<?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-1756650425918836489</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:39:47.250-08:00</updated><category term='Coffee'/><category term='Portland'/><category term='Girlfriend'/><category term='Fucked Up'/><category term='No Idea.'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Jem Cohen'/><category term='Kava House'/><category term='Elliott Smith'/><category term='The Wild Bunch'/><category term='America'/><category term='Fest'/><category term='Homewrecker'/><category term='RAME'/><title type='text'>Bring me the head of Scott Stapp</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>It's A Fuckin' War!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199588006938807682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TbvvOpNdTE/SRIwKCstomI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JCcydYQxPlo/S220/doa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756650425918836489.post-4088353210637510329</id><published>2010-01-22T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:50:38.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh..</title><content type='html'>Even though my musical tastes have widened and changed a bit. I still have a soft spot in my heart always for these bands. I guess they remind me of my youth and a time where i had nothing to care about except going to shows and working enough at Target to get gas to go to these shows. So heres to youth. By the way the first video is by a band called Palatka from Gainesville, Florida. I fucking loved this band when i was in High School and now most of those guys are some of my best friends. Its funny how things work out. Also the had a knack for playing really short sets. It would take them 15 mins. to set up and they would litterally only play for 5 to 7 mins. They were pretty intense. The second video is by a band called Shotmaker from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. It seemed like Shotmaker played in Michigan every weekend from '94 to '96, which is probably true. This is my favorite song by them. They were also my second or third show. Can't remember. It was 13 years ago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-u9fgJY-CY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-u9fgJY-CY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all about the scream at 2:02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkUBFnFd52I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkUBFnFd52I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756650425918836489-4088353210637510329?l=itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/feeds/4088353210637510329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756650425918836489&amp;postID=4088353210637510329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/4088353210637510329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/4088353210637510329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh..'/><author><name>It's A Fuckin' War!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199588006938807682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TbvvOpNdTE/SRIwKCstomI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JCcydYQxPlo/S220/doa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756650425918836489.post-4233838259527538191</id><published>2009-12-22T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:24:13.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliott Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jem Cohen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wild Bunch'/><title type='text'>Between The Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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It made me so happy even though im still hungover and its 6:14. I can't think about anything else. Well, that is not entirely true. I'm thinking alot of things all good. Life has taken a turn for the best. Everything changes today. I'm stoked and looking forward. Now, wheres my Happy Hat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756650425918836489-5073079995364844519?l=itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5073079995364844519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756650425918836489&amp;postID=5073079995364844519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/5073079995364844519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/5073079995364844519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/2009/11/hungover-with-chance-of-happiness.html' title='Hungover with a chance of happiness.'/><author><name>It's A Fuckin' War!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199588006938807682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TbvvOpNdTE/SRIwKCstomI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JCcydYQxPlo/S220/doa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756650425918836489.post-5924560325405444461</id><published>2009-11-07T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:15:21.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasick, yet still docked.</title><content type='html'>I sat at this diner in Wales and watched this old man drink his coffee and read his morning paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone. I woke up earlier than everyone else that morning and decided to take a walk through Swansea, Wales. It was grey, and cold. Rain fell, but not enough to sabotage a walk through a foreign town. I past a church on the corner of the road we stayed on. It's date read 1256. I thought in my head, this makes America seem like a joke when it comes to the fact that, the world's youngest is it's supposed leader. I laughed at this and thought about all the people that go to Independence Hall and oooh and ahhh at just how old that place is. They've haven't seen old until they stand next to this church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what happend at this church throughout time. Who got married here, what attrocitys had occured here in the name of religion, and just what did the landscape that surrounded this church look like then. These thoughts came through my head as i made my way toward the city center and the diner where i saw the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I past shops old, new, independent, and chain. They were all busy. It was a Thursday at half 11 in the morning and everyone was spending money like it was the end of time. I kind of got excited by this. I wonder what that would be like to spend money without a care in the world. To buy what i want and not feel reprecussions. The only money i had was enough to buy a cup of coffee and some hashbrowns. I made it to the diner and took a seat by the window so i could people watch and study the behavior of consumers on the go. It was pretty fun trying to analyze who these people were based on what they bought. It helped pass the time before my food came. Ah, hashbrowns and toast. Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sat there eating I saw the old man. He was wearing a cardigan forest green in color and a suit jacket over it. He looked warm. He looked comfortable. He looked at home. As the servers would pass by they would all say hello to him or ask him by name, "Nigel, do you need anything more?" He would occasionally hold his coffee cup up to have someone fill it up but most of the time he just sat there and read his paper and smiled every so often as someone said his name. I thought about him and about his life. Had he been coming here since he was a young boy? Had he brought his wife here on their first date? All kinds of questions about this man ran though my mind. He seemed like this place was to be the highlight of his day and then after this its back home to watch the football match and maybe have a pint. But to him, it seemed like this place completed him. Made him who he was and for some reason that made me feel at ease. It made me feel that even though this man may or may not of had a hard life. He made it though and coming to this place was his reward and it let him know that he survived life. I wached him pay his tab get up really slow and start towards the door. All the employees yelled his name and waved. He turned and smiled and started up the road heading toward another night waiting for the morning so he can return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756650425918836489-5924560325405444461?l=itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5924560325405444461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756650425918836489&amp;postID=5924560325405444461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/5924560325405444461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/5924560325405444461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/2009/11/seasick-yet-still-docked.html' title='Seasick, yet still docked.'/><author><name>It's A Fuckin' War!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199588006938807682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TbvvOpNdTE/SRIwKCstomI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JCcydYQxPlo/S220/doa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756650425918836489.post-5040979764209813192</id><published>2008-11-16T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:19:28.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoner Witch</title><content type='html'>What is one to do? Soon to be jobless, soon to be a free loader on the governmental dime. Its a very strange thing for me to comprehend or to take. Ive never been laid off from a job ever. Its a very scary time in my life. What to do, what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to make my next move. Well, only after i live on unemployment for a month to collect my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fast food jobs for this guy. Thats suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole situation really makes me think about what i have been doing with the past few years of my life. Ive been a band for most of them and ive toured places and been places most people will never ever be in their lives. For that i am greatful but also i put off alot of what could have furthered my existence just so i could do what i love. Look where it has gotten me...jobless, broke, and seriously worried about my future. Im trying my best to look on the brightside of it all but its goddamn hard. Really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756650425918836489-5040979764209813192?l=itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5040979764209813192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756650425918836489&amp;postID=5040979764209813192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/5040979764209813192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/5040979764209813192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/2008/11/stoner-witch.html' title='Stoner Witch'/><author><name>It's A Fuckin' War!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199588006938807682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TbvvOpNdTE/SRIwKCstomI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JCcydYQxPlo/S220/doa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756650425918836489.post-74059502290695995</id><published>2008-11-05T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:46:28.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia</title><content type='html'>Is probably the funniest show ive seen in awhile. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756650425918836489-74059502290695995?l=itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/feeds/74059502290695995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756650425918836489&amp;postID=74059502290695995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/74059502290695995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/74059502290695995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-always-sunny-in-philadelphia.html' title='Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia'/><author><name>It's A Fuckin' War!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199588006938807682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TbvvOpNdTE/SRIwKCstomI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JCcydYQxPlo/S220/doa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756650425918836489.post-8692693031853044805</id><published>2008-11-05T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:30:41.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucked Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kava House'/><title type='text'>You fucking kill me sometimes.</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday and i have no work. Sweet! I think im going to go get coffee here in a bit. Take a walk down to Kava House and enjoy this nice weather. I think im going to listen to the new Fucked Up record while i take my walk. I don't want to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s234.photobucket.com/albums/ee129/humanintrest/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fuckedup.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee129/humanintrest/fuckedup.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s234.photobucket.com/albums/ee129/humanintrest/?action=view&amp;amp;current=coffee01.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee129/humanintrest/coffee01.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756650425918836489-8692693031853044805?l=itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8692693031853044805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756650425918836489&amp;postID=8692693031853044805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/8692693031853044805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/8692693031853044805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-fucking-kill-me-sometimes.html' title='You fucking kill me sometimes.'/><author><name>It's A Fuckin' War!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199588006938807682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TbvvOpNdTE/SRIwKCstomI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JCcydYQxPlo/S220/doa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756650425918836489.post-8745230346256212877</id><published>2008-11-04T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:38:18.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Idea.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>MAXIMUMBARACK'N'ROLL</title><content type='html'>So i just witnessed a huge day in American history. We spoke as a nation and we spoke loudly and i am convinced we spoke the right way. I could never be more happy to be American than i am right now. It feels weird to say that but I do. My thoughts of America had always been bleak and filled with alot of shame and for once I can say Im proud to be an American because there is now someone in the White House that feels just as I do about this country and the direction it needs to go in. This is an amazing feeling for me to have. I can't really describe it. Im just happy. America I thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fest was this past weekend and it was an amazing time. The reconnection with friends new and old. Seeing what power music has on people and being apart of that was really what ive been needing lately. Ive had my doubts about my place in the muisc world but i know this is what i am meant to do. I got offered by two prominent bands to play drums with them on their upcoming tours. The head of No Idea offered to pay my bills to do so. I must be doing something right. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gainesville, Florida is my second home and my heart is there still. I come home knowing someone is here for me, but yet i leave there missing people too. My stomach is in knots. Tears well up. But i am in my home now and i wish at times i never came back. However, there is a person here that owns my heart. She knows who she is. I couldn't leave with out her or go without seeing her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756650425918836489-8745230346256212877?l=itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8745230346256212877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756650425918836489&amp;postID=8745230346256212877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/8745230346256212877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/8745230346256212877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/2008/11/maximumbaracknroll.html' title='MAXIMUMBARACK&apos;N&apos;ROLL'/><author><name>It's A Fuckin' War!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199588006938807682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TbvvOpNdTE/SRIwKCstomI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JCcydYQxPlo/S220/doa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756650425918836489.post-8742106688115856148</id><published>2008-10-25T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:15:41.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweater Vests.</title><content type='html'>i had corn beef hash this morning. gross. way gross. i haven't had that stuff in years. i got a corn beef hash and cheddar omelet this morning. i think it was too much. had a good day yesterday. im dating quite possibly the best girl ever. lots o' fun. my first post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1756650425918836489-8742106688115856148?l=itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8742106688115856148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1756650425918836489&amp;postID=8742106688115856148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/8742106688115856148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1756650425918836489/posts/default/8742106688115856148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsafuckinwar.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweater-vests.html' title='Sweater Vests.'/><author><name>It's A Fuckin' War!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199588006938807682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TbvvOpNdTE/SRIwKCstomI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JCcydYQxPlo/S220/doa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
