tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14123639982379483712024-03-13T05:51:22.483-07:006 degrees6 degresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01147338137856215282noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412363998237948371.post-57242562349051168322009-02-10T22:37:00.000-08:002009-02-10T22:38:17.620-08:00004 Why I Live<object width="400" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZSXoph4m3ts&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZSXoph4m3ts&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"></embed></object><br />You can't do this. Not again. - Anna Williams6 degresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01147338137856215282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412363998237948371.post-43750175020450586062009-02-08T20:42:00.000-08:002009-02-10T14:18:57.261-08:00003 Pictures of the Past<object width="400"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhSowJiKcBk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jz8aP7rdqQo/SY-0rnrOlwI/AAAAAAAAADc/GXjb_i1XPhs/s1600-h/003PicturesofthePast_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300653947916031746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jz8aP7rdqQo/SY-0rnrOlwI/AAAAAAAAADc/GXjb_i1XPhs/s320/003PicturesofthePast_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I have an important decision to make. Join me in live chat WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 12TH @ 7:00 PM on http://www.stickam.com/everyonesconnectedtv. Should I Stay or Should I Go? - Jeremy Williams6 degresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01147338137856215282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412363998237948371.post-52576483687974329982009-02-07T17:43:00.000-08:002009-02-07T17:50:47.359-08:00<p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jz8aP7rdqQo/SY46He7KRMI/AAAAAAAAADU/IL_TZCpAgMI/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300237711696348354" style="WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jz8aP7rdqQo/SY46He7KRMI/AAAAAAAAADU/IL_TZCpAgMI/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>This is the picture Jeremy drew in his latest video. It flashed threw about midway during a strange transition period of the film. Linda Vista Apt.? #314? Who are those people? What does all this mean? It doesn't seem to make any sense... - A Secret Admirerer6 degresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01147338137856215282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412363998237948371.post-22253224689235021582009-02-07T16:47:00.001-08:002009-02-07T16:49:52.633-08:00002 Gotta Get Away<object width="400" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5v2EQ_w4mg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5v2EQ_w4mg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"></embed></object><br />Where do you turn when home is not the answer? - Jeremy Williams6 degresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01147338137856215282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412363998237948371.post-79697058111801442882009-02-03T10:21:00.000-08:002009-02-07T16:47:26.312-08:00* New City, New Life... (Jeremy Williams)Dharma Rhode... the one place in the entire world where life can actually seem to be worse than it actually is. My mom and I came here to start over; to get away from all the shit we've had to put up with in the past, but I can't seem to shake the feeling than no matter where we relocate, everything will stay the same. At least before, in LA, I had friends and family by my side to help pull me out during those certain moments when it seemed all was to fall. Now, I honestly feel like I have... no one. Sure, mom's here with me physically, but emotionally? That's a different story. Guess we're all just dealing with the move in a different way. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom to death! But recently I've questioned our relationship to a much fuller extent. How long will this thought of perception last inside my head? One thing is sure: I won't stop until I get what I want. And currently, what I want, is to go... home.<br />- Jeremy Williams6 degresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01147338137856215282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412363998237948371.post-5750633066559463592009-02-03T10:04:00.000-08:002009-02-07T16:47:11.789-08:00001 The Beginning of the End<object height="344" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wkQi1ajkYo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wkQi1ajkYo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="400"></embed></object><br />This is my story now... - Jeremy Williams6 degresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01147338137856215282noreply@blogger.com0