tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42080815274051599172012-02-16T08:31:47.084-08:00D.C.hristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778291491919594108noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208081527405159917.post-57667093191859907222007-08-02T12:23:00.000-07:002007-08-02T12:26:11.141-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__bE1rAL8pvA/RrIvvVaA4JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AxbaXVlHqNY/s1600-h/debbie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__bE1rAL8pvA/RrIvvVaA4JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AxbaXVlHqNY/s320/debbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094186618756063378" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208081527405159917-5766709319185990722?l=christinadoespoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>D.C.hristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778291491919594108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208081527405159917.post-12523409174283539302007-08-02T11:27:00.000-07:002007-08-02T11:34:00.587-07:00<table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"><tr><td bg align="center" style="color:#E6E6FA;"><span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><b>Your Birthdate: August 1</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color:#000000;"><br />You are a natural born leader, even if those leadership talents haven't been developed yet.<br />You have the power and self confidence to succeed in life, and your power grows daily.<br />Besides power, you also have a great deal of creativity that enables you to innovate instead of fail.<br />You are a visionary, seeing the big picture instead of all of the trivial little details.<br /><br />Your strength: Your supreme genius<br /><br />Your weakness: Your inappropriate sensitivity<br /><br />Your power color: Gold<br /><br />Your power symbol: Star<br /><br />Your power month: January</span></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/">What Does Your Birth Date Mean?</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208081527405159917-1252340917428353930?l=christinadoespoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>D.C.hristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778291491919594108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208081527405159917.post-57108023477746420372007-06-04T00:04:00.000-07:002007-08-02T11:49:50.472-07:00...is what the blogosphere is, honestly. Or it's for people with too much time on their hands (a.k.a. the unemployed). Or for narcissistic young people like myself. And yes, it's 3am EST and I'm creating a blog. But I just couldn't sleep until I knew for sure my voice was out there, trolling the internets, anxiously awaiting to be picked up by Technorati. Also, so that no one would steal my immensely creative blogspot.<br /><br />So I'm in DC and I'm writing poetry, if you haven't figured it out. I'll be posting new and old work, as I find the time, and invite you to comment. I'm looking forward to the forum that is created between us readers, writers, and bloggers and do hope you'll post your thoughts/edits. FEEDBACK WANTED.<br /><br />Send me your links. Your favorite poems. Your advice. Your recent work. Your tired, your hungry, and your poor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208081527405159917-5710802347774642037?l=christinadoespoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>D.C.hristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13778291491919594108noreply@blogger.com2