<?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-14146801</id><updated>2012-02-01T19:26:20.989-06:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='christianity'/><category term='personal shit'/><category term='sarcasm'/><category term='doubt'/><category term='The Y Chromosome'/><category term='inspired'/><category term='You oughta know'/><category term='True Life'/><category term='canned thoughts on life'/><category term='something new....'/><category term='music'/><category term='France'/><category term='can&apos;t wait for 2008'/><category term='A little love'/><category term='The Story'/><category term='singledom'/><category term='narrator&apos;s narrative'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='French'/><category term='traveling'/><category term='another sad song'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='family'/><category term='About a Boy'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='america'/><category term='Not a Love Song'/><category term='Think Myself Crazy- The Beginning'/><category term='History'/><category term='Americana'/><category term='writing'/><title type='text'>Think myself crazy</title><subtitle type='html'>A Place for my mind to wander.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-6118477459970858701</id><published>2009-07-07T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:18:55.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♬♪I'll believe you when, Oh, I'll believe you when,  I'll believe you when everything you say don't turn out wrong. ♪♫♩--Matchbox Twenty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6118477459970858701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=6118477459970858701' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6118477459970858701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6118477459970858701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-believe-you-when-oh-ill-believe-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1688226375547856845</id><published>2009-04-18T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:17:25.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another sad song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singledom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm ranting while I'm raving: "There's nothing here worth saving!"So tell me now what more do you need?Miguelos, I've lost the will for fighting over everything.   and there's a few things I gotta say... make no mistake I'm mad.                                                   Cause every good thing I had abandoned me.Oh sad and lonesome me     I'm the walking wounded</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1688226375547856845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1688226375547856845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1688226375547856845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1688226375547856845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-ranting-while-im-raving-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4857894580599648028</id><published>2009-02-23T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:17:58.824-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A little love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Come out tonight, come out with me babywe'll throw the careful into the crazyWhat I say is true: to make a fire you gotta burn a few...We're like Romeo &amp; Juliet...like good times that haven't happened yet."40 Dogs- Bob Schneider.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4857894580599648028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4857894580599648028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4857894580599648028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4857894580599648028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/come-out-tonightcome-out-with-me-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1712043002696381323</id><published>2009-01-22T08:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:58:19.924-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not a Love Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conversation in RhymeSo much honesty and still no solutionwalking wounds with mere courtesytwo stars collide, split, and dividetired of this spinning, talking pollutionsomething more than you and me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1712043002696381323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1712043002696381323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1712043002696381323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1712043002696381323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/01/conversation-in-rhyme-so-much-honesty.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-8875850657508897815</id><published>2009-01-09T03:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:38:23.246-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A little love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You say you're still in loveIf true, what can be done? --- The Shins, Kissing the Lipless</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8875850657508897815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=8875850657508897815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8875850657508897815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8875850657508897815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-say-youre-still-in-love-if-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1017631168797961735</id><published>2008-11-24T23:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:36:02.751-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not a Love Song'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollectthe twists and turns of plot that took us from lovers to friends.I'm thinking I should take that volume back off of the shelfand crack it's weary spine to help remind myself..."--Expo '86, Death Cab for Cutie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1017631168797961735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1017631168797961735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1017631168797961735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1017631168797961735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-it-seems-that-i-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4127148741608526380</id><published>2008-11-19T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:55:17.686-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canned thoughts on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KryptoniteI've been feeling quite disillusioned over the last week or so. Maybe its the change in the weather (though San Antonio simply goes from Hot to Less Hot) or maybe its the crippling reality of finals but I feel myself waking up to the realization that I don't know myself at all. The last semester has changed a lot. The year before even more. My life keeps changing and I keep adapting but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4127148741608526380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4127148741608526380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4127148741608526380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4127148741608526380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/kryptonite-ive-been-feeling-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5203570767953264817</id><published>2008-10-25T14:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:32:17.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canned thoughts on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When I was young, change was an earthquake, destructive, painful, and complete; now change is a shifting sand, moving quietly, unnoticed until it is gone completely." -- Moi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5203570767953264817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5203570767953264817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5203570767953264817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5203570767953264817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-i-was-young-change-was-earthquake.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4204099404657923393</id><published>2008-10-16T22:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:36:03.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrator&apos;s narrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Changing FacebookQ: And What are your religious views?  A: Religious views? Ha, do you have enough time? I suppose my answer is…that…I don’t have answer.   Q: you think you’re smart don’t you?  A: Generally speaking, yes. Maybe you’re just mad that I didn’t give you a canned answer- a quick response. Shouting from the rooftops with all assuredness that I have the answer the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4204099404657923393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4204099404657923393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4204099404657923393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4204099404657923393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/changing-facebook-q-and-what-are-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-333413959109541716</id><published>2008-09-25T23:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:37:40.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another sad song'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was certain that the season could be held between my arms;but, just as summer's hold is fleeting,I was here,but now I'm gone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/333413959109541716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=333413959109541716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/333413959109541716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/333413959109541716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-certain-that-season-could-be-held.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-3072634123573801749</id><published>2008-07-16T16:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:14:26.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrator&apos;s narrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3072634123573801749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=3072634123573801749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3072634123573801749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3072634123573801749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1285264204213884234</id><published>2008-06-05T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:23:02.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pieces (peace is) Broken AgainBlack and white stress unnecessary words….words whose power lie in their being. An email again, fuck, why do we always have to be a world apart? Words stress and I’ve been here before. Cold sanitary rooms stretch unending. Hear the IV drip as nurses slip through quiet corridors. Who was here before…she….who? Here before, I lost myself somewhere along the way. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1285264204213884234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1285264204213884234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1285264204213884234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1285264204213884234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/pieces-peace-is-broken-again-black-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-6259340384958329493</id><published>2008-04-28T03:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:08:18.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"She wanted to die; She wanted to live in Paris."--Madame Bovary</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6259340384958329493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=6259340384958329493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6259340384958329493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6259340384958329493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/04/she-wanted-to-die-she-wanted-to-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-6565249458105442608</id><published>2008-04-21T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:35:13.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That country mouth so plain...Well I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest; said, "Do your best to destroy me".You see, I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit: you kinda bore me.There's a lot of things that can kill a man.There's a lot of ways to die.Yes, and some already did that walk beside me.There's a lot of things I don't understand.Why so many people lie.It's hurt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6565249458105442608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=6565249458105442608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6565249458105442608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6565249458105442608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-country-mouth-so-plain.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-2580599296910100700</id><published>2008-04-14T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:32:12.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrator&apos;s narrative'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Autobiography of SortsShe preferred to tell people that she was named after a George O’Sullivan song. It seemed like a much more interesting tale then the truth of her life, her namesake being a distant relative who had been a hero in the Second World War. No, she simply did not find this truth to be convenient enough for her personality: a free-flowing spirit much more attuned to a generation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2580599296910100700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=2580599296910100700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2580599296910100700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2580599296910100700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/04/autobiography-of-sorts-she-preferred-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4179596393967720023</id><published>2008-04-12T06:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:21:16.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Song You PenWe watched night come familiar sun two wishing to be oneHearts sweat between eyes set two plus one made three deviseSplit to break minutes to seconds serving only this memory to reckonThat maybe time changes time flying then pausing for moments of rhyme Words to lyrics the song you pen painting the melody you find me inDancing slow and breathing free forgetting oceans to finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4179596393967720023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4179596393967720023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4179596393967720023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4179596393967720023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-you-pen-we-glimpsed-by-light-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4988742461501646044</id><published>2008-04-04T08:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:33:50.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A little love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Got a picture of you and some letters I carry 'roundit's the way I get you to stay with me"--Blue Merle, Stay With Me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4988742461501646044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4988742461501646044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4988742461501646044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4988742461501646044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/04/got-picture-of-you-and-some-letters-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-3919062108873397501</id><published>2008-03-31T05:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T05:53:20.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A little love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>words made pretty by dedication, slant of hand and careful dictationa flower of lines drawn with skill, curving the twist of fluff and frillextract each single you i miss, I want nothing more than thisbut each grows more short, now in need of a line plus fort*what counts six just one, more than I could have donecan flowers finally last, can words color our pastpunctuation is close,so I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3919062108873397501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=3919062108873397501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3919062108873397501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3919062108873397501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/03/words-made-pretty-by-dedication-slant.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4154943514459046547</id><published>2008-03-17T14:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:33:32.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've loved you from the very first night;you broke me till the day that I die...I'm far too obvious this time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4154943514459046547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4154943514459046547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4154943514459046547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4154943514459046547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-loved-you-from-very-night-you-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-6970531902890238337</id><published>2008-03-11T06:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T06:32:28.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ode to Third Period on TuesdaysIt's about a boybut not the one you thoughta star whichcould not be easily forgotall the samewhen we come to our endflickering flamefighting against life's wind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6970531902890238337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=6970531902890238337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6970531902890238337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6970531902890238337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/03/ode-to-third-period-on-tuesdays-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1911138024298269777</id><published>2008-02-25T05:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T05:20:45.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Twilight, Nighttime, and Dawn"Have you lost your faith?""Lost implies I am searching.""You used to breath life into me""Not all things are as they used to be"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1911138024298269777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1911138024298269777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1911138024298269777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1911138024298269777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/twilight-nightime-and-dawn-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5647158232205079435</id><published>2008-02-20T02:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T06:59:17.779-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another sad song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrator&apos;s narrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Asked for a Love Song but I Chose a Breakup InsteadYou almost made it this time loveAlmost made it throughWhat made you say?Say maybeMaybe it’s tomorrow maybe it neverWasIt was almost MayNot everything fact is trueTrue to the fact of youYouSayMaybeMay I be the last to hear you say:MaybeSayYouWhat made you say?Almost made it throughYou almost made it this time loveAlmost made it through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5647158232205079435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5647158232205079435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5647158232205079435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5647158232205079435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-asked-for-love-song-but-i-chose.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-977073328687994499</id><published>2008-02-13T23:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:36:28.816-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not a Love Song'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy ThursdayToday is Valentine's Day. I am not a fan of the holiday personally. After the binge on commercialism and sappy hearts that is Christmas and New Year's, Valentine's Day seems forced and unnecessary. Do I really need a day to tell those whom I love that I do? This day also produces another reaction without fail. It always calls for reflection. Today, 14 February 2008, I am sitting in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/977073328687994499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=977073328687994499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/977073328687994499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/977073328687994499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-thursday-today-is-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-6324703078744040449</id><published>2008-02-08T12:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:22:13.890-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t wait for 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americana'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who has ever heard of "un-British" or "un-French" activities? The United States has often been called a "melting pot" because of the many different nationality groups it comprises, but before each generation of immigrants has been fully accepted into American society, it has had to be "Americanized." Few Americans have ever accepted diversity as a value. American society has,in fact, taken great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6324703078744040449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=6324703078744040449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6324703078744040449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6324703078744040449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-has-ever-heard-of-un-british-or-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1254616684427668571</id><published>2008-02-07T10:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:55:37.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 9Any Less RealMy hand expands and contracts, sending the water pulsing over my bare chest. It occurs to me that I am giving myself CPR as though my heart has stopped. Maybe it has.“One Hundred and one ways to satisfy your man.”I awaken to Sarah’s voice.“What?”“The cover of Cosmo…101 ways to satisfy your man. Interested? There is also a quiz on how to find your true love, sounds promising.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1254616684427668571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1254616684427668571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1254616684427668571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1254616684427668571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/chapter-9-any-less-real-my-hand-expands_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-6334962558222954394</id><published>2008-02-06T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:22:36.778-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Que déjà le monde qui l'entourait n'avait plus aucune importance et que chaque nouvelle journée était comme un poids impossible à soulever. Alors, elle pleurait. Non pas qu'elle fût triste, mais pour faire passer tout ça. Les larmes, ce liquide finalement, l'aident à digérer sa caillasse et lui permettaient de respirer à nouveau"-- Ensemble, c'est tout by Anna Gavalda That already the world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6334962558222954394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=6334962558222954394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6334962558222954394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6334962558222954394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/que-dj-le-monde-qui-lentourait-navait.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-7366807226931510142</id><published>2008-02-04T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:48:01.383-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mediated MediumSitting down, waiting to begin. Starting slow and picking speed. A first glance, where to begin. Stepping dance without end. Patient waltz of information. A look, a laugh, a turn of head. Did you like that line? I’ll say it again. Careful clicking, keys in time. Drifting sideways glances: careful look again. Two strokes and I amend. A clock of lies, salut Mon Cheri. A last thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7366807226931510142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=7366807226931510142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7366807226931510142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7366807226931510142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/mediated-medium-sitting-down-waiting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5096890667422359858</id><published>2008-01-31T05:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T05:12:30.543-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t wait for 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americana'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Can't We Be Friends?Maybe its just me (considering that my dose of americana comes solely from the internet) but I think the Dems are heading for trouble. The country has become divided over the past eight years and three months ago (heck, one month ago) a Democratic victory seemed a sure thing. Now I am not so sure. While I am living in France (and most french people could not name a single </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5096890667422359858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5096890667422359858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5096890667422359858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5096890667422359858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-cant-we-be-friends-maybe-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5750128208374102689</id><published>2008-01-23T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:14:38.253-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One last phone call from you- it wouldn't hurt muchI just like to hear your voice and pretend to touchany inch of you that hasn't said it allread it allsang my life away---Stars and Boulevards, Augustana</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5750128208374102689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5750128208374102689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5750128208374102689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5750128208374102689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-last-phone-call-from-you-it-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4325263198342976515</id><published>2008-01-18T07:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:30:14.383-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pour Me Faire une Beauté ou Pour une Cigarette(Translation of the Beautiful Carla Bruni)Quand j'aurai tout compris, tout vécu d'ici-bas,Quand je serai si vieille, que je ne voudrai plus de moi,Quand la peau de ma vie sera creusée de routes,Et de traces et de peines, et de rires et de doutes, Alors je demanderai juste encore une minute... When I have understood everything, all of life from now to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4325263198342976515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4325263198342976515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4325263198342976515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4325263198342976515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/pour-me-faire-une-beaut-ou-pour-une.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-6039096576756445281</id><published>2008-01-16T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:43:03.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes The Future Scares Me"Still, he'd gotten a little more time, bought it, in fact, and hoped the price wouldn't wreck him. Like paying for an afternoon in the coin of life to come."-- Beloved, Toni Morrison</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6039096576756445281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=6039096576756445281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6039096576756445281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6039096576756445281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-future-scares-me-still-hed.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5730223710973638034</id><published>2008-01-13T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:28:45.165-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Excercise in Adoration and ProseSome times, you're as real as these times, you're breaking me withthese lines, you're delicate steps betweenfine lines, you're oh so carefulfine rhymes, you're making me dreamall rhymes, you're giving me a word foryou're as real as some times cause you're breaking me with these times taking you're delicate steps between these lines you're oh so careful fine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5730223710973638034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5730223710973638034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5730223710973638034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5730223710973638034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/excercise-in-adoration-and-prose-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4133500018643002580</id><published>2008-01-11T05:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:54:29.606-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t wait for 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americana'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear America,Can I have a moment please? You have been doing great and I don't want you to forget it. Sure, there have been the rough times. Everyone has their off-days (or decades) but you are a country of the future. You were there leading the way with a democracy that still stands tall today. You have been an inspiration to many and a downfall to others. You have so much going for you and yet.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4133500018643002580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4133500018643002580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4133500018643002580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4133500018643002580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-america-can-i-have-moment-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-7715002909590241766</id><published>2007-12-31T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T02:55:08.531-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another sad song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrator&apos;s narrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singledom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She chose to kill love on New Year's day. She had felt the love leaving her slowly, as through a mortal wound, therefore this choice was merely a formality. The clock had struck twelve and a chord within. She glanced up from the melée, found the hands standing perfectly in time, and noted her decision with simple acceptance. It was like a death passing in the night- a thing unnoticed. She chose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7715002909590241766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=7715002909590241766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7715002909590241766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7715002909590241766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/she-chose-to-kill-love-on-new-years-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4354499678229539761</id><published>2007-12-18T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:06:26.693-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Y Chromosome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please, Not AgainAnother letter and your ghost settles inProps up a chair, Oh please not againfour summers, three springs, one fallI thought we had said it allInsult to injury just for you to sayI never wanted it this wayActions are cheap, words full of goldHow ever did we get so old?Accents change but it means the sameYou've got a new look on an old frameAnother letter and your ghost settles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4354499678229539761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4354499678229539761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4354499678229539761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4354499678229539761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/please-not-again-another-letter-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-8423355681799997494</id><published>2007-12-16T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T06:06:39.571-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A crumbling apartment, a double bed made single by intention, a harsh open bulb picking out striking features in her face. Her wide cheeks driven wider in the cold utterance of the one word that has no real explanation. It seems caught in her throat, a sharp wishbone dragging on the soft flesh inside her neck. What protrudes is not the fine point of devotional light intended, but rather a feeble</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8423355681799997494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=8423355681799997494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8423355681799997494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8423355681799997494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/crumbling-apartment-double-bed-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4899813663442967126</id><published>2007-12-15T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:11:51.773-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Everything that you do makes me want to dieOh, I just told the biggest lie"-Elliot Smith</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4899813663442967126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4899813663442967126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4899813663442967126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4899813663442967126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/everything-that-you-do-makes-me-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4162742379114606111</id><published>2007-12-05T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:17:17.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Mysterious BarricadesMe but all you and the inevitable argument against words.The line that fits wrong in all the right places suffocatingMe! but all you and the inevitable dread laying in lettersThe implication that bursts and consumes: a fire of meaningMe? but all you and the inevitable braeking of silent soundsThe slogan that punctuates and punctures hopeful dreaming ofAll you but me. and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4162742379114606111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4162742379114606111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4162742379114606111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4162742379114606111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/mysterious-barricades-me-but-all-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5733210092461826523</id><published>2007-11-28T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:42:47.685-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I can't catch you when you fall, I'll jump with.--mgl</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5733210092461826523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5733210092461826523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5733210092461826523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5733210092461826523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-i-cant-catch-you-when-you-fall-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-2338200051704132337</id><published>2007-11-23T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:44:41.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is all that's left (scraping paper to document)I've packed a change of clothes'cause it's time to move on.Photobooth, Death Cab for Cutie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2338200051704132337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=2338200051704132337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2338200051704132337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2338200051704132337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-all-thats-left-scraping-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4377907652479974909</id><published>2007-11-22T05:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:54:29.607-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t wait for 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='america'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>King of the WorldWhen I was a child, there was a popular saying to bullies. When a kid stepped out of line and tried to boss someone else around we would say, "Who made you King of the world?”  Yesterday I asked myself that. It was a Wednesday, innocently enough. Wednesday is the day that all the English Assistants have the day off so we usually plan on doing something as a group. I met up with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4377907652479974909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4377907652479974909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4377907652479974909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4377907652479974909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/king-of-world-when-i-was-child-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-7675393793814565641</id><published>2007-11-16T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:43:23.082-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yours are the WordsShadows dancing slow,the sound of air between.Taste of a memory:an imaginary dreamThe quiet crescendofalling back in my mind.The taste of a memory.The ruins of a sign.A play on wordswaking up into mourningtastes of a memory: ghosts of a good thing.Beside myself insidesomething more than you.A taste of a memory-one i once knewThe quiet crescendo,a sound of air between.Tastes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7675393793814565641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=7675393793814565641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7675393793814565641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7675393793814565641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/yours-are-words-shadows-dancing-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1095353560190984092</id><published>2007-11-15T04:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T07:39:32.199-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love Letter to a BlogIt has been a long time since last we spoke but I am thinking of you, I want you to know. Before, words would flow out of me, their only hinderance the speed of my keystrokes. Now there is silence. I want to reach out to you again and tell you all about the life I have been living but my words are now lost. I am without a home or country but I feel firmly rooted in place. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1095353560190984092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1095353560190984092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1095353560190984092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1095353560190984092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-has-been-long-time-since-last-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5799290201182315005</id><published>2007-11-08T05:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T05:09:59.571-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Y Chromosome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a nameyou aremore thanyou area namemaybe there was a moment before but now i am unsure that surely there would have been a moment before of that i am sure.lyrics run around my head but come to nothing. they look forward to your looks again</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5799290201182315005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5799290201182315005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5799290201182315005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5799290201182315005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/name-you-are-more-than-you-are-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-84918840848426870</id><published>2007-11-03T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:43:59.012-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About a Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Only Onesyou look too familiar to be wronglet me find a momentlet me find a facedark eyes, dark hairlooks that need a song....the substances moved through our veinsyou were the king and i was the queen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/84918840848426870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=84918840848426870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/84918840848426870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/84918840848426870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/only-ones-you-look-too-familiar-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5728237394914561081</id><published>2007-10-19T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:38:38.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Story is that I am MeThere has been a story brewing in my soul. Lines pass through me, ghosts of thought that cannot be adequately expressed or understood. Where does a story begin? Is a story created or merely found? Can we remain open to the universe of life, open for the fabled muse to enter in and guide our minds through the wandering storylines? Where do you begin a story? I suppose where</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5728237394914561081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5728237394914561081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5728237394914561081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5728237394914561081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-story-is-that-i-am-me-there-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-820411228519537700</id><published>2007-10-05T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:28:48.445-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want to write so much but it is hard to keep switching between french and english. i feel as though my english gets worse as my french gets better.so i have developed a new language......... frenglish.... a mixture of french and english that is always in my head as i try to decipher between french and english constantly. if people tell you that they speak english everywhere then you should call</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/820411228519537700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=820411228519537700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/820411228519537700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/820411228519537700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-to-write-so-much-but-it-is-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/RwZhIRGonOI/AAAAAAAAACI/2NljJj2vFs4/s72-c/DSC00239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-8519886524072107195</id><published>2007-09-29T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T06:34:40.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPDATE:I was worried that I wouldn't be able to handle this day when it finally came. Today, I will be taking my LSAT at 8am and then flying to Paris at 5pm. By tomorrow night, I will be settling into my new home for the next eight months.  All of that to say that I am unsure when I will be able to blog again. Hopefully, I will have some new insight when I do get back. If it takes time, don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8519886524072107195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=8519886524072107195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8519886524072107195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8519886524072107195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/update-i-was-worried-that-i-wouldnt-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-7555601333869519103</id><published>2007-09-27T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:14:13.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Y Chromosome'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Light Years AwayIt's almost like you had it planned.It's like you smiled and shook my hand and said,"hey, I'm about to screw you over big time"What was I supposed to do?I was stuck inbetween you and a hard placeWe won't talk about the hard placeI don't blame you anymorethat's too much pain to storeit left me half dead inside my headand, boy, looking back I see that i'm not the girl I used to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7555601333869519103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=7555601333869519103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7555601333869519103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7555601333869519103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/light-years-away-its-almost-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1452384781329062653</id><published>2007-09-22T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:41:20.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look Mommy, It's an Evangelical!!!I read this recently and found it to be quite an accurate description of the evangelical faith these days. For those who know me well, you know that my unfavorable opinion of the church is not a new insight. Over the past few years, I have come to question the glamorization of the christian faith. The large projection screens, small orchestras, and stadium </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1452384781329062653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1452384781329062653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1452384781329062653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1452384781329062653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/look-mommy-its-evangelical-i-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-137596438188936663</id><published>2007-09-21T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:25:04.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts on Dial-UpI've been visiting my folks in the mountains of tennessee for the past week. They have internet but it is dial-up, thus quite slow. I forgot my iPod and Audacity to Hope seems a bit too much to read at times, so I am left alone to my thoughts a lot. I try not to let this happen too much, because if I do, I know I will begin to stress about either France or my LSAT. I also might</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/137596438188936663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=137596438188936663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/137596438188936663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/137596438188936663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/thoughts-on-dial-up-ive-been-visiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-3984814108535725323</id><published>2007-09-14T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:51:51.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I've got a million words but a single sentence short of a storyboard"--A Piece I Threw Awaywww.myspace.com/dillionchevalier</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3984814108535725323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=3984814108535725323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3984814108535725323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3984814108535725323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-got-million-words-but-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5252740987462102953</id><published>2007-09-11T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:05:47.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You oughta know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the Quiet PlacesMatthew 6:1-81 “Beware of practicing your righteousness before men to be noticed by them; otherwise you have no reward with your father who is in heaven.2 “So when you give to the poor, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be honored by en. Truly I say to you, they have their reward in full. 3 “But when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5252740987462102953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5252740987462102953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5252740987462102953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5252740987462102953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-quiet-places-matthew-61-8-1-beware.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-2628400927704008164</id><published>2007-09-08T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:35:39.315-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 8The Night before the NightOctober, 2004The hot water streams over my face mixing with the sweat and tears that had bathed it earlier. The water is splashing over onto my matted hair but I can’t muster the strength to begin to wash it. I could stand here for hours, letting the scalding rain shower my closed eyes and open mouth. It hurts but I’m not sure what ‘it’ is. The drive to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2628400927704008164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=2628400927704008164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2628400927704008164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2628400927704008164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/night-before-night-october-2004-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5445334861785705312</id><published>2007-09-06T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:19:18.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Black River, Dear Savior, Sweet WhiskeyYou're gonna take my bottle, my bible, my mess?You're gonna take all of my empty and my loneliness?Gonna take all the sadness inside of me?Gonna take it all and set me free?--Amos Lee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5445334861785705312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5445334861785705312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5445334861785705312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5445334861785705312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-river-dear-savior-sweet-whiskey.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-7538341979433425805</id><published>2007-09-05T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T19:21:58.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That Crazy Clare, She's Planning Again....A lot has been going on lately. My father was in for a visit. He was supposed to be here for ten days but he had to leave early this morning beause my step-mom fell from the second story of their house in Tennessee. She shattered her ankle and hip and broke her shoulder. For those who do pray, I appreciate your concern.I was thankful to be with my dad for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7538341979433425805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=7538341979433425805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7538341979433425805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7538341979433425805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-of-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4457796275478639800</id><published>2007-09-02T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:13:18.258-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something new....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HimThe cold truck cab did little to prevent the sharp bite of winter. She had chosen to turn off the heat to conserve gas and, more importantly, to prevent others from noticing her. The initial flood that had filled the tiny chapel was overwhelming. Apple-cheeked youngsters rushed in to greet one another as their parents waved to the neighbors that had been missed since last Sunday. Their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4457796275478639800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4457796275478639800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4457796275478639800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4457796275478639800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/him-cold-truck-cab-did-little-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-584434197870106201</id><published>2007-08-29T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:34:06.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You oughta know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Honest BookI want to apologize to the Blog community for letting things get a little personal on here. I should have considered the consequences of participating in a 'Blog fight'. As I sat at dinner with my friend last night and related the story to her, I realized how ridiculous this all is. Writing a long diatribe to accuse me of wrongdoings is ridiculous and responding to it with folksy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/584434197870106201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=584434197870106201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/584434197870106201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/584434197870106201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/honest-book-i-want-to-apologize-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5110097145065132111</id><published>2007-08-28T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:10:24.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You oughta know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Put Your Link into It"All the while, the middle class sits around debating Gay Marriage, or whatever else is popular like it is going to affect the fate of the universe, completely forgetting that the have to scratch and claw for every single thing they have as the rich just breeze through life. The rich may have worked hard to get rich, but that does not allow them to force the bulk of America's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5110097145065132111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5110097145065132111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5110097145065132111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5110097145065132111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/put-your-link-into-it-all-while-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1509646127984449685</id><published>2007-08-27T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:12:59.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You oughta know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Y Chromosome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Self- DefenseWhen I was living in Lancaster, I dated a young British man named Richard (yeah I’m going to talk about an ex). After a couple of weeks he decided that he didn’t want to date me anymore. I listened to him calmly as we sat together on my dorm room bed. I cannot remember his argument exactly but it centered somewhere around the fact that I was leaving to go back home in a couple of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1509646127984449685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1509646127984449685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1509646127984449685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1509646127984449685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/self-defense-when-i-was-living-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-3998141440690326074</id><published>2007-08-23T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:21:51.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Y Chromosome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are My FavoriteInspired by:Padraig’s My Girl-On those days that I admit to myself that I want a guy, I began to wonder what shape that fabled man might take. What color would his perfectly tinted eyes be? What shade of hair would I find between my fingers? What would we talk about as we laid on the couch on a lazy Sunday afternoon? I would want him to be a writer, or at least some type of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3998141440690326074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=3998141440690326074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3998141440690326074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3998141440690326074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-my-favorite-inspired-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-9004653601787304890</id><published>2007-08-20T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:41:38.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letters from the Other SideThe edges that had once defined a star so bright that she closed her eyes now cut her with their strength of character. Wounds that were left untreated grew greater until the poison and hurt were too much to begin to bear. She forced her pained eyes to open and to gaze at this star that had now become her enemy. A cool gaze met in reply that could watch for days but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9004653601787304890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=9004653601787304890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/9004653601787304890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/9004653601787304890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/letters-from-other-side-edges-that-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5930759199513615165</id><published>2007-08-17T10:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:54:29.608-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You oughta know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americana'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abortion, Welfare, Genocide, and everywhere in between“These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy begging for a few paise, walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think, "Business as usual." But if they perceive a slight against God, it is a different story. Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of their indignation is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5930759199513615165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5930759199513615165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5930759199513615165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5930759199513615165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/insha-alla-these-people-walk-by-widow.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-3210548476930379877</id><published>2007-08-16T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:27:36.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something Good......"Obviously I believe the RCC is true. If I didn't, I wouldn't be Catholic. For me, it represents the fullness of Truth, insofar as we're able to perceive it in this life. Other people find their Truth with a capital "t" in other places. If my path is true for me, and yours is true for you, maybe we're seeing little pieces of something bigger than either of us. I like the fact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3210548476930379877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=3210548476930379877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3210548476930379877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3210548476930379877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-6410940325034759113</id><published>2007-08-14T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:28:48.854-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You oughta know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In regards to France:I feel as though I’m running full speed towards the edge, waiting for the moment when I sprout wings.In regards to Home:Like an outfit that doesn’t quite fit and isn’t your color, I feel out of place and, at times, blaringly so.In regards to Love:I don’t want another goodbye. I don’t know how to be genuine without being cliché and I don’t know how to hope without being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6410940325034759113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=6410940325034759113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6410940325034759113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/6410940325034759113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-regards-to-france-i-feel-as-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/RsJwcrPj4jI/AAAAAAAAABI/Os_c-8JR4uY/s72-c/angel_in_flight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-3952938952985677867</id><published>2007-08-11T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:33:09.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You oughta know'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A mix of real life, story, poetry, and thoughts from one smart cookie."I'm beaming....Thank you Daniel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3952938952985677867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=3952938952985677867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3952938952985677867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3952938952985677867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/mix-of-real-life-story-poetry-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1146327261177507210</id><published>2007-08-10T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:55:41.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mon anniversaireSeventeen and grubby knees outside the dorm room window on grassThat stained the dreams in adolescent heads and stars which burnedCloser than the sky had ever been with tiki torch lighting the wayEighteen and pulling scabs on knees to feel the pains of growingHeat with air pressing in tight watching you walk backwardsFrom a heart that bled all its years forever and a day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1146327261177507210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1146327261177507210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1146327261177507210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1146327261177507210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/mon-anniversaire-seventeen-and-grubby.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-490275748164763566</id><published>2007-08-09T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:38:57.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You oughta know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrator&apos;s narrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.......I'm working on a new chapter but I've committed to writing on this blog at least every other day- which  I haven't decided is good or bad for my writing- but, either way, I'm going to write something now, because, well, it's that time again kidos.*that has to be one of the longest sentences ever recorded by man....in fact, I'm sure it is.Stuff I've been thinking about lately ( because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/490275748164763566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=490275748164763566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/490275748164763566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/490275748164763566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-3267970615168143070</id><published>2007-08-07T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:28:49.132-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mommy and MeWe are the same person separated by 41 years. Our physical similarities are obvious; we share the same blond hair and speckle-green eyes, but it is our personalities that are most similar. My mother is an adventurer- in every since of the word. She doesn’t find her happiness in routine or stability. She loves fiercely and gives dutifully. She approaches people unafraid; as though she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3267970615168143070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=3267970615168143070' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3267970615168143070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3267970615168143070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/mommy-and-me-we-are-same-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/RriM3bPj4hI/AAAAAAAAAA4/twBZnwnd5Zo/s72-c/mike+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-2083764216238886184</id><published>2007-08-03T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:32:02.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I Rememberconversations #2The air was warm and thick, the way East Texas summers are. The lazy atmosphere consumed even the sun during its nightly descent, as the golden rays seemingly basked them for hours. The crickets sang a chorus that complimented the silence that sat between them. Lovers that had once found comfort in every utterance were now separated by the immense time that had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2083764216238886184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=2083764216238886184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2083764216238886184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2083764216238886184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-i-remember-conversations-2-air-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-7207614727554332414</id><published>2007-08-01T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:28:49.305-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Y Chromosome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singledom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>palms pressed firmly togetherthoughts intertwinedI miss these moments with youthat exist only in my mind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7207614727554332414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=7207614727554332414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7207614727554332414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7207614727554332414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/palms-pressed-firmly-together-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/RrEC7bPj4gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/f6a9ul1OjhI/s72-c/b0010582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-7814319452464857598</id><published>2007-07-30T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:10:07.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrator&apos;s narrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Y Chromosome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singledom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn LuckyHere’s the problem. I’ve got to be blown away. I mean, AMAZED. Then again, I have to be adored. The two don’t seem to mix. I mean, if I am truly amazed by a guy then what is the likelihood he will feel the same way about me? Whereas, if I am not amazed by the guy but he is amazed by me we will continue to play a charade where I keep going on date after date hoping that at some point I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7814319452464857598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=7814319452464857598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7814319452464857598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7814319452464857598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn-lucky-heres-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-8221230388584520607</id><published>2007-07-26T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:35:58.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember it wellConversations #1She breathed in a sigh of relief and listened to the wood creak in response. Old wooden benches, laid down with piety, rubbed worn from trembling hands. “Remember us?” she spoke softly to him. “Remember us in this place, when I was young and you were so wise. Remember when you held me here and made me believe? I remember it well, my skin on fire with the warmth of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8221230388584520607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=8221230388584520607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8221230388584520607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8221230388584520607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/remember-it-well-she-breathed-in-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4474474885139383339</id><published>2007-07-23T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:04:06.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 7This Life“The words of the American Declaration of Independence ring: right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. This is what America is about: the pursuit. Notice that the framers did not write that people had the outright right to happiness. No, that would have been far too easy. You see, America has become to be defined by this statement, this turn of phrase, which will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4474474885139383339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4474474885139383339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4474474885139383339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4474474885139383339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-8-this-life-words-of-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5255342509684268195</id><published>2007-07-22T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:18:14.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"This is a day when truths will out..."--Suicide of a Moderate Dictator, Elizabeth Bishop</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5255342509684268195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5255342509684268195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5255342509684268195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5255342509684268195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-736801407007785077</id><published>2007-07-20T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:30:03.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Y Chromosome'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This one is for the LadiesHere something that’s been a long time coming. If it sounds like a rant, well, that’s because it is. If it sounds angry…hmm…it’s not. I’m not angry about myself. I have no one to be angry at. But I am angry for my friends and that’s who I am writing this note for: the lovely ladies.Men, there’s a couple of things we need to get straight. First of all, men always complain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/736801407007785077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=736801407007785077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/736801407007785077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/736801407007785077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-one-is-for-ladies-here-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-9058454355161982601</id><published>2007-07-19T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:20:45.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyesBut you're so far-sighted thatyou can't place trust in what or who you recognize. "Working on a new chapter...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9058454355161982601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=9058454355161982601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/9058454355161982601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/9058454355161982601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-backwards-attraction-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-2630347316489322076</id><published>2007-07-16T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:43:50.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Y Chromosome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I put millions of miles under my heels, but still too close to you I feel."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2630347316489322076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=2630347316489322076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2630347316489322076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2630347316489322076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-put-millions-of-miles-under-my-heels.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1418536734824055133</id><published>2007-07-13T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:55:02.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Song for a HeartJuly 11, 200210 months after the terrorist attack on our country.While I was playing on a beach in GalvestonHours before Josh looked up at the stars and asked me to marry him.My friend Lindsey turned a corner too fast and flipped her car. She was seventeen years old.For the past two days, I’ve been trying to find the words to say on the 5th anniversary of her death. I still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1418536734824055133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1418536734824055133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1418536734824055133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1418536734824055133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/song-for-heart-july-11-2002-10-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-3294287549892245399</id><published>2007-07-11T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:06:31.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 6To love unconditionallyThere is a world outside my window. The leaves are almost completely gone now affording me a clear view of the campus. There is a particularly beautiful building that sits across from my window, partially blocking my view of the hillside. It is the church. There are days when I catch myself watching it unconsciously, my eyes gazing over the tall spires that seem to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3294287549892245399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=3294287549892245399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3294287549892245399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3294287549892245399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-7-to-love-unconditionally-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-2114325988103942590</id><published>2007-07-11T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:34:55.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Debate Exposes Doubt"[If Christ] burst out from the cross, `My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation." --Life of PiAn awesome review of an even better book-http://www.amazon.com/Life-Pi-Yann-Martel/dp/B000KYAV7I'If you have no doubt, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2114325988103942590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=2114325988103942590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2114325988103942590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/2114325988103942590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/debate-exposes-doubt-if-christ-burst.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-7513070245216659070</id><published>2007-07-02T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:38:06.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wonderfully MadeThroughout the writing of my blog, I have made it no secret of my fumbling within religion- specifically Christianity. I chose to become a Christian when I was 13 years old. I wasn’t raised in the church, unlike many of my friends. I am unsure if this has hindered or helped my beliefs, even though I know what I did was a conscious decision and I continue to stand behind it. With </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7513070245216659070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=7513070245216659070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7513070245216659070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7513070245216659070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/wonderfully-made-throughout-writing-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1538250274196830614</id><published>2007-06-15T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:56:51.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Josh says it's about unrequited homosexuality but I still love it anywayFor your delight- Dave Matthew's Band, #41:Come see:I swear by now (that) I'm playing timeI against my troubles (a battle to be won)I'm coming slow but speedingDo you wish a dance?and while I'm in the front, the play on time is wonOh, but the difficult is coming hereI will go in this way and find my own way out (away from you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1538250274196830614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1538250274196830614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1538250274196830614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1538250274196830614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/josh-says-its-about-unrequited.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-674446621495888894</id><published>2007-06-12T20:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:06:48.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 5A long way from that fool’s mistakeI suppose there are always conflicting accounts when it comes to any story of consequence. I am sure that if you were to ask John what happened he would state something about me not being satisfied in the relationship because I relied on him too much. There are always conflicting reports but there is also usually a bit of truth in each one. Here is mine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/674446621495888894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=674446621495888894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/674446621495888894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/674446621495888894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-6-im-long-way-from-that-fools.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-7125433278727052100</id><published>2007-06-10T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:07:17.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 4You are just another thing I’ve yet to fathomA rush of wind met me outside the church’s heavy doors. I found the campus’ infinite emptiness fitting for my present mood. “God is not insecure…” I always wondered why people talked about God as if he were human. It seemed to me that his mightiness could be better expressed than through broad generalities on the human condition. What the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7125433278727052100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=7125433278727052100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7125433278727052100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7125433278727052100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-5-you-are-just-another-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5874679759681479867</id><published>2007-05-27T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:38:40.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To you:I need you to know-I'm praying for youI want to make it go awayI didn't mean to use the past tense in my letterI want to drive home, wrap you in my arms, and tell you it will be okYou are strong and amazing. You are one of the best men I've ever known. I don't know what is going to happen, but I am sure that you will handle it with a manner of grace and maturity that will surpass those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5874679759681479867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5874679759681479867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5874679759681479867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5874679759681479867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-you-i-need-you-to-know-im-praying.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-8644890772326477073</id><published>2007-05-24T13:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T11:38:15.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrator&apos;s narrative'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Calm in the WavesThere was a girl that lived next to the sea. She would watch the world float by her little life, considering the occasional waves that were able to change her perception of time. She would sit, watching the passing boats. With a raised hand, she steadied the horizon that lay before her. ‘All that I look past and all that I can see can be steadied by the width of my hand’. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8644890772326477073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=8644890772326477073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8644890772326477073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8644890772326477073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/calm-in-waves-there-was-girl-that-lived.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-5678831637441990404</id><published>2007-05-06T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:54:31.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Until Lately...Vixi Puellis Nuper IdoneusThey flee from me that sometime did me seek,With naked foot stalking within my chamber:Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek,That now are wild, and do not once rememberThat sometime they have put themselves in dangerTo take bread at my hand; and now they range,Busily seeking in continual change.Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwiseTwenty times </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5678831637441990404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=5678831637441990404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5678831637441990404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/5678831637441990404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/vixi-puellis-nuper-idoneus.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-768500199894406455</id><published>2007-05-03T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:51:10.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Man who Stands for HimselfI don’t believe in labels, people rarely adhere to them.I spoke recently to an old friend. I told him quietly, firmly that I was no longer a Christian and that I could not identify myself with this label any longer. He seemed perplexed by my words. His head tilted to the side as he said, “You were, but now you’re not?” I knew that this would be a difficult conversation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/768500199894406455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=768500199894406455' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/768500199894406455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/768500199894406455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/man-who-stands-for-himself-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-336368581655195504</id><published>2007-05-02T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:21:23.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Y Chromosome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Call me in five years.........60 minutes24 hours365 days5 yearsTime: it's all I got and everything I need.who ever said it was women who can't make up their minds?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/336368581655195504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=336368581655195504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/336368581655195504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/336368581655195504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/call-me-in-five-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-8327930543216552864</id><published>2007-04-30T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:51:53.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singledom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal shit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darlin'"I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips, andthey both tell me we're better than this.'Cause that's what I'm waiting for.that's what i'm waiting for, aren't I?that's what I'm waiting for darlin'. "When did waiting for better become acting for nothing?Last year around this time, I began the 'single thing'. I purposefuly remained single to clarify my mind and figure myself out. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8327930543216552864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=8327930543216552864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8327930543216552864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/8327930543216552864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/04/darlin-i-can-see-it-in-your-eyes-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-7575005367633395754</id><published>2007-04-26T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:53:23.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tick, Tack, TickleThe name of your name tickles my tongueI open my mouth to give and say it loudBut the letters trip and fall onto the ground‘Kiss me, call me’ you ask so pleasantlyOne, two, three, an open mouth and thenI watch the consonants fall back down againEye to your eyes smile at my fumble“When they open it is like a sunrise”, I sayHappy green that brightens my everydayTick, tack, tickle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7575005367633395754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=7575005367633395754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7575005367633395754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/7575005367633395754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/04/tick-tack-tickle-name-of-your-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-3849557261335128299</id><published>2007-04-16T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T11:39:19.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random Song Lyrics from my Ipod set on random."falling in and out of love (something sweet to throw away)i want something good to die for to make it beautiful to livei want a new mistake, to lose is more than to hesitate.""It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes""the freckles in our eyes are mirror images, and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned""All at once you look across a crowded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3849557261335128299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=3849557261335128299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3849557261335128299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/3849557261335128299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-song-lyrics-from-my-ipod-set-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-239155337774067052</id><published>2007-04-13T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:57:30.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Life'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm DrivingI want a breeze, and an open mindI want to swim in the oceanand take my time for me--all meSo I'm finally graduating and moving away. This has been one of the best times of my life. I read somewhere that in your twenties, you're simply reacting. I felt like that for a long time. I felt like I was only reacting to the situations and people around me. I couldn't figure out why I didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/239155337774067052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=239155337774067052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/239155337774067052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/239155337774067052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-driving-i-want-breeze-and-open-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-906176970358715873</id><published>2007-04-05T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:45:57.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This one goes out to the one I love....I said my first prayer in months for you today. When you told me, I realized that you might not always be here. All our past fell away, and I was talking to the man that I had given my heart to years ago. We've been through it all, and because of that, I know I can always turn to you. I am humbled by your honesty and the power that remains between us.God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/906176970358715873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=906176970358715873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/906176970358715873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/906176970358715873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-one-goes-out-to-one-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-1541787909287656818</id><published>2007-04-02T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T11:38:58.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For me, I havePalms graze palms with silent prayersRusty lips reciting antiqued lines‘Forgive me for I have...’Sinned? Sinned. Sinned!Have I sinned for…?Sinned? Sinned. Sinned!‘Forgive me for I have…’Rusty lips reciting antiqued linesPalms graze palms with silent prayers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1541787909287656818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=1541787909287656818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1541787909287656818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/1541787909287656818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-i-have-palms-graze-palms-with-silent.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-256143929720793779</id><published>2007-03-30T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:01:35.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Really Good SongI know I would apologize if I could see in your eyes'cause when you showed me myself, you know, I became someone elsebut I was caught in between all you wish for and all you need.--In the Sun by Michael Stipe with Chris Martin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/256143929720793779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=256143929720793779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/256143929720793779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/256143929720793779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/03/really-good-song-i-know-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4313377524578626250</id><published>2007-03-26T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:07:41.264-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 3What It Means“I don’t understand all the things you’ve seen, but I’m slipping in between you and your big dreams.” The lyrics float across the room as I lay on my bed listening to the CD Sarah had left on my desk. She had written a simple note, “#9, Love you,” I had known immediately the song would contain the perfect lyrics to carry me through my winding thoughts. I needed to move but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4313377524578626250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4313377524578626250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4313377524578626250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4313377524578626250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-understand-all-things-youve-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-4035208898754394457</id><published>2007-03-25T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:53:56.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what happens when I read E. E. CummingsI loved you first (first I loved you),did you (see) know it?Neck (connects) to --------&gt; shoulderAnd“”(wide) open (wide)””eyesflinching of wrist/tsirwglances asideI kissed you with myw (each) o (and) r (every) d (syllable) sto show itbreast to rib (like eve from adam)F l n g heartsu t r it es l i d i n gof fingers (our intertwined)wants[</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4035208898754394457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=4035208898754394457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4035208898754394457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/4035208898754394457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-what-happens-when-i-read-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14146801.post-9218193189668854732</id><published>2007-03-19T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:26:53.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So there's been some question as to whether my blog is biographical or not. My commentary, short stories, and poems all have roots in my life experiences. I am constantly inspired by those around me to write about people and the lives they lead. If you feel that you have been misrepresented on my blog, then I am sorry. My characters are a mixture of the people that have come in and out of my life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9218193189668854732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14146801&amp;postID=9218193189668854732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/9218193189668854732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14146801/posts/default/9218193189668854732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkmyselfcrazy.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-theres-been-some-question-as-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Je Dois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12797956898701178374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9IM3ffJixHw/R82GqJ8SuKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsA8-3Yo0-o/S220/france+368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
