<?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-6106880445955820994</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:03:16.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like screaming at a wall</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-6193777609309545250</id><published>2007-07-21T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:35:36.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap Shot Sat Betch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RqJDr9B1IMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qGKZMfsxyoA/s1600-h/Rotation+of+9-14-2006-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RqJDr9B1IMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qGKZMfsxyoA/s320/Rotation+of+9-14-2006-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089704951277756610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RqJDUNB1ILI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HlRxFz4L_tA/s1600-h/Sept2006trip+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RqJDUNB1ILI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HlRxFz4L_tA/s320/Sept2006trip+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089704543255863474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RqJC1tB1IKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Y5o3P4bmCLU/s1600-h/Rotation+of+9-14-2006-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RqJC1tB1IKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Y5o3P4bmCLU/s320/Rotation+of+9-14-2006-28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089704019269853346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took these when I was on the Oregon coast last September when I was at a Vespa rally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-6193777609309545250?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/6193777609309545250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=6193777609309545250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/6193777609309545250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/6193777609309545250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/07/snap-shot-sat-betch.html' title='Snap Shot Sat Betch'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RqJDr9B1IMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qGKZMfsxyoA/s72-c/Rotation+of+9-14-2006-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-9197518030688432017</id><published>2007-07-18T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:58:16.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/Rp7hUUbZMDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sJiPAfPQktQ/s1600-h/33+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/Rp7hUUbZMDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sJiPAfPQktQ/s320/33+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088752368172478514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again, sorry it's been so long since I last put up a post. I really don't even know were to start. I guess all I can say is that over the past few weeks I have been a bit rocky for me. I don't know why but I'm super moody so if I come off as bitchy or winy just bare with me it's that time of the month. As you all may know Fusion no longer works with me and that's pretty much is a major royal suck ass for me at work. I'm surrounded with new people and find my self as a corporate baby sitter. Sure they will get the hang of stuff it's just so stress full to have to train people how to do there job while trying to stay on top of yours. I really am not bitter that he left I just miss him along with Don and Bobby. Thank god Bryan is still there so I have some one to joke with. Also I would like to add that I think its pretty bad ass what Fusion is doing with his life, a lot of people don't have the guts to make those kind of life changes and I admire him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really what's been bothering me most about myself is the lack of creation I have been able to achieve in my art and music. It just all seems so stale to me. I don't know if it's depression or what but every time I get mid way through a track I start to think it's shit and I can do better. This torment is really getting to me.  Not to mention I haven't picked up a paint brush in months... well about 13 months to be exact. I need some kind of inspiration and guidance in my work and oww boy you have no idea how hard I have been looking. My girl friend Kristen who is a owner of a record label was really supportive and she offered her husband up to sit in with me and work on stuff together but that would make me more nervous then anything. There is something nerve wracking about working with some one who you have respected there work since you were in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I will snap out of this soon it's just pissing me off more then anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Im going to try to work on some music now. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-9197518030688432017?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/9197518030688432017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=9197518030688432017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/9197518030688432017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/9197518030688432017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/07/going-crazy.html' title='Going crazy'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/Rp7hUUbZMDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sJiPAfPQktQ/s72-c/33+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-6979473375423760482</id><published>2007-06-28T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:59:44.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Party (hnt)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/naughtypics002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/naughtypics002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they call it HNT. I took this in Feb when my girl friends and we had a sexy party were we just got to dress up in naughty outfits and took some photos while we drank wine all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-6979473375423760482?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/6979473375423760482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=6979473375423760482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/6979473375423760482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/6979473375423760482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/06/sexy-party-hnt.html' title='Sexy Party (hnt)'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-532974992187559274</id><published>2007-06-26T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T11:57:38.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RoFhk3xydsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ORiHgC0KcII/s1600-h/Rotation+of+Death+Project+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RoFhk3xydsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ORiHgC0KcII/s320/Rotation+of+Death+Project+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080449140726593218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any one just ever want to stay home and watch TV? Your know get to have a night of doing nothing but drink some wine and eat some pasta in your pj pants and watch some foreign films and just veg with the one you love? Well seems that the Tiffmiester doesn't get to have that luxury, every night there has been somthing going on and its starting to wear me out. I was all in high hopes of today being a special TV day with Mark but hell no he go roped into going to some ones house to install a dishwasher and after that we have a dinner date with his parents. So yeah I'm a bit cranky. My Buddy is going to be staying at our house for two weeks while he is in town from Hawaii. I'm hoping by July 17Th I might get my coveted TV day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I think this constant party thing is starting to wear me thin. Every time I go out I hear nothing but gossip about other peoples shit and its getting old. But hey I guess that's what I get for having 90 percent of my girl friends being hair stylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I think I'm a bit PMSing right now. Yesterday I felt like a cat in heat at work. Just all hissy and sticking my ass in the air and I throw my claws out at any thing that moved. When reading my horror scope at work Jason (store idiot) came up to me and asked me to read his and so I pretended to read it as I told him it said today was the day he would find out his mother never loved him. Even when I came home Mark asked why I was so bitchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-532974992187559274?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/532974992187559274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=532974992187559274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/532974992187559274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/532974992187559274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy-as-fuck.html' title='Busy as fuck'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RoFhk3xydsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ORiHgC0KcII/s72-c/Rotation+of+Death+Project+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-1690918056932821619</id><published>2007-06-23T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T19:39:38.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The BLVD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/IMG_12562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/IMG_12562.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey whats up? Its sat night and Yehaaaw I'm going to the BLVD to watch my mans band play. You know what that means. I'm going to eat a bunch of good sushi and then get my buzz on as I mingle and watch Scatter box play. I'm going to leave you all with a visual image to ponder. I think it would be cool is people told me what it means to them. This will be so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-1690918056932821619?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/1690918056932821619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=1690918056932821619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/1690918056932821619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/1690918056932821619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/06/blvd.html' title='The BLVD'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-4661822143009424805</id><published>2007-06-22T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:00:48.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Bangs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have bangs again! Alert the media.. Its been a few years since I last had bangs so its kinda weird having them on my forehead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that the last half of this Friday is a lot better then the first half of my Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm going to go out and see how much I can drink to block out what a shit hole day I'm having. I have pretty much hit that point to were I hate the world and if this lame ass co-worker I'm stuck working with tonight laughs one more time I'm going to stab him in the eye with my pen so he can relate to how annoying and how much pain he causes me. Not to sound jaded but I'm so glad I'm not him. If I was I would throw my self in front of a buss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well its about 1 hour until Tiffy gets her drinky poo's and has a new outlook on life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(photo is me today) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-4661822143009424805?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/4661822143009424805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=4661822143009424805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/4661822143009424805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/4661822143009424805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-bangs.html' title='She Bangs!'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-5399825590469407683</id><published>2007-06-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:18:54.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its thurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/june2006003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/june2006003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to link to who ever started this but I'm to tired to figure that part out. Well here are the girls. No nip shots for me, also for visual purposes I'm really pushing those puppy's together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-5399825590469407683?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/5399825590469407683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=5399825590469407683' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/5399825590469407683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/5399825590469407683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-thurs.html' title='Its thurs'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-847680738268746182</id><published>2007-06-19T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T17:24:42.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell</title><content type='html'>Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you people love me? Whats wrong with you? Talk to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dam it&lt;/span&gt;... I need some blog love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-847680738268746182?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/847680738268746182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=847680738268746182' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/847680738268746182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/847680738268746182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-hell.html' title='What the hell'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-7823721523747258934</id><published>2007-06-19T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:59:26.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foul mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/Vespa020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/Vespa020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in a super foul mood today. Whats funny is that I wasn't in a foul mood when I work up. It pretty much started when I got here to this hell hole. OK lets face it. I hate my job, well not entirely I just hate the way this place is ran. I'm not going to go into all the crap that I have to deal with I just wanted to vent and say It pisses me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what would make me feel better? Because I sure as hell don't. I think maybe a full blown lobotomy might help wipe away some of the mental stress this place causes me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Its time to take a deep breath and think about my long drive to Portland weds to pick up my 1964 Vespa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God this girl needs some adventure right now. Something to break the mundane. Maybe that's half of my problem. I have been doing the same shit for way 2 long. The idea that I'm going to start my Audio Tech apprenticeship keeps me going but that's only 6months worth. After that I don't know what I'm going to do with my self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-7823721523747258934?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/7823721523747258934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=7823721523747258934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/7823721523747258934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/7823721523747258934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/06/foul-mood.html' title='Foul mood'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-4523846743502932704</id><published>2007-06-15T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:04:31.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/Photo0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/Photo0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So any one ever had to go sit in a meeting on a hours worth of sleep and a hot shower after a 13 hour drinking binge? I think the hardest part was besides trying to stay awake is trying to look interested in what the corp drones were talking about. So as I sit there I look at my boss and he asks what on earth did you do last night? My response was don't ask then I look over to my left and Bryan has fallen asleep sitting up at the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the meeting and the group photo they took I was keen to get back to bed. So I left the banquet room to go back to my hotel room to take a nap before my spa treatment. I must say the Bellagio spa is really nice. So nice in fact after my message I had a "I'm still drunk nap" in there world class sauna were I wiped one of my world class boogers on the bench. Ha ha gross I know but I was relaxing.. Besides it thrills me to know that maybe some one like Paris Hilton might sit on it getting stuck to her leg or bottom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you know it its night time in Vegas. We went to another corp party only to be taken to see Circus de sola's show O. Wow that was just fucking amazing if any one wants to go to a show in Vegas that would be the one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the show I was feeling a little frisky after getting my 2nd wind and Bryan and I decided to hit up Studio 54. Wow that was a fun club. They had all the go-go dancers and just about any kind of person you could possibly think of. I spent part of the evening talking to this Russian man who was just massive in size. When I say massive I mean it. I'm only 5'6 and he was about 6'5 and 230 lbs of pure muscle. He kept asking me if Bryan was my bf and I kept laughing and saying No way. You think I would be with some one that dorky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you know it its about 2:30 in the morning and its time to go back to the Rino room.. Aww yes that place is the bomb. So we showed up and got our table and watched some titty's.. We were sitting next to these fellas who were besides them self's that I was even in there. One of them turned to me and asked "so what kind of girls do you like?" and I said in my drunken slur "I like the exotic ones". About 15 Min's later this pretty Asian girl was on my lap. I think this girl really liked the Tiffers. She kept playing with my hair and kissing up on me telling me how pretty I was. I really think she was flirting because she kept asking me personal stuff like how old I was and what I did for a living. She then started to grab at my breast by pulling my dress top down at that point my face was beet red. She started to spread my legs and I said "please don't I'm I'm not wearing any panties". She looked at me and smiled then spread my legs and started to kiss my inner thigh. Then she ended up literally licking my pussy. I pretty much at that point jumped out of my seat. She was lovely but yeah I wasn't expecting to get "taken out to eat" lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the Rino room I was pretty beat. All I wanted to do was get back to the hotel so I could rest my drunk head on my pillow. At this point I was on about 4 hours of sleep for the entire trip. As we stumble into the cab this Russian cab driver was telling us about all the other Titty bars that we could go to. Bryan gave me the look as if we should go and I just said No I'm going to bed now. So as we pull up to the Bellagio the cab driver says to us in his thick Russian accent "There is no way in hell that black hooker is getting in my cab" . We start to get out of the cab as the Russian yells at her "fuck you prostitute your not getting in my cab". She started to plead with to to take her around to the front of the hotel. His retort was "maybe if you suck my dick". Bryan kept giving him extra tip money because it was just 2 fucking funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Las Vegas and I'm hoping I will get to go back in Sept. This time I will be bringing Mark with me. Strip clubs and fancy hotel rooms are way better when your with the one you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-4523846743502932704?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/4523846743502932704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=4523846743502932704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/4523846743502932704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/4523846743502932704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/06/viva-las-vegas-part-2.html' title='Viva Las Vegas part 2'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-3865441361751600327</id><published>2007-06-14T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:09:56.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/Photo0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/Photo0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well since Fusion asked so nicely and Kimba mentioned strippers I should talk about Las Vegas and clear the air on a few things.. First of all I love Las Vegas and I love Las Vegas clubs and most of all I love Las Vegas strippers... and they love me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In may a few co-workers and myself won some work related trip to Vegas. It was nice we got to stay at the Bellagio and attend some stuffy cooperate party's. Don't get me wrong I love stuffy corp party's. Nothing more thrilling in the world then sucking down all the free drinks you can and seeing how many older business men you can make blush. Keep in mind I'm a very dirty girl. So I show up to this stuffy corp kiss ass party dressed for Vegas night clubbing so needless to say I turned a few heads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after the party ended at 10pm Bryan and I decided to head out on the strip. We ended up going to Caesars Palace to this hip hop club called OPM and oww my I was in heaven. OK lets get one thing straight, I'm not a racist I just live in Idaho so we don't have many African Americans and oww my oww my there was some fine brothers there. I think if I was a single lady I would have to date a few brothers just to feel it out. I mean sure they would ruin my credit and piss off my parents but heh I bet Jungle fever rocks. What I think I like best about urban American black men are that they will buy you a drink at the club and say save a dance for me and then leave you the fuck alone.. Maybe because there out trying to hustle other white bitches. I will have to say with pride that at that club I grabbed my first black titty. Man now that think of it I held it like a baby. It was so massive and warm. I'm totally surprised the chick didn't get pissed because I held it as her friend snapped a pic of us with her disposable camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So before I knew it 3am was the time and it was time to close that club and move on to the Rino Room. God bless that place. All the dancers there look like they are in Maxim magazine with there tiny waists and big fake titty's. Most strip clubs I have gone to don't let you touch the girls.. But my oww my not there, I had girls in my lap kissing my neck and having me touch all over the place as they did the same. It was a pretty wild night, I ended up sitting next to some business man from Atlanta who kept giving me money to give to the girls. So over all it was a decent night. We left the Rino Room about 6am only to be forced into attending a 8am meeting. I was pretty hammed at that meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-3865441361751600327?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/3865441361751600327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=3865441361751600327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/3865441361751600327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/3865441361751600327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/06/viva-las-vegas-part-1.html' title='Viva Las Vegas part 1'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-4218993965056856625</id><published>2007-06-14T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:38:01.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobies love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RnFuKnxydrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZLTrLipDWKo/s1600-h/Newcrapola+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RnFuKnxydrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZLTrLipDWKo/s320/Newcrapola+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075959383778817714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why can't every day be like that photo? You know when your drunk and your eating sushi and then your friend puts her amazing double D's on your shoulder. Kinda like a good luck charm looking after you with warm milky skin. Well sadly today wont be like that at all. I get to go to work and that just chaps my hide. I will keep yall posted on how my day is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt; The Tiffinator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-4218993965056856625?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/4218993965056856625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=4218993965056856625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/4218993965056856625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/4218993965056856625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/06/boobies-love-me.html' title='Boobies love me'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3X-uSjlg4bc/RnFuKnxydrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZLTrLipDWKo/s72-c/Newcrapola+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106880445955820994.post-2288287168600740860</id><published>2007-06-13T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:02:56.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/g9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/Tiff80art/g9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it's me! This is my half ass attempt at a intro about my self and the crazy ass world I live in. Well my name is Tiffany and yeah it's not a good idea to let people know your real name and not to mention that there has to be a few million Tiffany's out there.  I work for a phone company and I make music and paint paintings. I use to co-run a indee label but then I got sick of working on other peoples projects instead of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever look in the mirror and think wow I'm getting old? Maybe not old but just older. You start to notice little things like a stretch mark here and there. Maybe a grey hair or your tummy just isn't as flat as it use to be. Its funny how you never notice how much you change as a person personality wise with age. Well not until you hang out with some one you went to high school. Man over the last few weeks I had the chance to spend some time with this girl I use to pall around with back in high school. Being around her I realized how much I have changed. Well Last night was her last night in town and we had gotten into a little bit of a verbal disagreement over her A-hole boy friend. She got pissed at me basically because I said I didn't like the way he treated her, after hearing months of her bitching about all the nasty horrible things he has done to her I think I had the right to voice my opinion of him. Specially since she was so keen to voice her opinion of they way I run my life. I personally don't think I'm doing all that bad. I'm married to a great man and we decided that we were not going to have kids "some reason this bothers people" and because of that choice we can go out for drinks on a Monday night and sleep in and pretty much get to do what ever we want. Now for some gay reason I think this bothers her.  Why I don't know? Her life isn't all that bad, she just made diff choices then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this weekends the Vespa rally. I will be taking some photos of that so maybe you guys will get some funny photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just got a 1964 Vespa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6106880445955820994-2288287168600740860?l=thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/feeds/2288287168600740860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6106880445955820994&amp;postID=2288287168600740860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/2288287168600740860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6106880445955820994/posts/default/2288287168600740860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetipsysocialite.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-me.html' title='Its me!'/><author><name>The Socialite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13431371176409119716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/Orax/hair003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
