<?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-6426524828565130937</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:13:25.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TwatWaffle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TwatWaffle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597160170333595168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426524828565130937.post-8827225449398447995</id><published>2008-10-15T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:27:26.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate dumb people</title><content type='html'>People today especially have seemed to be really pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples: My dad and the tards watching (more so commenting) on the Phillip DeFranco Show on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a conversation with my dad where he starting to preach to me about how the Bible is perfect and Jesus is awesome and I need to have my soul saved because the end is near. Oh no! Not the end of the world! I have better things to worry about then that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in a higher being and I certainly don't believe that the Bible is perfect, being created by man. Also, I'm sure most know that the Council of Nicaea actually put together the Bible, excluding some important texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if you look at what the Christian church has done to diminish the power of women and give males sole power and more specifically the church sole power it is evident what the purpose of religion is. Personally, I believe it to be an elaborate scheme to control people by what they fear the most: death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, while saying that I do respect people have such strong religious convictions. Good for them. I wish they would just keep an open mind. And do some research about their religion then blindly following the power of the pulpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I feel religion should stay totally out of the presidential campaign. There are some absolutely terrible religious people out there, and just because you love Jesus doesn't mean you are going to be able to make the right decisions for a country that was settled to get away from religious persecutions. We have no set religion for this country for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. I base my vote a lot on the abortion issue. Why? Because it's very telling of the person who comments on it. McCain blatantly said it's wrong and that he wants it reversed. I can obviously tell from that his character. There is no black and white in the world. And no one should be telling me what is right for my body. Just another way to keep women down. Obama on the other hand says he personally thinks abortion is wrong, but he cannot tell women what they should do with their bodies. And I repect that. A lot. You don't always have to believe what others do, just don't judge them and try to take away their rights because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Phillip DeFranco Show thing. I like the show. I think he's a good guy; watch some episodes and you will see that. Just the people that comment to his videos should be sent back to school for a long long time. As he does, Phil asked the question of the day. Which today happened to be if you were stuck on an island with all the water and food you need, what three things would you bring. And they cannot be people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok 1st off. Not one person said a lighter or a match. Maybe two said gas. No one said anything about perhaps tools to work the land with and build. In fact, most said Their ipod, their computer, their blackberry, and a person (mainly horny chicks). I actually hope this situation happens to some people so they can learn from their dumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person said electricity, which was good. I'd laugh my ass off if someone took their electronics only to find that there was no electricity. And being an island, probably no cell service or wifi available. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One answer I liked though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;a windmill to power my laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;a thing to get internet for my laptop      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they were thinking about practical energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope for these people is that one person said a plane (he also said an AK-47 though) and one said a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing that just really irked me what things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.porn&lt;br /&gt;2.lube&lt;br /&gt;3.more porn      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammock&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;bendy straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.my zune&lt;br /&gt;2.car&lt;br /&gt;3.the mall      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my personal fav from "Whitepower5678":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. A gun to shoot niggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. A torch to burn wetbacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. A knife to stab chinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. A hammer to beat Jews to death      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comon people, use your brains!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426524828565130937-8827225449398447995?l=twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/feeds/8827225449398447995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426524828565130937&amp;postID=8827225449398447995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/8827225449398447995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/8827225449398447995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-dumb-people.html' title='I hate dumb people'/><author><name>TwatWaffle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597160170333595168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426524828565130937.post-8074110676298952976</id><published>2008-09-17T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:35:52.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The measurement of love</title><content type='html'>I just was on facebook and felt absolutely compelled to write this. On the sidebar where the advertisements and I saw this engagement ring site saying how their design of rings infuse both classical and contemporary styles. The art kid in me had to check it out. Seriously, if you think I went for any other reason, you do not know me well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the rings I saw on there disgusted me. They pissed me the fuck off! Every single ring I saw was absolutely encrusted with diamonds. Fucking nice ones at that. Encrusted probably isn't the right word. There were like, a gazillion diamonds on one ring. Every ring like that.&lt;a href="http://www.verragio.com/"&gt; See for yourself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, normally engagement rings and wedding rings don't upset me that much. Symbol of love blah blah blah. But whoa now homies. It's officially gone too far. I feel extremely stressed out thinking about the thought of even getting a ring (if that ever happens for me) close to that. I would feel shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame. Guilt. Not proud that my man loves me so much he'd get me something so... shiny and expensive as those rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I much rather something small, sweet, thoughtful, and similar to my character then a gob of diamonds. I would feel so awful! Why should a guy buy something like that to convince a girl of his love?! I never want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want is my guy to pay off student loans, save money for a house, create some financial stability!!!! instead of spending all that money and going into debt for a wad of nothing special. Who am I to ask for a frivolous hunk of metal and rock that symbolizes love that I shouldn't need the reminder of in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reminder of love cannot be bought. It's seen every day when in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with people these days!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426524828565130937-8074110676298952976?l=twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/feeds/8074110676298952976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426524828565130937&amp;postID=8074110676298952976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/8074110676298952976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/8074110676298952976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/measurement-of-love.html' title='The measurement of love'/><author><name>TwatWaffle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597160170333595168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426524828565130937.post-2006533468186099356</id><published>2008-09-02T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:15:48.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The workplace</title><content type='html'>So a lady at work got fired the other day for stealing. She was really working on my nerves and deserved it so I have no pity for her. But anyways, it got me to thinking, why do people steal from their employers and what can we do to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, people are stealing because they feel slighted or even so much as abused by their employer. We aren't getting paid enough to even survive. They say don't bite the hand that feeds. What about the one that doesn't give you enough to feed even close to comfortably? Bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't pay an employee minimum wage which is only 14, 872 a year before taxes (7.15, 40 hours a week, 52 weeks in a year). I get about 13% taken out per pay period so yeah. For a family of two, that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poverty_in_the_United_States#The_official_measure_of_poverty"&gt;skirts right above the official poverty level in the US.&lt;/a&gt;  Oh, and believe me, it's hard to do 40 hours a week at a minimum wage job. Then the employer has to start paying for benefits an all that fun stuff. At BiLo, only 5 people in the entire store have benefits. Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a fun fact; in 2006 1 in 8 people in the US were below the poverty level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have the poverty thing. Then start adding acquired debt, medical costs, children costs, etc. Minimum wage is nothing. It's a slap in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially because the people who work minimum wage jobs usually do the shit jobs no one else wants to. They wear you down, more or less humiliate you, then the employer treats you like shit. You're sick. They scream and holler. You work with food but are so flued up you can barely function. yet they want you to come in and spread the sickness to the patrons. And of course, fuck with your body's need for rest to fight off the sickness. And they don't pay for your doctor's visit after you've worn yourself out so badly that you won't get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if someone does actually call off, do they call in someone else to fill in the position? No. I got bitched out (My manager joked about yelling at me like she does her kids, in front of me. Excuse me, I'm your employee, not your child. Bitch) one day I tried to call in sick 30 min before my shift. I had been trying to psych myself into feeling well enough to go. Well, 30 minutes before a shift obviously wasn't enough time. I ended up dry heaving in the bathroom and behind the deli most of the day. No, I wasn't hung over. I have stomach issues. After going through all the shit, I consistantly see other people calling off when they need to. But my manager never calls anyone in to fill the shift, no matter how far in advance she knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leads to the worker there having to pick up the slack. It's stressfull. It's horrible. And you don't even get a thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then Labor Day! I worked 7-3. Labor day was made to be&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labor_Day"&gt; "a day off for the working citizens"&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah, fuck that. Almost every place I can think of where the real working class, those making minimum wage, works was open. Oh, but BiLo closed 2 hours early in respect for the holiday. Why even bother? Slap in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to stealing... I'm sure you know that many many employers train the security camera on the workers, not the consumers. But did you know they have secret shoppers basically doing the smae thing. That's how the lady at work got busted. At Bon-ton we all had to bring whatever we needed to our station in clear plastic purses. Imagine carrying your tampons through a store in a clear plastic purse, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employer scrutiny is not going to help. Trust and compassion really is the only way to lower employee stealing. Would you really steal from a nice person? It's like taking candy from a baby. Stealing from someone who thanks you for coming in on your day off, for trying to get you a pay raise, for understanding sickness, for showing you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt; would be all but unheard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come so far as a society in workplace issues. But we have not come nearly far enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Check out &lt;a href="http://www.povertyinamerica.psu.edu/"&gt;Poverty In America&lt;/a&gt; and find the Living Wage Calculator. It's pretty awesome/eye-opening. The Living wage for Indiana, PA is 19.14 per hour for a family of 2 adults and 2 children. Check it out, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426524828565130937-2006533468186099356?l=twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/feeds/2006533468186099356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426524828565130937&amp;postID=2006533468186099356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/2006533468186099356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/2006533468186099356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/workplace.html' title='The workplace'/><author><name>TwatWaffle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597160170333595168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426524828565130937.post-2387525479006106780</id><published>2008-08-27T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:55:48.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged</title><content type='html'>As of late I've been feeling quite like a caged animal. It's an anxiety I feel in my chest. I need to get out, away, something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now is one of those times. It's incredibly frustrating. Currently my room is one big trash hole after an unsuccessful attempt to arrange my room differently. I cannot get any work done because I see the mess and get all anxious... then I want to clean it... but I don't have the time and I'm just going to tear it apart again in a few days when I get a chance to change it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my room is so messy it's easy to bump into something. Nothing is accessible. Right now my chair is on top of a stack of papers to be filed away. My living room is not much better. It just feels smaller then usual. Zack and Shelby just moved in; so now there are 4 people in the apt. I can feel it shrink. No one's fault, it just is. I need to get out of Indiana for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the loudness is bothering me. I'm getting the beginning of a migraine I suppose. Sensitivity towards the loud morons outside at the bar, the ufc fighting, the sound of my keyboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dirtiness and the amount of shit I need to get done is just stressful. Mainly the clutter. I need to do some readings. But my head is a fog and my stomach is a knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I bring this on myself? How do I stop the endless cycle. What  a mess I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426524828565130937-2387525479006106780?l=twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/feeds/2387525479006106780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426524828565130937&amp;postID=2387525479006106780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/2387525479006106780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/2387525479006106780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/2008/08/caged.html' title='Caged'/><author><name>TwatWaffle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597160170333595168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426524828565130937.post-2871621427575925116</id><published>2008-08-13T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:49:46.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>This is basically a list of websites over the past few months that have made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1762034"&gt;Do you have enemies? Do your enemies have hamsters? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        It makes me laugh, cry, and jaw drop in horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1764393"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bunnies do is hump!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Think of their spawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1821388"&gt;Educating Grandma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Big black dildo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.violentacres.com/archives/193/what-would-happen-if-you-bought-25-bottles-of-nyquil"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if you happened to buy 25 bottles of NyQuil?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Her writing is addicting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1811772"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have been the fighting squirrels. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They're so badass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1763610"&gt;Cute Japanese kids dressed as pirates, singing, and dancing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        = love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/katamari.jpg"&gt;Khaaaaaaaaaaan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Katamari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJkaKAIl_Fc"&gt;In my world, everyone's a pony!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/1404/saturday-night-live-snl-digital-short-natalie-raps"&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I never said I was a role model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1802734"&gt;Another singing asian child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I want to do this song karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uX4NT3iDuRE"&gt;Dancing gingerbread man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        To can't touch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1734043"&gt;A Canadian study of spiders reactions to drugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1739081"&gt;Rollin' VIP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Life comes at you fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1756391"&gt;Best fall down ever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Fast forward to 1 minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1804229"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking Seth Rogan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       He's so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1762034" href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1762034"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426524828565130937-2871621427575925116?l=twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/feeds/2871621427575925116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426524828565130937&amp;postID=2871621427575925116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/2871621427575925116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/2871621427575925116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me happy'/><author><name>TwatWaffle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597160170333595168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426524828565130937.post-1729429325241083140</id><published>2008-08-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:30:27.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aramark is Evil</title><content type='html'>I found &lt;a href="http://www.iup.edu/newsItem.aspx?id=46647&amp;amp;blogid=691"&gt;this little gem&lt;/a&gt; today on the IUP website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Aramark. Just another way to cut costs ruthlessly. And then claim it's for the good of the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit it kind of is. But I know the company too well to actually believe that this choice was based off concern of the environment. Less trays means less money on water (the dishwashers use an incredible amount of water), less money wasted on employee hours (Aramark hates paying people), and apparently 24% less food wasted. They say other schools are doing it too! Who wants to be bet those schools' food service is also Aramark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aramark has never been concerned with anything except the bottom line (I could go on and on...). So while I'm happy that at least we will be making an impact, albeit a small one, I am just skeptical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426524828565130937-1729429325241083140?l=twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/feeds/1729429325241083140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426524828565130937&amp;postID=1729429325241083140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/1729429325241083140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/1729429325241083140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/2008/08/aramark-is-evil.html' title='Aramark is Evil'/><author><name>TwatWaffle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597160170333595168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426524828565130937.post-4527929931053885524</id><published>2008-08-11T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:34:14.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It has come to my attention the Facebook applications that I used to associate with humor now is just breeding ground from 15 year old hopeless romantics and jesus freaks. I don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;From Facebook Flair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"nick jonas's girlfriend": No. You're. Not. Stop being a delusional little brat and do something with your life. He's not even that hot. And I ask you, does he know what to do with any household tool, ie. monkey wrench; I doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"with every kiss; and every hug you make me; fall in love": Gag me. Not only is this incredibly retarded, it is also improper grammar. Yes, I know, coming from me. But that is just wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope they suffer a terrible dramatic breakup, which they will, because they are 15 and hormonal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"WWJT What Would Jesus Text?" Nothing, actually. I betcha that fun loving Jesus of the Old Testament that you all scorn gays because of would also see technology as the devil. You're going to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I have random conversations with an imaginary Nick Jonas" Oh......... my... My only regret is I have no idea how many of these flairs have been sent, though I'm guessing a lot since it was only on page 27. Scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I do whatever my rice crispies tell me to": hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426524828565130937-4527929931053885524?l=twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4527929931053885524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426524828565130937&amp;postID=4527929931053885524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/4527929931053885524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/4527929931053885524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/2008/08/ranting-mood.html' title='Ranting Mood'/><author><name>TwatWaffle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597160170333595168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426524828565130937.post-8157186252344542537</id><published>2008-08-08T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:57:14.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Confession</title><content type='html'>I have a secret confession: I am addicted to &lt;a href="http://marthastewart.com"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a food nut and her recipes make my tummy go woo! Coconut souffles!? Asparagus, snap pea, and avocado pasta! Mint, cucumber, and vodka cocktail! How does one even do that!? Cucumbers with your booze, unheard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weirdest thing to date i have seen on her website: Pear Rosemary Cocktail. Rosemary, really? I need to try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I watched a solid three hours of "Good Things" video clips. Terrible, I know. But seriously, would wouldn't watch her make fresh margaritas! Bitch knows her alcohol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426524828565130937-8157186252344542537?l=twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/feeds/8157186252344542537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426524828565130937&amp;postID=8157186252344542537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/8157186252344542537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/8157186252344542537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/2008/08/secret-confession.html' title='Secret Confession'/><author><name>TwatWaffle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597160170333595168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426524828565130937.post-8677118731632014640</id><published>2008-08-04T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:16:39.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid or feasible?</title><content type='html'>I think of everything the government has become. All the lies and deception. And the thought pops into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public schools have been horribly underfunded for quite some time now. What if that's the plan? The government holds the purse strings. I can totally see purposely underfunding schools as something that the government would do to keep their power. True education breeds minds that don't just take orders. But that's what the government thrives on; total control without someone saying... wait, what? If the government kept school funding low, obviously students would not be getting as good of an education as they should be. There would be less programs and teachers would not be as intelligent as they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, there aren't many benefits to teaching other then the small possibility of changing some lives. Teachers get treated like crap; they aren't paid what they're worth, they're belittled by students , their benefits are slipping away, support staff is more or less non-existent, and they easily can get sued in this greedy day-in-age. Currently I hold a 1 million dollar liability policy so I can student teach. And that's the minimum required by law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government is slowly allowing the schooling of this country go down the shitter. On purpose? My point here is that without true education we are becoming a society of morons who just listen to what our government tells us. We take no action. We were not taught to fight for what we believe in; or to think for that matter. And that's great for the government. It keeps those rich kids from good, private schools in power. Of course the occasional person of power comes from an underfunded school. But the majority rules, and the majority are easily manipulated because of said underfunding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education in this country is not valued, which to me is odd. We claim ourselves to be number one in the world. We're the best! At everything! But we're breeding idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we want to stay on top, it starts with education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we want to bring peace to this world (which I think a loftier goal), it starts with education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fantasize what the world would be like if we took per year attacking our neighbors and put it towards education. The result would be mind blowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426524828565130937-8677118731632014640?l=twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/feeds/8677118731632014640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426524828565130937&amp;postID=8677118731632014640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/8677118731632014640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/8677118731632014640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/2008/08/paranoid-or-feasible.html' title='Paranoid or feasible?'/><author><name>TwatWaffle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597160170333595168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426524828565130937.post-575269315650062415</id><published>2008-08-04T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:06:47.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That love thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love can't really be described in words without using a metaphor, simile, or action. Here's a list of stuff that is love, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;helping me wash the dishes, without me having to ask (why? because then I know my partner cares enough about me to get off his ass and help me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that goofy feeling I get right about where my ribs come together (fuck the heart)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thinking your love's "flaws" are adorable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when in a conversation, you listen, instead of just waiting to talk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ability to compromise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being able to "get down" with your partner despite mutual morning breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;silence is not uncomfortable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6426524828565130937-575269315650062415?l=twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/feeds/575269315650062415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6426524828565130937&amp;postID=575269315650062415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/575269315650062415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426524828565130937/posts/default/575269315650062415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twatwafflebakery.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-love-thing.html' title='That love thing'/><author><name>TwatWaffle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597160170333595168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
