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  <title>Representative Brewer Has the Floor</title>
  <subtitle>So Shuddup</subtitle>
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    <name>Ellie Brewer</name>
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  <updated>2005-08-02T03:03:17Z</updated>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2005-08-01T23:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-02T03:03:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T03:03:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;WASHINGTON (CNN) -- President Bush plucked his long-stalled nomination of John Bolton for U.N. ambassador out of the hands of the Senate on Monday, naming the controversial nominee to the post through a recess appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush said the job at the United Nations was "too important to leave vacant any longer, especially during a war and a vital debate about U.N. reform."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand I quit.</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2005-07-29T04:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-29T08:47:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-29T08:47:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Crimeny, I got work tomorrow, why am I still awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: tomorrow finish article on Bolton's UN appointment (*RAGE*) and then promptly spend the rest of the day looking for the right wedding present for step-neice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nooo idea where to start. I'd ask Noel or Will but they both  have their plates full dealing with the actual wedding...and I should be able to handle this dammit. I will reach down into my genetic code and pull out those long dormant elaborate gift giving genes I'm SURE my mother passed down to me. I can shop for myself no problem, when it comes to other people...not so much. And this is a wedding, it needs to be nice. And serious. I can't buy her a vibrating Harry Potter wand and make lewd jokes, no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that leave me with though? Spoons? I'm not getting her spoons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting worked up over imaginary spoons. Clearly...I need to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forsee a Starbucks raid before work. Yup.</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2005-07-21T03:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-21T07:15:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-21T07:15:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Aileen's invitation in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still cannot believe step-neice is getting married &lt;strike&gt;before I am&lt;/strike&gt;. Must get to work on a gift, because the classiest girl I know deserves a classy wedding present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;STILL can't believe it.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2005-07-21T02:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-21T06:49:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-21T06:49:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Anger over Supreme Court apointee rising...rising...rising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never get through this job sans stress while Bush is in office. I've decided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I suddenly write my articles drunk just to get through them if Steve will notice. No? Yes? Is it worth it? I'm weighing my options people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing my own coffee into the office tomorrow if I expect to be fair about this peice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon God, send me a Democrat. While I still have a career please, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Maybe I just need to get some...thing...anything...&amp;gt;&amp;lt;...Yes, love life? DOA.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thwaps computer in frustration* Oh I give up.</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2004-06-24T11:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-24T15:47:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-24T15:47:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;PHILADELPHIA, June 23 - President Bush said on Wednesday for the first time that the United States should "learn from the experience" of countries like Uganda in fighting AIDS and embraced the use of condoms to prevent its spread, a sensitive issue among conservative groups that have fought the adoption of any strategy that does not focus on abstinence. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Control. Urge. To. Shout. &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO DUH YOU CONSERVATIVE FUCKER!!!!!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, couldn't control it. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently writing editorial on how much teaching Abstinence in school doesn't work in reply to bastard talking this shit in my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D This will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, anyone wanna go see Faranheit 9/11 on Friday? I got tickets since I need to write about it. Woohoo.</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2004-06-06T22:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T02:21:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-07T02:21:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Another One Bites the Dust, Queen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">How did I, the most libral political correspondant at the New York Journal, get stuck with the assignment of writing an extensive political biography/obituary on Ronald Reagan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This is payback for something I'm just not sure WHAT yet or which sadistic bastard is behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take me a while, better order up half of Starbucks now while I'm at it...</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2004-05-11T23:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-12T03:00:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-12T03:00:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>News on NBC, TV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ugh. I have to write an article on all this recent...mess happening in Iraq and Rumsfield and the contractor who was beheaded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm going to be putting this article off for as long as possible. It's all so horrific. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Hate this stupid war. Want to go back to writing articles about elections and Emily's List and the Gay movement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't quite pick what I write or what goes on in the world so...*shrug*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------INFORMATION------------ &lt;br /&gt;-- Name: Elanore Marie Brewer&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthdate: 6/21/1977&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: Philadelphia, PA&lt;br /&gt;-- Current: New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: Right&lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: Cancer&lt;br /&gt;-- Innie or Outtie: Innie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------DESCRIBE---------------- &lt;br /&gt;-- Your heritage: Dad's family is Irish, Mom's is French and English.&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: Erm...no idea. I have a very male approach to shoes. They look nice, I buy. &lt;br /&gt;-- Your weakness: Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;-- Your fear: Heights. And Elevators. Not very nice.&lt;br /&gt;-- What you want to achieve: Write a book someday. I haven't focused on my own fiction in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------WHAT IS------------------ &lt;br /&gt;-- Your most overused phrase: Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;-- Your thoughts first waking up: Aw craaaaap...&lt;br /&gt;- The first feature you notice in the opposite or same sex: eyes&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: smile I guess&lt;br /&gt;-- Your bedtime: Oh I'm nocturnal, any time of the night.&lt;br /&gt;-- Your greatest accomplishment: None of my siblings are completely messed up, despite my parents attempts for the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most missed memory: Just being a kid with Simon.&lt;br /&gt;-- Your favorite food: Ice cream and pizza. &lt;br /&gt;-- Your favorite color: Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------YOU PREFER------------------ &lt;br /&gt;-- Pepsi or coke: Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;-- McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King.&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or group dates: Single. Not that I'm good at either...&lt;br /&gt;-- Adidas or Nike: Nike&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;-- Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuchino yeees.&lt;br /&gt;-- Bras or Panties: Panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------DO YOU------------------ &lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Cuss: Allll the time baby.&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: Every other.&lt;br /&gt;-- Have a crush?: Nah not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;-- Who are they: None.&lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you've been in love?: I think I've come pretty close but...no...&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to go to college: Been there, done that. Much love to my groupies from University of Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;-- Like high school: It was okay. Went to a private school. &lt;br /&gt;-- Want to get married: Yes, even if it technically isn't legal. (bastards)&lt;br /&gt;-- Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: Nope. I'm the quickest touch typest ever. &lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: Definitly.&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're attractive: I think I'm okay yeah sure. &lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parents: oh HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- Play an instrument: Nooope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU-------------- &lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke(d): No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Done a drug: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Had sex: No. *pout*&lt;br /&gt;-- Made out: No. *another pout*&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone to the mall: Oh definitly.&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten sushi: YES! I have an obsession with the food.&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Made homemade cookies: I so can't bake...&lt;br /&gt;-- Been in love: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gotten dumped: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Dyed your hair: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- Stolen anything: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------HAVE YOU EVER------------------ &lt;br /&gt;-- Flown on a plane: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- Missed school because it was raining?: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Told a guy/girl that you liked them?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- Cried during a Movie?: constantly.&lt;br /&gt;-- Ever thought an animated character was hot: Mmm...Mulan was hot. ;) &lt;br /&gt;-- Had an imaginary friend: No, I had siblings.&lt;br /&gt;-- Cut your hair: Yes. In college when I was too cheap to pay for it to get cut.&lt;br /&gt;-- Had a crush on a teacher?: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Played a game that required removal of clothing?: Erm...*cough*&lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Unfortunately yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gotten beaten up: Yes. Damn karate.&lt;br /&gt;-- Been in a fight: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoplifted: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------THE FUTURE------------------ &lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: Ugh. WIth my luck I'll die a spinster.&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: I'm not sure, haven't given it much thought...&lt;br /&gt;-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Quiet on a beach, simple.&lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die?: o.O Erm...dunno.&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up?: I'm grown up already...I should think...&lt;br /&gt;-- What country would you most like to visit?: England, France, Australia, Italy, all over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2004-04-13T17:04:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-13T21:08:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-13T21:08:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Roses, OutKast</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*stares at Mr. Coffee at wills it to perk faster* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, I have to get this peice done by six and I need one hell of a caffeine boost to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ladies in the mail room were all squeeish today about the new guy being oh so very dreamy. Squaking like a bunch of gossipy birdies. I just wanted to see if I got a letter back from the Senators office about doing an interveiw and had to stand there for forty minutes while they discussed this new guys many positive attributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. From now on I stick to e mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*picks up finished pot of coffee and pours a cup* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to work I go...</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2004-04-13T04:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-13T08:33:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-13T08:33:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dream On, Aerosmith</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Easter Sunday was spent with my two youngest brothers. We had an inpromptu easter egg hunt that spanned the whole apartment building. I thought my super was gonna be pissed because one of the eggs got lodged in a heating vent but he shrugged it off to being a holiday and sent us on our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jed's back at Columbia and Leo's back in Philadelphia staying with Simon since we've all decided he can't live with Mom all by himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...have work to be doing. Have to write up an article about this girl from Texas who was killed in Iraq yesterday. She had two sisters who are also stationed in Iraq and now the parents in a 'Saving Private Ryan' move are requesting that their remaining children be shipped home. I hate doing articles like this. Numbers and statistics I can spit out, but putting faces to them...it's tough to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Bush wins this election at the rate he's going--Weapons of Mass Destruction? Where?--pigs will have flown and hell will be officially frozen over. Just saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's APRIL right? So why is the weather absolute crap? I woke up this morning expecting what we've been spoiled with lately and...no. Had to switch from cute short skirt and strappy heeled sandals to pants suit and pumps. BAH! Sick of winter and cold weather and RAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes fist at sky* Do anything? No? Faaaantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everyone know, by the way that Snapple has been the official beverage of New York City for a bit now? I was unaware. Jed pointed it out to me. I hate Snapple. It couldn't have been...Diet Vanilla Coke or something? As a New Yorker and a soda drinker I doth protest. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Noel, to answer your question, no I don't know anything bout the new guy. For once I'm painfully out of the loop. See what covering a war and brooding over failed relationships can do? Bah! Must reclaim position on top of gossip totem pole! I'll snoop round tomorrow and report back dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2004-04-06T19:51:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-06T23:56:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-06T23:56:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a shit for stomping about an tossing a hissy fit over nothing when BAM Will has major family shit he has to deal with. Poor guy. His brothers a jackass. And Noel's going to miss Will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should really not be thinking about me when other people have crappier things to deal with. Not really very fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel, sorry for being a snappy whiney mopey bitch. Forgive your sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, still not going to Mom's for Easter. Simon called today and tried to sway me but...uhuh hell no. Right now it looks like Simon, Rob, Helen, Helen's asshole fiance with Mom and Dad in Philadelphia. Will call Jed and Leo and try to get them to come up here. Do some tiny easter thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I have stuff I should be doing. Articles that need writing. And I need to tell Steve I'm not taking the next Iraq job. Not flying out for a while, nope. Need to grow roots back here in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, it's a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Cut my hair. I'm insane, I swear...</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2004-04-06T00:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-06T04:06:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-06T04:06:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Free Fallin, oh like I remember?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm done with men. Been done for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm done with women too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to die an asexual. Who needs em. I have a vibrator and ice cream isn't that enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone needs me I'll be getting fantastically drunk. Don't expect this chick in work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;And my mother can go fuck herself with a spatula if she thinks I'm going home for Easter. Ohholyshitnfuckno.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2004-02-23T22:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-24T03:27:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-24T03:27:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia and I had a fight. Over...stupid things. Because today Steve told me I'm heading to Iraq to cover some shit...I just got back from DC. So Lia launched into this thing about how I work too hard and it's rediculous that the paper is always sending ME places...and I kinda snapped about how it's my job and not everyone can have a cushy therapist jobs and then she was hurt and said I have no CLUE about her job so who am I to talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, she left in a huff and now I just...don't know what to do. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda brain dead about it now. It'll hit me for real when I wake up tomorrow...now I'm just...numb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-12-17T15:05:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-17T20:26:44Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-17T20:26:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">UGHGHGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the political Correspondant in the middle of the Democratic primaries AND the capture of Saddam is just...NOT FUN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-12-12T17:18:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-12T22:25:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-12T22:25:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">PARTY PARTY! WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a cute little red Santa like outfit. Lia bet me 50 bucks I wouldn't actually wear it. :P Time to prove the girl wrong. Mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with a "Scruffy" theme. heehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00009X445.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00009X445/qid=1071267430/br=1-15/ref=br_lf_t_15//103-6570633-5766219?v=glance&amp;s=toys&amp;n=172769"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00009X445/qid=1071267430/br=1-15/ref=br_lf_t_15//103-6570633-5766219?v=glance&amp;s=toys&amp;n=172769&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sings and marches. Mwahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00003CXC5.01._PE35_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00003CXC5/qid=1071267679/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/103-6570633-5766219?v=glance&amp;s=dvd"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00003CXC5/qid=1071267679/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/103-6570633-5766219?v=glance&amp;s=dvd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose scruffier then Indy? No one. And he's hot as hell. MWAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00003CXCG.01._PE15_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00003CXCG/qid=/br=1-/ref=br_lf_d_//103-6570633-5766219?v=glance&amp;s=dvd&amp;n=1027254"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00003CXCG/qid=/br=1-/ref=br_lf_d_//103-6570633-5766219?v=glance&amp;s=dvd&amp;n=1027254&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because more Audrey is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D! Hope he likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-12-10T02:47:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-10T07:52:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-10T19:13:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Gore announced he's supporting Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, major bitch slap to Leiberman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna end up being Dean, I know it. I kinda like Gephart even though Lia says he looks deformed. He's not deformed...he just has too much forehead I think. Not that this is what ANYONE should base their votes on. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck this Defense of Marriage Act. All I have to say on the subject, yup. Assholes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should try to wrangle an interview with Leiberman or something. Ask just how much Gore's actions sting, it's interesting. Even if Lia says HE looks like a troll doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, no more CSPAN when she's present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-12-10T02:23:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-10T07:29:25Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-10T07:41:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well isn't everyone just in the Christmassy mood? Hee. I've been busy batting off constant requests from Mom to come to The Green Hill for Christmas. I'd rather stay in New York thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually been invited to spend the holiday with Lia's family but it'll be a cold day in hell before I tell her THAT. Not to mention I'd rather not spend all of Christmas at a vet's because my sister's lap dog decided to eat the poinsetas. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Boy was that a Jolly Holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secret Santa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel, I have your darling husband. Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA:&lt;/b&gt; Oh fuck the lj cut, he knows I have him anyway. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-10-31T13:22:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-31T18:26:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-31T18:31:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Monster Mash</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Halloween!!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if Steve gave me a LOOK, I wanted to come to the office in costume. And it's not much of a costume. Just a pair of wings and a little wand. Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger costume is for tonight. Lia and I are going to a veiwing of Rocky Horror Picture Show. :D I'm Janet at the end and she's...oh hell that other chick with the hair whose name I can never remember. Hee. Should be fun. If my feather boa ever stops shedding...I think Kennedy tried to eat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bonniebeaux.com/images/big/131ab.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to wear the necklace, I think old women going who go to church socials wear those things but look at the cut candy corn earrings. hee. &amp;lt;3 Hope you like, I thought they were adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am off to spread my fairy dust all over Noel's cubicle...mwahaha...gotta love glitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;((OOC: Oops. Wrote that without even reading recent NY_J. o.O Oh well. Bet that thing is playing all over NYC on Halloween. Sorry. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; ))&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-10-29T02:45:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-29T07:47:00Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-29T07:47:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Noel this is a warning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapping you tomorrow. We haven't had a brother/sister outing in FOREVER. I'm thinking little dinner, maybe see a movie, come back for ice cream and gossip what do you think? I wanna see the Texas Chainsaw Massacre! *bounce* Plllleeeeaaassssse come with me and let me latch on to you when the scary bits happen? :D It'll be fun and you can mock my girlie shrieks afterwards. And I can mock yours. Hee hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I need you advice desperately. Yes I have an alterior motive, no you should not be surprised. :/ Lia wants me to meet her family on Friday. Is it too quick? I'm FREAKING out. Bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blink* Hmm. I should sleep. And worry about this silly article on "cum and breast cancer" connections tomorrow. Boy am I gonna get snide remarks on THIS one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-10-16T17:56:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-16T21:58:53Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-16T21:58:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*innocent whistle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a lovely picture of Mrs. Foster, truly I did. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel you can try to kill me but I'm a black belt and your sister. So...neener. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your own fault. Next time don't go trying on your step daughters clothing. Much as I think your have better legs then I do. Bastard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey tonight...ughg...:/ I'm going PURELY to see Will wave a foam hand like Aidan promised. I got a ticket for Lia too but then chickened out asking her...and then dropped it casually and she got excited so...she's coming. Noel behave. :P That's an order. I'm older. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I swore I'd finish this article on White House leaks before six. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-10-04T20:35:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-05T00:39:35Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-05T00:39:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The American President, TV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This article can kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia offered to help me but I refused, knowing she meant well. Lia's area of expertise is psychology, not politics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I dunno if you'd know what I'm tryign to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Lia: Probably not. I was only offering so it looked like I was being a good girlfriend and sympathetic to your struggles.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It worked, you can stope now.&lt;br /&gt;Lia: I'll get you a coke and order chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Lia: Easy to please, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So over Lo Mein and DVC I'm trying to write about Arnold and the silly California shpeal. Mom called me yesterday and told me she and Dad attended a party for Arnold. Oh joy. *rolls eyes* I'm ashamed my parents are Republicans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia's on the couch with Kennedy watching TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The American President is on. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia just said she never saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BOLTS*</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-09-14T13:54:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-14T17:55:50Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-14T17:55:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I...have a date tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a woman. A hot, sexy, talented, professional, funny AMAZING woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who by the way has her doctorate. And helps run a teen center downtown. Who also sings, and knows about art and music and theatre and movies, and admits to being a totaly nerd when in the privacy of her own home. We're talking old sweats and dorky glasses here people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god help me. She's amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go panic now...</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-09-05T15:28:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-05T19:34:08Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-05T19:34:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...guess it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dreadfully boring, as most of those things are. I ended up escaping to the bathroom about half way through when this one other reporter would NOT stop talking to be about some article he read in the journal. I think it was Sports related (thanks Aidan, heh). I just bolted in there and nearly ran head on into this woman, walking to the sink from the tiny floral couch they had in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good god she's...erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she accepted my hirried apology and I just went right into a bitch rant about how I didn't want to be here and how the guy was pissin me off and how things like this irritated me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Oh I know. They've never been my scene either.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Meh. Oh...I'm Ellie by the way. Ellie Brewer.&lt;br /&gt;HEr: *smile* Cordelia Cabot.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cabot...isn't this place called Eloise Cabot Teen Center?&lt;br /&gt;Her: My father named it after his favorite sister, she died when she was 16. &lt;br /&gt;Me:...your father's Dr. Cabot.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I managed to take my FOOT out of my MOUTH I told her I was from the journal and she looks surprised. I was supposed to be interviewing her, her brother and father later. She apparantly was expecting someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we ended up hiding in the bathroom together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right...like I said...not as bad as I thought...</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-09-04T01:00:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-04T05:02:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-04T05:02:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGHRGRHGR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT. Steve is AGAIN sending me on some DUMBASS assignment. Some opening of a teen center down town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...hello? I'm the POLITICAL correspondant. WHAT may I ask is so political about teen whining baout how much they hate their parents? Not that it is something that isn't incredibly important. But it shoudl be given to SOMEONE else! NOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumble* Opening tomorrow morning. be gone most of the morning. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; UGH. Do NOT want to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to curl up with puppy and ice cream and call brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-09-03T02:29:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-03T06:31:12Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-03T06:31:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;SKANK?! Your ass is MINE NORVALD!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes...erm...I skipped work cause I...felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay fine...eh. I skipped work because I felt a bit depressed this morning, when I woke up again to just my dog, my big bed with only one occupant, cold cereal, no milk cause I forgot to go shopping and various other things. So I went back to bed and slept till 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in work tomorrow, stop sqwalking. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie</content>
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    <title>elliebrewer @ 2003-08-27T12:25:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-27T16:29:24Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-27T16:29:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got a chance to talk to Noel last night. He stormed into my apartment last night ice cream in  hand, spoon in mouth gesturing wildly about what had happened. Once I got him to slow down and take the spoon out of his mouth I caught up with everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Right. I had no idea Will's drinking was so bad. Noel...I didn't have any idea his dad--well, not OUR dad, the one who raised him--was an alcoholic. Explains why Noel is so scared about Will. Hey I understand that. My Mom was a pill popper for 19 years. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan's shut himself up in his office. Probably best if he has some time alone...ugh...I dunno. Shitty situation any way you look at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ellie</content>
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