<?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-2861545807639084638</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:02:51.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Plan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2861545807639084638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspeacock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms. Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16570399270344827289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKWRr1gKTs/TRo6W11wWLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bMVfejtTdM8/S220/face%252Cfeather%252Cgirl%252Cglamour%252Cglitter%252Cmakeup%252Cpeacock-3412ff4795535754793a6f5a488da75c_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861545807639084638.post-7800384379911831335</id><published>2011-01-05T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T06:47:34.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/5/2011</title><content type='html'>Oh dear... where to start??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years I suppose... It was a sad day when we learned we weren't going to New Orleans for New Year's Eve... but we lived it up here in town just the same. We had a little staycation... got a room at the ritzy hotel downtown and walked down the street for dinner. We got did up all fancy and visited in the neighbor's room before we headed upstairs for the free wine bar and dancing. Lee met me there and I blacked out by 11:30, typical me fashion. The girls found me downstairs in our room at 12:30 naked in bed. Oops. I missed the rest of the festivities and woke up the next morning with a lovely hangover to start the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since that night Lee has been a lot more interested. He writes on my facebook at least twice and day and texts me. This morning I woke up to a picture message on my phone of him at the airport... which was a little awkward with Trey right next me... Which brings me to the breaking news of the week. Trey asked me to be his girlfriend last night. I guess he got liquid courage and asked me on our way out of the bar last night. Of course I said yes, but did I say yes for the right reasons? He is good looking. Nice. Generous. Openminded. Tall. Idk, there is just something there that I feel like he's missing. I want to tell him to relax. He's not uptight but he always seems a little restrained. I'll break him down ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, Stephen has a girlfriend I think, according to my facebook stalking anyway... Hope I'm not with Trey just because of some underlying jealousy thing I have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2861545807639084638-7800384379911831335?l=mspeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/7800384379911831335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspeacock.blogspot.com/2011/01/152011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2861545807639084638/posts/default/7800384379911831335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2861545807639084638/posts/default/7800384379911831335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspeacock.blogspot.com/2011/01/152011.html' title='1/5/2011'/><author><name>Ms. Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16570399270344827289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKWRr1gKTs/TRo6W11wWLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bMVfejtTdM8/S220/face%252Cfeather%252Cgirl%252Cglamour%252Cglitter%252Cmakeup%252Cpeacock-3412ff4795535754793a6f5a488da75c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861545807639084638.post-841430941752894859</id><published>2010-12-28T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:17:24.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/28/2010</title><content type='html'>The point of this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To pass time at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To vent to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To be discovered - my life would truly be an entertaining tv show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like boys, I'm good at boys - I can get them to do anything I want. Free meals, good sex, entertaining converstation. If there were such thing as a professional dater, I'd be making millions at it. I like the dating game. I'm really good at being single and when I am, I'm never alone. I typically have 3-5 on the backburner for my entertainment. For the readers convience I'm going to I'll create a little index to get you up to date on who's who in my dating world right now. (I'm not dumb - I'm changing names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Runner&lt;/em&gt; - Jon. We've been neighbors for about 4 years. He really is a super nice guy, very smart and independent. He dated one of my best friends for a little while and because of that we actually became friends. I got a little bit wasted at my annual Christmas party and woke up the next morning to him in my bed... Awkward? Yes. Oh good morning neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Salesman&lt;/em&gt; - Lee. We met at a football game, totally cute. Woke up the next morning with him next to me. He's fun guy, talks alot, has big plans for himself to get out of the city. Only been out with him a couple times since the day we met, we talk on the phone about once a week but I really don't think anything is going to come of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mechanic&lt;/em&gt; - Steve. I found his number in my phone and texted him not knowing who he was. We texted for awhile and when we finnally met he was soooo cute. I really wanted him and we hooked up a couple times. But I think I f'ed things up with him at the Christmas Party, on account of my wastedness. Oh well... he liked his cars more than me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Nice Guy&lt;/em&gt; - Trey. Hopefully we'll get married in the next 2-3 years. He's awesome. We've actually only been talking for about 2 weeks, and by talking I meant texting. But last night and the night before he's stayed over SOBER and we've just really hit it off. He asked me today if I thought we were moving too fast. I said yes, but I don't want to slow down! He feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Marine&lt;/em&gt; - Kyle. My most recent exboyfriend. I'd always taken pride in being a strong woman and not taking shit from shit boys. I'm embaressed to talk about my relationship with him because I really wasn't myself. Things moved WAY too fast in the time we were together and he honestly scared me, but I stuck around. He was so quick to temper and I've never met someone that could yell so much. He never physically hit me and yet I never felt so wounded and cried so much when I was with him. I have no doubt in my mind that if I had continued to stay with him he would have beat me - Dr. Phil said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Ladies Night at the Palace, aka Hangover Tuesday. Anyway, the neighbors showed up, nbd. Until we all got a little tipsy and then it was time for me to go home to be with Trey. I made my rounds hugging everyone goodbye, and then walked up to Jon. He gave me a hug and when I pulled away he started rubbing the small of my back. A friend yells at us "KEESES!" Awkward? Yes. So I ran away. Trey met me at the house and we had amazing sex. I just need to figure out a way to tell him that he needs to warm me up more before he just sticks it in... that kinda hurts! This morning he was so sweet though - when I rolled over he told me I was beautiful, hungover and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to date Trey. I know I'm going to fall in love with him. He is the polar opposite of Kyle. He is tall. He is good in bed. He is so generous. He's pretty great. When he asks me to be official though I have a speech prepared. I'm going to tell him that yes, I would love to be with him, but he needs to know that I am not going to date him just so that I have a boyfriend. This girl is dating for marraige. I want a husband g dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee just called, guess I'll call him back after work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2861545807639084638-841430941752894859?l=mspeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mspeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/841430941752894859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mspeacock.blogspot.com/2010/12/12282010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2861545807639084638/posts/default/841430941752894859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2861545807639084638/posts/default/841430941752894859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mspeacock.blogspot.com/2010/12/12282010.html' title='12/28/2010'/><author><name>Ms. Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16570399270344827289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKWRr1gKTs/TRo6W11wWLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bMVfejtTdM8/S220/face%252Cfeather%252Cgirl%252Cglamour%252Cglitter%252Cmakeup%252Cpeacock-3412ff4795535754793a6f5a488da75c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
