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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>I will give all a fair warning, there have been plenty of my posts that are NSFW. If you find yourself in a place where it is inappropriate to read or look at pictures of nudity and sex, I recommend you close the browser and wait until you get home. For reasons of anonymity, I will not tell you my name. You’re more than welcome to call me Charlie, though :) I’m 19, female, Texan, bisexual, and fat. I’m a virgin, but I love sex and everything about it. I find it truly fascinating, almost as if a form of art. I’m a Buddhist, but eat meat. I love music and movies. I want to be a chef on a cruiseline someday and travel the world. I’ve never had a real long term relationship, but I’ve been promised several times that I’ll meet the one. I have another tumblr, and if you’ve had the misfortune of seeing it, I’m a helluva lot nicer on there than I am on here. I suppose being a bitch to strangers is okay with me. If you would like to know anything about me, please feel free to shoot me a message, and I’ll be happy to answer.</description><title>Circadian Rhythms of an Insomniac</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac)</generator><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>I'm reaching out to the masses on this one. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;Quick update on me since I’m never here anymore:&lt;br/&gt;
I’m okay. Still single. Barely employed. One semester away from an associates. But all as is calm. all is bright.&lt;br/&gt;
Okay, so. I was at a museum with my mom and we were at a presentation. She had a question for the speaker, and I stood there watching him talk to her, but at me. I didn’t contribute much to the conversation, instead stood there, like a dolt, thinking, “gosh. He’s nerdy, geeky, has a decent job, and is attractive. Everything I could ever hope for.” So they finish up talking and my mom thanks him for being so informative, and I say bye… as we’re walking out the exit doors, my mom says, “I think he was eyeing you.” So she catches me off guard, and I say, “so you noticed too?” She nods and walks off. I turn back to the doors thinking, just walk back in, ask him go lunch. Just do it. But I didn’t…. and the doors closed. I knew the next “showing” was in an hour. So I scavenged my thoughts and tried to muster the courage. I told my mom “even if I do go back. I don’t know what to say. What do I say? I don’t know the first thing!” And she shrugs and says, “I don’t know.” So I can’t think of what to say. I don’t go back. I lose the opportunity. Now I’m irritated and left with what ifs. My mom says about two hours later over dinner, “if it makes you feel better, maybe I read it wrong? Maybe he wasn’t eyeing you?” I groan and continue eating, knowing full well about those mom instincts and lady intuitions. (Unless she did misread, then I&amp;#8217;ll eat my words) I’m wondering if I should go back. I risk looking like a creepy, stalker, groupie goon…. and I risk him not even being at work…. and I have to pay 30+$ for parking and entry (which is the least of my concerns)…. and I risk being rejected (there was no wedding ring, I did check that). So do I dance with destiny or let it go? Help?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/39198292662</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/39198292662</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2012 01:52:28 -0500</pubDate><category>love</category><category>destiny</category><category>boy</category><category>girl</category><category>date</category><category>missed</category><category>connection</category><category>missed connection</category><category>like</category><category>relationships</category><category>relationship</category><category>museum</category><category>help</category><category>advice</category></item><item><title>New Job... I need to start considering a new me.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I got told today at work, &amp;#8220;You came in with a bang. You weren&amp;#8217;t making any mistakes, you were doing wonderfully, but I&amp;#8217;ve started noticing some patterns. It seems like when you make a mistake, its a big one. Causing me or whomever to throw out the product, and generally, its a pretty expensive one. Are you just not following the recipes or what?&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m following the recipes, as comfortably as I can, but I told my manager, its a matter of I am afraid that the woman that trained me will chew me out from doing it any way but her way. So he told me, &amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t care what she says, follow the recipes.&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;So regardless of what she says, I&amp;#8217;m to follow the recipe.&lt;br/&gt;He also told me, &amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re productivity rate is slow and you need to up your sense of urgency. You got some over time last week because -S- was out, but you need to work on getting your stuff done faster.&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t think they&amp;#8217;d realized I was tired and had only had one day off in a month.&lt;br/&gt;I didn&amp;#8217;t tell them that. There shouldn&amp;#8217;t be an excuse for my lethargy. Other than I&amp;#8217;m fat&amp;#8230; and short&amp;#8230; and tired from only having had one day off in a month.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I said I&amp;#8217;d work on it and try my hardest. I&amp;#8217;ve been there a month, and I&amp;#8217;m trying really hard&amp;#8230; but as I said, breaking into the restaurant business isn&amp;#8217;t easy. And now I&amp;#8217;m beginning to question if this is what I truly want to do in life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That being said, my old job was only giving me 9 hours a week, until about a month ago (hence why I was working 7 days a week) when they started giving me 12 hours a week (huge increase, right?). Then my Kitchen Manager quit and they offered me her hours, plus a bonus, and the title - which didn&amp;#8217;t really mean anything since I was just going to be a Spongebob - HEAD GRILL COOK! Anyways, I declined after doing the math. With the &amp;#8220;new&amp;#8221; position, I would be getting &amp;lt;30-35 hours a week for the summer and &amp;lt;20-25 hours a week after the summer. Well, I&amp;#8217;m guaranteed 30 hours at the new job, with the possibility of cross training for hire positions (assuming I don&amp;#8217;t get canned). I essentially was making within the first month at my new job in 2 weeks what it would have taken 2 months to make at my old job.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So with that money now&amp;#8230; I need to start thinking about getting into a newer&amp;#8230; me. Losing weight and keeping it off. Getting healthy. (Speaking of which, my circulation is on the fritz. I can&amp;#8217;t feel the tips of my fingers and haven&amp;#8217;t been able to for about a week.) Getting fit so I can be quick in the kitchen. I&amp;#8217;ve got to do something. Anything. Probably Weight Watchers. Maybe. Diet and exercise. Now.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/26049368604</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/26049368604</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2012 00:00:37 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I don't spend near enough time on here anymore :|</title><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/26048689329</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/26048689329</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2012 23:49:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;m a nineteen year old, female, high school graduate, going into my third year of college,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m a nineteen year old, female, high school graduate, going into my third year of college, working two jobs, seven days a week. I don&amp;#8217;t get a break while at work, at either job. Someday I aspire to be something in the world, and these two jobs are sometimes incredibly persistent on making me believe I can&amp;#8217;t do it. I have to remind myself Rome wasn&amp;#8217;t built in a day, and my career isn&amp;#8217;t going to just fall into my lap. I&amp;#8217;m a nineteen year old, with aspirations to be something big someday, and nothing will stop me.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/24763991838</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/24763991838</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2012 15:55:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I'm okay. Shaken and sweaty, but fine nonetheless.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The good news is I own a full sized spare and can change a tire in under 45 minutes (how&amp;#8217;s that for female empowerment?). The bad news is one of my tires on my truck blew out. FANTASTIC.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22589465898</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22589465898</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 11:23:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>64. The Emperor's New Groove</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Pacha: Uh Oh.&lt;br/&gt;Kuzco: What? &amp;#8230; Wait. Don&amp;#8217;t tell me. We&amp;#8217;re about to go over a huge waterfall.&lt;br/&gt;Pacha: Yupp.&lt;br/&gt;Kuzco: Bring it on.&lt;br/&gt;BOOOYAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22573764646</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22573764646</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 01:28:04 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>63. The Hunchback of Notre Dame</title><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22573718687</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22573718687</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 01:26:49 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>62. The Hunger Games</title><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22573707079</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22573707079</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 01:26:31 -0400</pubDate><category>finally! lol</category></item><item><title>I need new pillows.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m moving and getting a new bed set, new mattress and boxspring, new bedding&amp;#8230; new everything. I need new pillows, but I&amp;#8217;m having pre-partum anxieties. You get attached to the old flop laying under your head after you&amp;#8217;ve been sleeping with it for 5+ years (lol, if I were dating and/or married, you&amp;#8217;d think I was talking about my significant other!). I&amp;#8217;m a pillow folder. I like to fold my pillows in half. I need to find pillows that are soft enough to be folded in half, but firm enough that when folded in half, they support my head.&lt;br/&gt;That being said, you&amp;#8217;ve just read a post about pillows and anxieties. Happy Trolling :) &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22308998447</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22308998447</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 02:02:12 -0400</pubDate><category>pillows</category><category>bed</category><category>sleep</category><category>moving</category></item><item><title>61 Pinocchio</title><description>&lt;p&gt;61 Pinocchio&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22271644040</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22271644040</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 16:29:59 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>60 the muppets</title><description>&lt;p&gt;60 the muppets&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22271643271</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22271643271</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 16:29:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>59 the emperors new groove</title><description>&lt;p&gt;59 the emperors new groove&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22271639887</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/22271639887</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 16:29:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>58 the kings speech</title><description>&lt;p&gt;58 the kings speech&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21771318740</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21771318740</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 02:13:17 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>57 the rum diaries</title><description>&lt;p&gt;57 the rum diaries&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21771311010</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21771311010</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 02:12:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>56 the darkest hour</title><description>&lt;p&gt;56 the darkest hour&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21771299647</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21771299647</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 02:12:37 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>55 my week with marilyn</title><description>&lt;p&gt;55 my week with marilyn&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21771290314</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21771290314</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 02:12:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>doctorwho:

“Are the peoples of this world guilty of any crime...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2n1ffJ3ll1qfju7wo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://doctorwho.tumblr.com/post/21301068980/are-the-peoples-of-this-world-guilty-of-any-crime" target="_blank"&gt;doctorwho&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Are the peoples of this world guilty of any crime by the laws of the—”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21314151748</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21314151748</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 01:55:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>lazyyogi:

The bad news is you’re falling through the air,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2ninmCpEm1qg7ex5o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://lazyyogi.tumblr.com/post/21300630600/the-bad-news-is-youre-falling-through-the-air" target="_blank"&gt;lazyyogi&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;The bad news is you’re falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. The good news is there’s no ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Trungpa Rinpoche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21314150056</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21314150056</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 01:55:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr036jXJwz1qdajm7o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr036jXJwz1qdajm7o2_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21313720768</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21313720768</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 01:40:39 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
Doctor Who Intros 1963-2010
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m12nmthl1f1qkjvmgo1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m12nmthl1f1qkjvmgo2_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m12nmthl1f1qkjvmgo3_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m12nmthl1f1qkjvmgo4_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m12nmthl1f1qkjvmgo5_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m12nmthl1f1qkjvmgo6_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m12nmthl1f1qkjvmgo7_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m12nmthl1f1qkjvmgo8_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m12nmthl1f1qkjvmgo9_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doctor Who Intros 1963-2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21275294399</link><guid>http://circadianrhythmsofaninsomniac.tumblr.com/post/21275294399</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2012 13:58:36 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
