<?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-6188265</id><updated>2012-01-07T12:34:58.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the adventures of mel</title><subtitle type='html'>A Made-in-the-South Original</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-1311467723301718754</id><published>2009-05-03T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:27:34.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you smell damn delicious.</title><summary type='text'>Voted employee of the month. The boys are back in town. Beer pong. Smelling one another intensely. Belting out the "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" soundtrack. RAIN RAIN RAIN. 16 ounce Newcastles. Taking bathroom breaks in pairs...boys in the sink, girls on the seat. Nightmare Before Christmas tattoos. Pressure points. Redheaded Sluts (the drink). The best fucking blueberry pancakes in the world. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/1311467723301718754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=1311467723301718754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/1311467723301718754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/1311467723301718754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-smell-damn-delicious.html' title='you smell damn delicious.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-114179033493094962</id><published>2006-03-07T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:58:54.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am such a neglecting bitch.</title><summary type='text'>i left you for so long. most everyone's gone away, or like joe bloggs put "GONE" by my name.so sad.well i'm back. hooray! maybe? right? or do you not miss me at all? i understand. anyway, i published the last post which was a draft i forgot to un-hide. it's cute and makes me happy.the boy and i are doing good. been dating for almost 13 months. wow. my dad's all anti-the-boy now, but wtf ever.so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/114179033493094962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=114179033493094962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/114179033493094962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/114179033493094962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-such-neglecting-bitch.html' title='i am such a neglecting bitch.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-112516919721811525</id><published>2005-08-27T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:54:42.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got an iPod.</title><summary type='text'>hello, dear friends.i've been VERY busy, so this is another lousy recap post.so me and the boy are officially an item as of about 2 or 3 weekends ago. it was sweet. we went to the top of this nearby mountain that looks over the city, and he kissed me. and that was that. i pushed him off, stood him up and didn't return several of his phonecalls for six months and he never went away. guess he's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/112516919721811525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=112516919721811525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/112516919721811525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/112516919721811525'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-111975515427074929</id><published>2005-06-25T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:18:50.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drunken whore adventures, volume two</title><summary type='text'>the boy has a friend who owns a skatepark and he throws a lot of after-hours parties. it used to be an old gym, so one half of it is a skatepark and the other is a sort of unfinished, do-whatever huge ass room. he's been in business for a couple of years now and is doing really well.but yeah, i got pretty wasted there on friday. it wasn't the first time.i was drinking before i got there because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111975515427074929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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five</title><summary type='text'>when you "lose" a file in harddrive never-neverland, does it make a sound? if i were to guess, i'd suppose it sounded like a flock of seagulls.(the band or the bird, it all works.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111938077833733163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111938077833733163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111938077833733163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111938077833733163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/06/work-bitch-volume-five.html' title='work, bitch! volume five'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='text'>disenchanted</title><summary type='text'>Main Entry:  disenchantedPart of Speech:  adjectiveDefinition:  let downSynonyms:  blasé, cynical, disappointed, disenthralled, disentranced, disillusioned, embittered, indifferent, jaundiced, knowing, mondaine, sick of, sophisticate, sophisticated, soured, undeceived, worldly, worldly-wise(ex: "Melissa is disenchanted with the boy, life and her job. All are mediocre and at a standstill.")</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111850016838909741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111850016838909741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111850016838909741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111850016838909741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/06/disenchanted.html' title='disenchanted'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-111802650218567379</id><published>2005-06-05T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T16:09:23.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>redneck adventures, volume seven</title><summary type='text'>i met some friends for bowling saturday night. i beat all the guys. woohoo. played in the arcade for a good hour. i won a light-up keychain in the shape of a hand that says, "OK." yeah, i don't get it either.then we piled up in the back of the boy's truck and rode around. after giving the "hell yeah" and "hey sexy" to some dumpster divers, seeing how fast mcnuggets could fly and giving croutons </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111802650218567379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111802650218567379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111802650218567379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111802650218567379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/06/redneck-adventures-volume-seven.html' title='redneck adventures, volume seven'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-111767448296927092</id><published>2005-06-01T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T18:08:21.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>death becomes her.</title><summary type='text'>my indoor cat died today.the same with the seizures and all. (it's obviously our dickhead neighbors leaving out antifreeze. and lo and behold, the city won't do anything about it.) i've had cats all my life and he was by far my favorite. he was very vocal and always understood what you were saying. he loved sleeping in my bed, but refused giving kisses. he drooled when you rubbed in between his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111767448296927092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111767448296927092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111767448296927092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111767448296927092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/06/death-becomes-her.html' title='death becomes her.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-111751066019858466</id><published>2005-05-30T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T20:42:17.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blackmailed, she fell off every mountain.</title><summary type='text'>i had to watch a cat die today in my garage.well, it didn't die right then, but it was well on its way. it took animal control over an hour to get here. by then the cat had had 4 or 5 seizures where it flopped around, muscles curled up and eyes buldging out like it had seen a ghost, all while puking and spraying us. it sounded like a child being sufficated. i have never heard a cat make that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111751066019858466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111751066019858466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111751066019858466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111751066019858466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/05/blackmailed-she-fell-off-every.html' title='blackmailed, she fell off every mountain.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-111610518190918866</id><published>2005-05-14T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T14:13:01.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pink is my signature color.</title><summary type='text'>steel magnolias is the best movie EVER.anyway, hope you like the pink. sorry i've neglected you, and i hope the comments are working ok. will update soon!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111610518190918866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111610518190918866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111610518190918866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111610518190918866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/05/pink-is-my-signature-color.html' title='pink is my signature color.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-111508288926739166</id><published>2005-05-02T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T18:15:04.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i puked up a whole _____________.</title><summary type='text'>that's the phrase i've used the most over the past week. i didn't have a stomach virus, but a super bad sinus infection that made me puke up snot and anything that went down the old piehole.some of my faves were:"i puked up a whole moe's burrito.'"i puked up a whole special breakfast my dad made.""i puked up a whole bottle of water all over my safe place and got to go home four hours early from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111508288926739166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111508288926739166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111508288926739166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111508288926739166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-puked-up-whole.html' title='i puked up a whole _____________.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-111446999635077033</id><published>2005-04-25T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T15:59:56.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like ginger snaps.</title><summary type='text'>first off, "l'via l'viaquez" by the mars volta is the sexiest song in my life right now. i love it. and i think someone's trying to kill my garden with all this bad weather. could someone turn off the cold air, please? yeah, thanks.i saw mindless self indulgence on thursday. GREAT show. the lead singer does an acapella version of a wutang klan song, while shaking around a fake ficus tree. and he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111446999635077033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111446999635077033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111446999635077033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111446999635077033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-like-ginger-snaps.html' title='i like ginger snaps.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-111386665044206095</id><published>2005-04-18T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:24:10.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best of the random</title><summary type='text'>the other day at work a lot of people were in our little work area, when all of a sudden my boss looks to me and says loudly over everyone's heads, "HERE, PUT THIS IN YOUR MAGIC PLACE."the end.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111386665044206095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111386665044206095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111386665044206095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111386665044206095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-of-random.html' title='the best of the random'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-111284429201550035</id><published>2005-04-06T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:24:52.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half-hoping for a showdown.</title><summary type='text'>hello folks.my life lately in a nutshell:----------i recently sold six freelance pieces. ROCK.----------i've started a garden in our yard. it's huge. i used a heavy, gas-powered tiller all by meself. forget being dainty. i'd rather be butch any day. especially if it produces pretty things.----------i'm currently obsessed with the dresdon dolls. they make me want to sit around in my underwear and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111284429201550035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111284429201550035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111284429201550035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111284429201550035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/04/half-hoping-for-showdown.html' title='half-hoping for a showdown.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-111186036911138666</id><published>2005-03-26T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T10:06:09.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work, bitch! (volume two, three, four)</title><summary type='text'>coming soon, as promised, a mel special powerpoint presentation, complete with footnotes:(sit tight, i'll try to get it online soon.)because i've been a bad blog monkey and haven't posted in quite a while, here's a special condensed three-volume post.volume twoi dress up nice for work because i feel obligated. i have one skirt that is very '50s housewife looking. sort of like a short version of a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111186036911138666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111186036911138666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111186036911138666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111186036911138666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/03/work-bitch-volume-two-three-four.html' title='work, bitch! (volume two, three, four)'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-111025843834018611</id><published>2005-03-12T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T07:38:11.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work, bitch! (volume one)</title><summary type='text'>sometimes i'd like to think that i was meant to do what i do, which is design — or  put simply: make things look pretty. but then there are weeks like this one that make me want to go on a neck-cutting spree with a 5-foot long machete.i can't go into too much detail but i will say this: some people just need to sit back, let go and allow people to do their jobs. especially if they're paying big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/111025843834018611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=111025843834018611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111025843834018611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/111025843834018611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/03/work-bitch-volume-one.html' title='work, bitch! (volume one)'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-110981259490874344</id><published>2005-03-02T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T17:16:34.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've written a lecture on why i have to leave</title><summary type='text'>so why does your best guy friend always have to end up wanting to date you?he's ruined everything. and i'm pretty sure he's just doing it to get even with his ex who cheated on him with eight different guys. there's the sympathy factor, the comfort factor, the i-need-hugs factor. it also doesn't help that he's my gateway into the social circles here. i don't know if i'm more mad at him for quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-110912114477523979</id><published>2005-02-22T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:13:34.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunken whore adventures, volume two</title><summary type='text'>so i finally got drunk for the first time since my not-so-grand college graduation in november (!!!).and it was back home with a lot of old friends who i met the summer before i went off to school.some CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY stuff happened, but ummm...here's some random notes of interest:(1) apparently a lot of people there were stoked to finally see me get drunk with them. they were pouring "boners" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110912114477523979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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bang</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110842922633367524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=110842922633367524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110842922633367524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110842922633367524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-want-bang-bang-bang.html' title='i just want bang, bang, bang'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-110771790720675600</id><published>2005-02-06T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T11:25:07.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i found jesus in a magnetized piece of plastic.</title><summary type='text'>all these "god bless our troops" magnets are driving me insane. mostly because (a) it's a trend and if you dare go against it you'll be burned and bitch-slapped and burned again, for being "unpatriotic," "godless" and "not supporting our great president" (b) most of the places that sell them donate very little, if any, of the money to the armed forces.i think i'm going to make a magnet that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110771790720675600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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adventures, volume one</title><summary type='text'>this time about a year ago my friend threw a party. he threw a lot of parties, and i was a drunken whore at almost all of them.this time there seemed to be a vast quantity of people i really didn't like. at least like, five. generally it's hard for me to really not like someone, but these people all have their own special qualities. they included: (1) the i'm-way-more-indie-and-unique-than-you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110585948714596089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=110585948714596089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110585948714596089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110585948714596089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/01/drunken-whore-adventures-volume-one.html' title='drunken whore adventures, volume one'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-110545422514467291</id><published>2005-01-11T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T06:40:33.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freetranslation.com</title><summary type='text'>i made this for my brother because he just went back to georgia tech for spring semester and i figured i'd post it because EVERYONE but me is going back to school. aww, sweet degree. that's gary, my superhero applehead chihuahua who recently ran away or could possibly be dead :( pray for him. and don't make fun of me...the nearest computer with photoshop is at least 30 minutes away. in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110545422514467291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=110545422514467291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110545422514467291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110545422514467291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2005/01/freetranslationcom.html' title='freetranslation.com'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-110514818297878086</id><published>2005-01-07T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:45:29.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vote for pedro</title><summary type='text'>if you haven't seen napoleon dynamite you're missing out. it's like, the best movie mtv's made besides office space.i just had the weirdest week of my life. if you're just joining us here at the adventures of mel (notice i say "we" when it's really just me), i just graduated from a large art college and had a job at the campus bookstore. i went back this week to help out with rush week when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110514818297878086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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stressed at work i ride the elevator two floors up and sit in my second-favorite bathroom stall (my first-favorite is the one with the creepy window in it that overlooks the neighboring tourist trap. and someone ALWAYS has the blinds open. i have a feeling i know which of my coworkers does it, because they seem like a total exhibitionist. i leave the blinds open sometimes but then i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110445271512457060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=110445271512457060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110445271512457060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110445271512457060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/12/pity-party-in-ladies-room.html' title='pity party in the ladies&apos; room'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-110403715297914363</id><published>2004-12-25T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T21:22:02.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my christmas</title><summary type='text'>my 2004 christmas consisted of this recipe:2 cats peeing and cat-humping1 broken christmas tree6 hours of mad video game playing30 minutes of hardcore working on my portfolio site2 minutes of watching a gross ham boil in a pot (i hate pork so much, i'd love to be jewish)1 day of listening to all my brothers' fake-rap songs they make for fun45 seconds of doing the "running man" dance in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110403715297914363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=110403715297914363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110403715297914363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110403715297914363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-christmas.html' title='my christmas'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-110365031751888977</id><published>2004-12-21T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:31:57.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just a visitor here, i'm not permanent</title><summary type='text'>i want to paint. i want to start playing the violin again. i want to get another part-time job so i can feel safe in knowing that i have a steady paycheck and that i get discounts somewhere. i want to buy the sexy new g5 imac. i want to find gary. i want to stay in my parents' house forever just for the history of it all. i want to buy my family everything they want for christmas. i want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110365031751888977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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house of whore-moans to the house of terd-blossoms</title><summary type='text'>i'm back home again. don't try to keep up with where i am, because i don't even know. what i do know is that moving SUCKS. it took one SUV-load just for my art supplies and projects. as i was leaving, my sluttly neighbor stopped me to talk about the falcons (and how they're totally killing this season!) and asked me to go bowling. it was rather odd. after he went upstairs to his apartment, his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110356679597187448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=110356679597187448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110356679597187448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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thing i've ever seen: a midget construction worker.it was so magnificent, i cried on the spot. it was the most magnificent thing i've ever or will ever see. i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110316242525001203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=110316242525001203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110316242525001203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110316242525001203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/12/exit-ramps-and-highway-tramps.html' title='exit ramps and highway tramps'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-110291463766756879</id><published>2004-12-12T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:10:37.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi, my name is melissa. i have commitment problems.</title><summary type='text'>problematic situation number one:last week i was out with a male friend, someone i've known my whole college career. we hung out and watched this semi-crappy metal band play outside in the freezing cold. then went to target for fudge-covered oreos and to make fun of screaming kids. afterwords he invited me back to his place for a few drinks and a movie or two. i accepted because he's one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110291463766756879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>styrofoam</title><summary type='text'>Sty·ro·foam: A trademark used for a light, resilient polystyrene plastic. Example: "Melissa has been unwrapping boxes of textbooks all day, every day now for two weeks. Her lungs are two saggy plastic sacks full of styrofoam because she works in a basement with poor ventilation. Sometimes Melissa wishes of making styroangels in the large mass of styrofoam pieces while dreaming of her styroman in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110254978899824961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=110254978899824961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110254978899824961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110254978899824961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/12/styrofoam.html' title='styrofoam'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-110237827717479397</id><published>2004-12-06T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T16:17:01.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a killer in my closet</title><summary type='text'>i think i've gotten about 38 hours sleep in the last 48 hours (well, the last 48 hours before i went to work at noon today). nothing but sleep, sleep, sleep in my dusty, first-floor apartment.every time i start to drift off to sleep (which is, on average, about three times a day lately), i feel like there's something looming in my closet. it's one of those large, creepy closets with the huge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110237827717479397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>after ordering a pair of shoes from my favorite catalog, i was given an offer for three free issues of three magazines. of course, numero uno was martha and i also chose wired because i like the way the paper they print on smells (you'd have to be a graphic design kid to understand such a love). nothing else really caught my eye until i scrolled down and saw shape. being of somewhat-sound mind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110174300140841323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=110174300140841323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110174300140841323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110174300140841323'/><link rel='alternate' 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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110142210671057997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=110142210671057997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110142210671057997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110142210671057997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/11/1736-points-for-me.html' title='1,736 points for me'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-110058439133468942</id><published>2004-11-15T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:53:11.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i sold my soul for an accordian.</title><summary type='text'>not to steal the spotlight from monkey, but i ABSOLUTELY have to post some things i read tonight on grouphug.us (sorry, monkey!):My wife is leaving me for a guy she met online, but she doesn't know that I know that's the reason. Little does she know I've completely hacked into her computer and know everything. I know everything about this guy too. I know where he works, lives, all his phone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110058439133468942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=110058439133468942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110058439133468942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/110058439133468942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-sold-my-soul-for-accordian.html' title='i sold my soul for an accordian.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-110046452810012486</id><published>2004-11-14T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T12:35:28.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jumbo pak</title><summary type='text'>my saturday nights lately have involved me spending hours of aimless web surfing after i get off work, then going to wal-mart or other 24-hr facilities and blankly staring at different items in the shampoo aisle.sometimes this involves j. like last night. don't ask but he walked out of the store with four bags full of panty-liners and chocolate bars. i told him he looked like a girl who just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/110046452810012486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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ripped out really loud. it's probably because my diet lately has only consisted of: (1) girly beer (2) gas station sodas (3) old s'ghetti. doh!you know you're old when: you escort your younger brothers to an arena concert and you end up kinda drunk and falling asleep in the cushy balcony seats halfway into the opening act. not because you were tired but simply </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/109971626333530824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=109971626333530824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109971626333530824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109971626333530824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-farted-in-public.html' title='i farted in public.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-109908118746173381</id><published>2004-10-29T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T13:19:47.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attention: jose cuervo is not your friend.</title><summary type='text'>hello. why are you reading this? i've neglected you. i've treated you like crap. i haven't been by your place in about two months now. i suck.with that said, thanks for continuing to visit the adventures of mel even tho i've neglected the hell out of it. current life:i'm hung over today. went on a drunken ghost tour with about 20 or so kids from work last night. there was a lot of repressed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/109908118746173381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=109908118746173381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109908118746173381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109908118746173381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/10/attention-jose-cuervo-is-not-your.html' title='attention: jose cuervo is not your friend.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-109379730058153455</id><published>2004-08-29T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T09:35:00.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays all around</title><summary type='text'>sorry i haven't been around much. this is my recent life as follows:more work at the "other" radio station.summer quarter finals...bfowejoiwehoawehwse. ouch.i scored a temp job at the campus bookstore. to quote kevin spacey in "american beauty': i rule.also, my birthday was yesterday. i'm a big fat 22. i had to work at a music and seafood festival all day, which basically consisted of me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/109379730058153455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>...sayings on church marquees crack me up.reminds me of a church back home that's very small and radically conservative (if that's such a thing). one year around christmas they put a weird saying about a local private highschool on their board that said, "DARLINGTON HOUSES SATAN." some kids changed "satan" to "santa." not a great story, but interesting in its own right. funny to think of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/109315359487763870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=109315359487763870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109315359487763870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109315359487763870'/><link rel='alternate' 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they had the olympics' recaps on the tv screen on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/109298008610110141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=109298008610110141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109298008610110141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109298008610110141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/08/hoodrat-hoodrathoochie-mama.html' title='hoodrat, hoodrat...hoochie mama!'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-109245961704355562</id><published>2004-08-13T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T22:00:17.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i live in the house of whore-moans</title><summary type='text'>seriously, i've heard more raw sex in the past 48 hours then i ever want to hear again in my life.it all started yesterday morning. it rained a good portion of the day before due to tropical storm bonnie and i was super afraid it would get worse as the night progressed. needless to say, i was paranoid when i went to bed. so at 6:30 a.m. on the dot yesterday morning, i bolt upright in bed and i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/109245961704355562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>i only get one channel and that's abc, and i'm pretty sure i'm getting it illegally off my neighbor upstair's line.so after working like mad on my children's book, i turn on the tv to watch the u.s.a. men's basketball dream team beat turkey. i totally forgot that i once thought alan iverson was kinda hot. turkey scored more 3-pointers than i have ever seen in my entire life, but we still won. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/109200789045848122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=109200789045848122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109200789045848122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109200789045848122'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-109094357537672871</id><published>2004-07-27T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T08:52:55.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like the word "magistrate"...</title><summary type='text'>...it's kinda like masturbate, but with a whole different unrelated meaning.not that i like, watch a lot of weirdo porn or anything, but lately i've been obsessed with the idea of someone bare-assed farting in someone's mouth. that has to be the sickest thing of all time. especially if it's a "wet one" or an infamous "machine gunner." yeah, i need a life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/109094357537672871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>so when someone uses dogpile to search the keywords "jane kaczmarek," "nipple" and "photo," my blog comes up as #16 on the list. don't ask me, i didn't do it! was one of you lovely visitors.hispanic people keep thinking i'm hispanic. ever have a random person approach you speaking another language, assuming that you speak it as well? you'll feel like your on mars, but not in a good way.here's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/109029538794488136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=109029538794488136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109029538794488136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/109029538794488136'/><link rel='alternate' 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radiation needed to treat it could kill</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108990223111938519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108990223111938519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108990223111938519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108990223111938519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/07/there-are-days-when-warm-look-from.html' title='there are days when a warm look from a strange face will make me forget my name'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108943206742153904</id><published>2004-07-09T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T12:16:43.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how can you love me when i have so much gas?</title><summary type='text'>half redneck adventure: i live on the first of two floors in my apartment complex. we all have patios or balconies depending upon which floor you live on respectively. we got notes taped to our doors a week or so ago from the manager asking us to please remove any objects from out patios/balconies because they were going to be pressure-washing the outside soon. so the guy above me never cleans </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108943206742153904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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wasted efforts</title><summary type='text'>so in the past week or so marlon brando died, serena williams got beat at wimbleton by a 17-year-old and kerry picked edwards. the latter is the only one i was really happy about.here is mel's misinformed, half-paying-attention, hippie-minded, elementary level, from-the-safety-of-her-overpriced-college-apartment rambling about politics:ABC pisses me off! not nightline but whatever other huge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108924516227865584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108924516227865584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108924516227865584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108924516227865584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/07/life-kisses-and-other-wasted-efforts.html' title='life, kisses and other wasted efforts'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-10888844249800918</id><published>2004-07-03T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T12:54:19.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stabbing art to death</title><summary type='text'>i skipped class on thursday because the aforementioned professor's comments still had me boiling. what a douche. i stayed home and dyed some clothes in a bucket in my tub, like all good trustfund hippies do.friday: saw fahrenheit 9-11. if you haven't heard of this film, you must live under a frikken' rock (like my mom). it was pretty unnerving. indepth, but also completely skipped some areas. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/10888844249800918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=10888844249800918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/10888844249800918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/10888844249800918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/07/stabbing-art-to-death.html' title='stabbing art to death'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108856149648236445</id><published>2004-06-29T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T19:11:36.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gay men, gay men! everywhere!</title><summary type='text'>oh, how i missed them so! i'm so mystified by them now that i can't even speak to them. i just have to watch them in awe. i'm such a pathetic hag. but i love me some gay mens, that's for sure.in other news, school is weird. glad to be back, but class sucks. i had this whole kickass idea for the redesign of scad radio swag as a project for my graphic d studio 2 class, but my prof told me my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108856149648236445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>my dreams have been extremely vivid lately.for instance, two weeks ago i had a dream about a guy i dated for 8 months back in highschool. he was basically the first  love of my life. but in the dream, me and my best friend from highschool (now plainly referred to as "the whore") murdered my ex and buried him in her room. he turned all green and pathetic-looking, but we thought it was the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108827527537419404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108827527537419404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108827527537419404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108827527537419404'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108740588363874994</id><published>2004-06-16T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T10:19:11.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viva la casa anaranjada</title><summary type='text'>first off you should really really really go visit a good friend to the adventures of mel, mr. monkey. he recently had to put his dog of 14 years to sleep because of medical problems:I cannot watch my dear friend of so many years suffer - yesterday he went downhill very quickly, and his poor little short Corgi legs wouldn't even work, he would try to come to me and fall and yelp in pain.head </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108740588363874994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>last night i saw e sneaking around the kitchen with a biscuit in his hand. he looked at me then nodded over at his friend who was sitting at our computer desk (a silent heads up as to what he was about to do). so i said, "just as long as you sweep up the crumbs after you do it..."he grinned then flung the little hard biscuit at his unknowing friend, pelting him in the back of the head with it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108724212618796175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108724212618796175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108724212618796175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108724212618796175'/><link rel='alternate' 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end toward something and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108711066535050547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108711066535050547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108711066535050547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108711066535050547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/06/redneck-adventures-volume-five.html' title='redneck adventures, volume five'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108706711846987663</id><published>2004-06-12T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T12:05:18.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hell's bells</title><summary type='text'>...god, what a day to have ACDC stuck in your head.so i woke up this morning and stumbled downstairs to find my mom just on the verge of foaming at the mouth. apparently, the mom of one of e's bandmates/friends (let's call him k) called at like 7 this morning to inform my mom that she was kicking k out of her house and junk, because he'd been sneaking out and had been driving his aunt's car </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108706711846987663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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need a fucking gay man!!i'm out here in my hometown of 10,000 drunk, overly agressive rednecks. all this alpha male testosterone is killing me. KILLING ME. i got whistled at by like, five guys on my way to kroger the other day. while i was in my pajamas, buying tampons and a gallon of milk. yeah that's so damn hot. i would totally go after an unbathed, bleeding bitch like that. wouldn't you? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108684605973020478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108684605973020478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108684605973020478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108684605973020478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/06/elbow-to-head-foot-to-ribs-repeat.html' title='elbow to the head. foot to the ribs. repeat.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108673450106124609</id><published>2004-06-08T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T00:06:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got a sleepy head.</title><summary type='text'>don't think i mentioned this before, but i've been constantly sick since like, november 2003. you know that feeling you get in your jaws and mouth right when your ears are about to pop? like when you're on an airplane or a mountain? my ears pop like that about 3-5 times a day. and it's f'in painful. eventually it started causing migraines and a few occasional blackouts if i ever got super </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108673450106124609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108673450106124609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108673450106124609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108673450106124609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-got-sleepy-head.html' title='i got a sleepy head.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108659041466641751</id><published>2004-06-06T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T00:33:42.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>norwegian '70s glam rock</title><summary type='text'>i've been involved (on-and-off at first) with my college's student paper, district, now since september 2000. i've been a writer, illustrator and photographer, and was an art director for about a year and a half. here are some snips of my farewell article "99 things i've learned at SCAD" that i'm submitting in the fall. (please note: these are not the funniest ones...saving those for when it gets</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108659041466641751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108659041466641751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108659041466641751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108659041466641751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/06/norwegian-70s-glam-rock.html' title='norwegian &apos;70s glam rock'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108656592441197681</id><published>2004-06-06T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T16:52:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laura's mixtape</title><summary type='text'>this is laura:laura is my friend and she is from north carolina. she used to go to scad with all us folks, but she transferred out after sophomore year to a larger state university closer to her twin sister. laura is a really cool person, kinda timeless in a way. she's a singer/songwriter who's put out two great cds already. she really likes female singers like tori amos and ani difranco, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108656592441197681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108656592441197681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108656592441197681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108656592441197681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/06/lauras-mixtape.html' title='laura&apos;s mixtape'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108641045558190851</id><published>2004-06-04T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T21:40:55.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>runnin' home</title><summary type='text'>so my new favorite song is rod stewart's "gasoline alley." damn, that's a great song.p.s. don't you hate the first week of the month? i feel like i have tons of bills due, but i don't...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108641045558190851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108641045558190851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108641045558190851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108641045558190851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/06/runnin-home.html' title='runnin&apos; home'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108623435121377823</id><published>2004-06-02T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T20:20:21.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>redneck adventures, volume four</title><summary type='text'>my brothers had an xbox tournament a few nights ago as a b's graduation/their korean friend's farewell party. there were about ten kids here gathered around four different tvs. as per true redneck tradition, when things start to get boring, you start setting stuff on fire.they soon had every flammable, sprayable product from our house (lysol, breath freshener, cologne) and took it outside on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108623435121377823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108623435121377823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108623435121377823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108623435121377823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/06/redneck-adventures-volume-four.html' title='redneck adventures, volume four'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108597245187678977</id><published>2004-05-30T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T20:00:51.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>redneck adventures, volume three</title><summary type='text'>you may remember a post a few weeks back describing how our septic tank is overflowing and bubbling up in our front yard? it's made a 7-foot circle of thigh-high grass because, well, it's growing in our poop. needless to say we haven't really gotten the mower anywhere near it. until today. E decided to plow through it. he got stuck. in the middle. of the circle. 10 inches deep in feces. it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108597245187678977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108597245187678977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108597245187678977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108597245187678977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/05/redneck-adventures-volume-three.html' title='redneck adventures, volume three'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108585889016370804</id><published>2004-05-29T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T12:28:10.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all he ever wanted was a snowcone...</title><summary type='text'>this is a mel original picture. i didn't steal it from anywhere on the net or any bogus crap like that—it was at my brother's graduation so i snapped a quick shot. also, i love animals and i didn't personally hurt this one or condone its death or put the plastic spoon in its fragile little paws. poor guy. all he ever wanted was a snowcone...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108585889016370804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108585889016370804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108585889016370804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108585889016370804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/05/all-he-ever-wanted-was-snowcone.html' title='all he ever wanted was a snowcone...'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108551222323590144</id><published>2004-05-25T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T12:10:23.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not mel gibson!</title><summary type='text'>google-ing "the adventures of mel blogspot" brings up nearly 20 pages of people blogging about how much they hate mel gibson for thinking he's god. try it, you'll see!in other news, while phoning around for an apartment in savannah i dailed the 1-888 number of one of those cookie-cutter apartment communities. it rang once then someone picked up. "mmmmmmm...you like me all wet, don't you? yeah..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108551222323590144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108551222323590144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108551222323590144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108551222323590144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-am-not-mel-gibson.html' title='i am not mel gibson!'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108547137657298930</id><published>2004-05-25T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T00:49:36.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like the water, i wanna keep runnin'</title><summary type='text'>21 days till i move back to slow-vannah.b's graduation was nice. however the valedictorian gave the most bitter speech i've ever heard. this is a direct quote, "i've never been on the homecoming court or been very popular. so it does give me a little ease to be standing here before you as the valedictorian...you'll soon learn that being popular or having a lot of friends won't get you anywhere </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108547137657298930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108547137657298930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108547137657298930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108547137657298930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/05/like-water-i-wanna-keep-runnin.html' title='like the water, i wanna keep runnin&apos;'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108529460017259073</id><published>2004-05-22T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T13:56:01.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like clowns.</title><summary type='text'>i believe i've now impressed all my brothers' friends with my mad halo-playing skills. ha, not really. they just all think i'm good for a girl who's only been playing for a week. silly kids.so i've been home now for a good two months and i haven't produced one piece of art. nothing, nada, zip. it's making me kinda itchy to even think about it. like i'm about to be fired for not doing my job. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108529460017259073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108529460017259073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108529460017259073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108529460017259073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-like-clowns.html' title='i like clowns.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108491422941063796</id><published>2004-05-18T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T14:07:35.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my cute sweet fiend princess</title><summary type='text'>do you hate me now for not updating this in a while? yeah, i hate me too. so you're not alone.went to savannah on friday may 7 for the annual scad student media awards and got little plaques for being an art director at district and asst. promotions director at scad radio (wow, mel's gettin' down with them thar links, ain't she!). the editor and general manager both gave sweet little speeches </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108491422941063796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108491422941063796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108491422941063796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108491422941063796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-cute-sweet-fiend-princess.html' title='my cute sweet fiend princess'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108374666829899723</id><published>2004-05-05T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T01:52:54.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bambi the hooker and a case of beer, and more poop stories</title><summary type='text'>this past weekend, i got to see my brother dress in drag and pretend to be jessica simpson in front of 1,000 people at the highschool's variety show. it made a faghag proud! (even though he's not gay and my hag status is temporarily retired) i went both nights, and both times i was surrounded by people i'd been trying to forget or avoid: ex-boyfriends, old friends, highschool teachers, people i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108374666829899723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108374666829899723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108374666829899723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108374666829899723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/05/bambi-hooker-and-case-of-beer-and-more.html' title='bambi the hooker and a case of beer, and more poop stories'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108356322708821563</id><published>2004-05-02T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T22:53:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>redneck adventures, volume two</title><summary type='text'>my entire family is mesmerized by all functions that are bodily, especially poop. more often than not, my brothers and dad share poop and fart stories like war veterans talking about missions in 'nam. they do this in front of my dad's boss, in front of their own girlfriends, in front of people they don't even know. i think their favorite game is the "fart in the middle of a crowded aisle in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108331029180269415</id><published>2004-04-30T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T00:47:07.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crooks and gimps and one-eyed pimps</title><summary type='text'>this just goes to show that when you let mel take a 3-month-long break from school, she goes nuts.Your horoscope... by spiralinghaloName:Zodiac sign:You will realize:you're a horny bitch.You should avoid:tickling people and asking for money.Your new love interest:their name has two consonants in it.Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!tickling people and asking for money is what i'm best at, yo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108331029180269415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;3</title><summary type='text'>today's just one of those sit-on-the-back-porch-and-listen-to-big-band-classics all day. ahhh. it's nice. and the weather outside is just on the verge of raining. so it's hot and humid, but there's a breeze. then every five minutes the clouds shift, it's either blazingly bright or overcast and the colors look so rich you could eat them. being such a romantic sap is gonna get me in trouble one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108326442958198776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108326442958198776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108326442958198776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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them for me? ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108313569923630118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108313569923630118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108313569923630118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108313569923630118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/04/shut-your-ass-and-sell-car.html' title='shut your ass, and sell a car!'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108287949917838547</id><published>2004-04-25T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T23:35:48.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your favorite music sucks.</title><summary type='text'>*i've lost weight! i've lost weight! hey!hey!hey!hey!*isn't it a beautiful thing when you want that to happen, and it does?my life has been random and weird these past few days. first off, you should seriously check out the strip club, the man in uniform, the comedian and the wal-mart avenger.so how has my life been random, you ask? hmm...aside from the redneck adventures, i got up all early</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108287949917838547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>so i'm in the kitchen and i hear the lawnmower crank up and a loud screeching of tires soon after. i go outside and what do i see? my punkass brother (15yr old) and his friend making doughnut-shaped skidmarks in our driveway, peeling off in the yard and popping reversed wheelies with our john deere riding mower. they were literally riding it like they would a bull. my other brother (17yr old) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108252328078868296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108252328078868296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108252328078868296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108252328078868296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/04/redneck-adventures-volume-one.html' title='redneck adventures, volume one'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108218048618997267</id><published>2004-04-16T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T23:28:50.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture time, ho.</title><summary type='text'>decided to put some pictures up of myself since i'm insanely bored and have a cold, thus preventing me from most other activities. (1) bow before queen mella cause she owns you, bitches. (2) my new favorite shirt. viva la target. (3) 3 of 4 of my new DIY shirts ©2004 Melissa Rutledge. (4) kleen yo mirra, ho. i'm really not spitting up on it, i promise. (5) the obligatory emo LJ pic.  and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108218048618997267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108218048618997267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108218048618997267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108218048618997267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/04/picture-time-ho.html' title='picture time, ho.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108187754562059429</id><published>2004-04-13T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T10:36:20.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i really &lt;3 my job at the station</title><summary type='text'>Dear Melissa, You rock. Sincerely, Kevin.*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108187754562059429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108187754562059429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108187754562059429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108187754562059429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-really-3-my-job-at-station.html' title='i really &lt;3 my job at the station'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108175224686001698</id><published>2004-04-12T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T23:47:59.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleachy-haired honky bitch</title><summary type='text'>i heart hollis gillespie. i do believe she's my soulmate—and that's not just the new-found lesbian in me talking! :snicker:so i officially have a full-on crush. on a BOY, can you believe it?! it's so damn weird and i absolutely hate, hate, hate it. it's so fucking silly. like, just seeing his name float by while i'm scrolling through the list of numbers on my cellphone, makes me lose my breath.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108175224686001698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108175224686001698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108175224686001698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108175224686001698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/04/bleachy-haired-honky-bitch.html' title='bleachy-haired honky bitch'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108166638327692147</id><published>2004-04-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T12:11:16.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, i'm a new-found lesbian.</title><summary type='text'>the slipknot show was great (despite the fact that i went alone because of a big emergency back in savannah that prevented my friends from coming up). the tabernacle is pretty frackin' huge. i stayed on the ground floor for the majority of the show. and i basically ended up telling some skankerific guy that i was a lesi and that my girlfriend would kill him. he was very persistent, however, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108166638327692147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108166638327692147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/04/hello-im-new-found-lesbian.html' title='hello, i&apos;m a new-found lesbian.'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108094874245803032</id><published>2004-04-02T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:36:02.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you cut the rug more than you lifted the mug, i might be impressed</title><summary type='text'>workity work is already done! yes, i finished the last of the car photos needed for my dad's work's site. had to photograph, adjust, document and upload photos for nearly 100 cars. easy work, but sorta mind-numbing due to all the system problems i had (I OFFICIALLY FUCKING HATE PCs!!). in friggin' great news, slipknot, fear factory and chimaira are tomorrow night!! YEE! so i'm not really missing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108094874245803032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108094874245803032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108094874245803032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108094874245803032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/04/if-you-cut-rug-more-than-you-lifted.html' title='if you cut the rug more than you lifted the mug, i might be impressed'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108050508776547795</id><published>2004-03-28T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T12:21:41.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i &lt;3 kneesocks</title><summary type='text'>went back to savannah for a night (thursday) to pick up my final packaging project. i was just excited no one had stole it in the two weeks it had been sitting out on the shelves, all vulnerable in that horrid graphic design building and such. saw "dawn of the dead" with 8 boys. baha, WTF? is all i have to say. i do admit though that it was much less-crappy than i thought it would be. good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108050508776547795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108050508776547795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108050508776547795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108050508776547795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-3-kneesocks.html' title='i &lt;3 kneesocks'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-108014937163117067</id><published>2004-03-24T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T09:32:59.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you darkness!!</title><summary type='text'>only about a week and a half till me and about a dozen of my friends (from savannah AND home) are going to see slipknot and fear factory on the jagermeister tour!! this is the most excited i've been about a show in about a year or two. it's going to be chaotic, bitches. ;)there are sooo many good shows in atlanta and back in savannah that i want to go to but really shouldn't spend my little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/108014937163117067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=108014937163117067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108014937163117067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/108014937163117067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/03/damn-you-darkness.html' title='damn you darkness!!'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107918964329506822</id><published>2004-03-13T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T06:57:16.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another random and useless entry</title><summary type='text'>January 10, 1996Today on "Days of Our Lives," Stefano almost found out who the "lady in white" is! They've already showed her face, they just won't say what her name is. I didn't have to go to school today. Mandy said she got bored without me in Georgia Studies. She told me that Jessica's got the flu too and that she stayed out of school today. I've got lots of make-up work and a couple of tests</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107918964329506822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107918964329506822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107918964329506822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107918964329506822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/03/another-random-and-useless-entry.html' title='another random and useless entry'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107918912736593059</id><published>2004-03-13T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T13:41:54.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm...smells like finals</title><summary type='text'>if you are an ignorant person with a flaringly retarded temper, be advised: stay away from mel or she will strangle you until your last breath with her bare hands. bitches.and oh yeah...I'M RICK JAMES, BITCH! &lt;3's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107918912736593059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107918912736593059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107918912736593059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107918912736593059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/03/mmmsmells-like-finals.html' title='mmm...smells like finals'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107896012747838578</id><published>2004-03-10T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T15:11:56.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got the curves, and i got the nerve, baby</title><summary type='text'>while packing up my apartment, i found this:Melissa's One-Year Diary—1996Introduction:This diary was given to me on 12-15-95 by Amanda. My full name is Melissa R------. I live in Cedartown, GA. My address is --------. I have two brothers—Brett and Eliot. I am thirteen. My birthday is August 28. My favorite colors are green and purple. I listen to alternative. My favorite bands are the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107896012747838578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107896012747838578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107896012747838578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107896012747838578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-got-curves-and-i-got-nerve-baby.html' title='i got the curves, and i got the nerve, baby'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107817780312811526</id><published>2004-03-01T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T13:52:59.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey don't you go and cut your hair, do you think it's gonna make him change?</title><summary type='text'>so this really sweet-and-insanely-popular girl that i've had a few classes with was raving about my hair last night. i just can't get over people's reactions. it's not giving me a big head or anything—i'm just really not used to it. i went home this weekend and the fam liked it too. my youngest brother turned 15 and i'm 21 so in georgia he can legally drive if i'm in the car (eesh). it's scary as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107817780312811526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107786170531653386</id><published>2004-02-27T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T22:04:36.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one step express</title><summary type='text'>my day-to-day life has been totally, absolutely weird as hell lately, but in a good way.(monday): random chit chat in my illy class when all of a sudden my prof says, "...and i had this dream last night and melissa was in it." my face turned so frackin' red. apparently he had this dream that he was in a bike race (a la tour de france style) and he was rounding the curve of a square when i come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107786170531653386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107786170531653386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107786170531653386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107786170531653386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/02/one-step-express.html' title='one step express'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107772281719368570</id><published>2004-02-25T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T07:29:46.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>google is a magical fruit...</title><summary type='text'>i was bored last nite and google-ing my name and come up on a random freshman who likes one of my district articles so much that she typed it up and put it on her site. i'm still blushing. i also got an e-mail from a girl who really liked my satirical valentine's schmalentine's article. it's weird to think that both of those were written in like 15-30 mins tops. but shhh, that's my secret.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107772281719368570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107772281719368570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107772281719368570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107772281719368570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/02/google-is-magical-fruit.html' title='google is a magical fruit...'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107680066730282806</id><published>2004-02-14T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T15:21:23.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>they caught you laughing</title><summary type='text'>saw puma reflex last nite! really, really cool show. they had these screens in front of them so you could only see their shadows and the lights behind them. and when saying their thank-you's they mentioned scad radio first and then said my name!!! that's the first time that ever happened. i was so happy :) lotta scad radio djs showed up. two in particular kept making fun of the band the entire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107680066730282806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107680066730282806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107680066730282806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107680066730282806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/02/they-caught-you-laughing.html' title='they caught you laughing'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107655190349184215</id><published>2004-02-11T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T18:14:14.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm about as affectionate as a rock in your shoe</title><summary type='text'>boing, boing. last day at the paper, woot! i'm not as excited as i should be but i think it's because i have a whole shit load of homework tapping me on the shoulder right. as. i. type. this. the valentine's issue is gonna be damn hilarious (coming out on stands tomorrow). good issue to go out on ;) in other great news, my brother got into georgia tech!!! he's a genius, i tell you. i'm all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107655190349184215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107655190349184215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107655190349184215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107655190349184215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-about-as-affectionate-as-rock-in.html' title='i&apos;m about as affectionate as a rock in your shoe'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107627240557916399</id><published>2004-02-08T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T12:35:51.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BITCHES LOVE ME CAUSE THEY KNOW THAT I CAN RAWK</title><summary type='text'>(in the projects...uh, uh) thanks to someone at the station, i finally have a copy of an MSI cd :) you can play pong on their site (i've been playing it on there for like 3 years). went to the gcpa awards for the paper yesterday. big pain in the ass since i'm quitting soon. texas was so much better. saw this emo kid from back home (goes to the big F.U.--same place i took math at for one summer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107627240557916399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107627240557916399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107627240557916399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107627240557916399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/02/bitches-love-me-cause-they-know-that-i.html' title='BITCHES LOVE ME CAUSE THEY KNOW THAT I CAN RAWK'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107559974499501051</id><published>2004-01-31T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T17:47:54.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fight my crazies</title><summary type='text'>the evil one came by today. obviously not for me, but he did ask me how i was, defiant smirk and all. i should've kicked him down the back steps while he was on his way out. i haven't done hardly any work today as far as homework goes. where do all the hours go? i'm obsessed with this show called "defined" that the society of illustrators is doing at my school, and i've been working for a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107559974499501051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107559974499501051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107559974499501051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107559974499501051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/01/fight-my-crazies.html' title='fight my crazies'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107544396365410716</id><published>2004-01-30T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T12:37:42.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please don't kick me</title><summary type='text'>this has been the worst week of my life, collectively. failed my first project ever. car broke down. $500 worth of repairs. had to skip two classes. extremely behind in both. sleep is me passing out when my body is finally too exhausted to keep cutting miniscule pieces of bristol board with my xacto blade. have small dashes of 2-3hours of sleep at a time, usually during the day, hardly ever at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107544396365410716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107544396365410716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107544396365410716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107544396365410716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/01/please-dont-kick-me.html' title='please don&apos;t kick me'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107544237165384855</id><published>2004-01-29T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T12:38:44.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme taste, gimme funk, gimme fury, gimme some mo'</title><summary type='text'>upon seeing me tonight, someone i work with bluntly asked me, "are you like, going on a date or something?"me: "um, no. why?"person: "because you actually brushed your hair, you look nice....and you MATCH!"me: "shut up. you're a douche bag."person: "...you never dress in anything other than a t-shirt."me: "die."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107544237165384855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107544237165384855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107544237165384855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107544237165384855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/01/gimme-taste-gimme-funk-gimme-fury.html' title='gimme taste, gimme funk, gimme fury, gimme some mo&apos;'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107499966475245229</id><published>2004-01-24T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T12:39:21.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um, what the fuck are you thinking</title><summary type='text'>see? more of a statement than a question. so what the fuck are you thinking. yeah, i'm talking to you. the person who's been just blatantly mean to me for the past handfulla years, but always tries to pull it off like it's indirect. what the fuck are you thinking. all of a sudden when you get lonely i'm supposed to be there and we're magically back to being the best of friends. always when you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107499966475245229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107499966475245229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107499966475245229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107499966475245229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/01/um-what-fuck-are-you-thinking.html' title='um, what the fuck are you thinking'/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107485171748984774</id><published>2004-01-23T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T15:46:20.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>almost persuadedLast night all alone at a partyMet a man with a drink in his handHe had soft brown eyes and coal black hairAnd a smile any girl could understand.Then he came and sat down at my tableAs he placed his warm hand on mineI found myself wanting, longing to kiss himFor temptation was flowing like wine.And I was almost persuaded to strip myself of my prideAlmost persuaded to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107485171748984774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107485171748984774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107485171748984774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107485171748984774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/01/almost-persuaded-last-night-all-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://melissarutledge.com/photos/mel/mel_crown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188265.post-107465804628765582</id><published>2004-01-20T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T10:41:55.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hella mella...i like the ring of thatgot engaged during my show on sunday. i asked gnarly scotty, the most win kid on the east coast, to marry me and he said yes! you can go buy me wedding gifts now. he's just that damn hella hot. here's a pic of him.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/feeds/107465804628765582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188265&amp;postID=107465804628765582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107465804628765582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188265/posts/default/107465804628765582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marutle.blogspot.com/2004/01/hella-mella.html' title=''/><author><name>mel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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