&lt;br /&gt;- Your perfect pizza: no sauce and four cheeses&lt;br /&gt;- Goal you'd like to achieve: become queen of the universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- Your most overused phrase on AIM: hee hee&lt;br /&gt;- Your thoughts first waking up: why do i have to be awake?&lt;br /&gt;- Your best physical feature: my mouth&lt;br /&gt;- Your bedtime: 2 am&lt;br /&gt;- Your most missed memory: driving around with my friend john during the summer of 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: Your Pick&lt;br /&gt;- Pepsi or Coke: pepsi from a can. coke from a fountain.&lt;br /&gt;- McDonalds or Burger King: mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;- Adidas or Nike: adidas&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Cappuccino or coffee: coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: Do You?&lt;br /&gt;- Smoke: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Cuss: i use the word "fuck" way too much&lt;br /&gt;- Sing: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Have a crush: oh yes&lt;br /&gt;- Think you've been in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Like high school: no. i liked middle school.&lt;br /&gt;- Want to get married: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in yourself: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;- Get motion sickness: only if i'm sitting in the backseat of a car&lt;br /&gt;- Think you're attractive: not really&lt;br /&gt;- Think you're a health freak: no, not at all&lt;br /&gt;- Get along with your parents: on occasion&lt;br /&gt;- Like thunderstorms: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Play an instrument: played the piano for nine years. tried to play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: In the past month...&lt;br /&gt;- Drank alcohol: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Smoked: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Done a drug: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Eaten an entire box of Oreo's: no&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage: no&lt;br /&gt;- Gone skating: no&lt;br /&gt;- Gone skinny-dipping: no&lt;br /&gt;- Dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;- Stolen anything: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: Ever.&lt;br /&gt;- Played a game that required removal of clothing: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: see age 20-23&lt;br /&gt;- Been caught doing "something": yes&lt;br /&gt;- Been called a tease: yes&lt;br /&gt;- Gotten beaten up: never&lt;br /&gt;- Shoplifted: a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older&lt;br /&gt;- Age you hope to be married: 29&lt;br /&gt;- Numbers and Names of Children: i'm so naming a girl anna karenina&lt;br /&gt;- Describe your dream wedding: ummm..&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die: in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;- What do you want to be when you grow up: teach photography to inner city middle schoolers&lt;br /&gt;- What country would you most like to visit: russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: In a partner&lt;br /&gt;- Best eye color: no preference. though i do love the green.&lt;br /&gt;- Hair color: very dark&lt;br /&gt;- Short or long hair: short and shaggy. quintessential hipster hair.&lt;br /&gt;- Height: tall guys&lt;br /&gt;- Weight: lanky&lt;br /&gt;- Best articles of clothing: well fitting pants or broken in jeans with a white t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...&lt;br /&gt;- Number of people I could trust with my life: three&lt;br /&gt;- Number of CDs that I own: around 900-1200&lt;br /&gt;- Number of piercings: 7&lt;br /&gt;- Number of tattoos: none&lt;br /&gt;- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: three&lt;br /&gt;- Number of things in my past that I regret: sleeping with a close friend of mine for several months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-110850728115442212?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110850728115442212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos16.flickr.com/20573917_5d29043714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10849241.post-110849221045957586</id><published>2005-02-15T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T11:30:10.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>griffin and sabine.</title><content type='html'>as a small child, one of my favorite books was nick bantock's masterpiece "griffin and sabine."&lt;br /&gt;i loved it so much that i named a stuffed dolphin that my grandpa sam and his rad wife helen bought me at age 12. to this day, griffin can be seen with his dorsal fin sticking out from under my sheets, in a suitcase when traveling, or tucked under my chin if i'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;griffin, i heart you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10849241-110849221045957586?l=gingersnapgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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