<?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-3588486</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:43.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johgi's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Notes on my life and adventures with the many interesting people who move in and out of it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johgi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johgi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08196019984713690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588486.post-78119027</id><published>2002-06-23T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-23T21:30:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The Story of Georgia Peach's Tattoo&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia Peach was very depressed last winter, and one night, she just couldn't deal with the pressures and disappointments of life any longer.  She decided that on this snowy night, she would walk into the forest and lay down in the snow to die, hoping that no one would find her.  Tromping through the thick snow, she began to tire, but as she looked up, there was a stony grey building up ahead.  This building turned out to be a little long forgotten church with a small round courtyard in the front.  Georgia Peach walked into the moonlit courtyard and right in the middle was a very tiny gnarled old tree, completely covered in ice.  As she looked closer, she noticed that the tree had little green buds beginning to break through the ice on some of its branches.  Seeing this little tree struggling for life, as it must have, year after year, gave Georgia Peach a sense of peace and a little hope.  As she looked a poem came to her mind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All that is gold does not glitter,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all those who wander are lost;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old that is strong does not wither,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep roots are not reached by the frost.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the ashes a fire shall be woken,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light from the shadows shall spring;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crownless again shall be king.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;--J.R.R. Tolkien,from The Lord of the Rings&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was enough hope for Georgia Peach to decide that she could tromp back through the forest and live.  She often visited the little tree after that night and renewed her hope through the seasons that followed.  As life wore on, she decided to etch a picture of this tree with pieces of the poem into her body.  That's how Georgia Peach got her tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588486-78119027?l=johgi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588486/posts/default/78119027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588486/posts/default/78119027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johgi.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78119027' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08196019984713690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588486.post-78006509</id><published>2002-06-20T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T19:42:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the very first entry in my Blog.  On advice from Ev, I am trying this out and will soon be putting up some silly stories about the girls I hang out with.  In the next few blogs, look for "the Story of Georgia Peach's Tatoo", "Lesbians gone bad", and "Lap Dance Tips from Lisa".  This should be fun, so here we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588486-78006509?l=johgi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588486/posts/default/78006509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588486/posts/default/78006509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johgi.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#78006509' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08196019984713690124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
