<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969</id><updated>2009-11-10T01:58:53.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE KATIE ROGERS CHRONICLES</title><subtitle type='html'>The Life and Times of your average Supergirl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115469127793286037</id><published>2006-08-04T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T04:34:37.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE KATIE ROGERS CHRONICLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;THE KATIE ROGERS CHRONICLES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115469127793286037?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115469127793286037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115469127793286037' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115469127793286037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115469127793286037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/08/katie-rogers-chronicles.html' title='THE KATIE ROGERS CHRONICLES'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115469058835985750</id><published>2006-08-04T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T04:28:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Fiend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katiecholatefiend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katiecholatefiend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever a correct quote in the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces&lt;br /&gt;with your bare hands - and then eat just one of the pieces&lt;br /&gt;--Judith Viorst&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115469058835985750?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115469058835985750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115469058835985750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115469058835985750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115469058835985750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/08/chocolate-fiend.html' title='Chocolate Fiend'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115373395805415919</id><published>2006-07-24T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:06:32.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tizzy , my saviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katieshoppingbroadway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katieshoppingbroadway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt assistant Tizzy is the bomb. I dont know where i would be without her. Without question she is there at my beck and call, forever ready to dive into whatever chore i need of her. On a good day she can just turn up to the office and answer a few calls. On a bad day i have had her running around, Manhattan, Queens and Brooklyn picking up pieces, driving a client to me, covering for me when i dont want to be disturbed or even doing some unsavoury things for the sake of the agency. (which will not be talked about.) She is more than an assistant, she is an adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115373395805415919?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115373395805415919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115373395805415919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115373395805415919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115373395805415919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/tizzy-my-saviour.html' title='Tizzy , my saviour'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115322086197427173</id><published>2006-07-18T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:07:41.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilling Out with Jack Daniels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katiearthebar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katiearthebar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a stressfull day at work i alwayd tend to unwind with a double Jack. I'm not talking about getting wasted mind you. I'm just talking about a Karmic ritual i have that sets my crazy world to rights.&lt;br /&gt;Cocktails are for sociallising, Jack is for de-stressing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115322086197427173?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115322086197427173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115322086197427173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115322086197427173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115322086197427173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/chilling-out-with-jack-daniels.html' title='Chilling Out with Jack Daniels'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115322054767806081</id><published>2006-07-18T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:02:27.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilling in with Jack Bauer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katie24finale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katie24finale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Friends, Frasier and Sex and the City left our screens i have found a new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;24. I mean...i'm hooked!! I found it impossible to just watch 1 episode every week so i did the stupid thing and bought the box sets. Last month i virtually stayed in my jammies the whole day and watched Season 4 with my mate, Mo. We must have stank like skunks as we didn't move all day .I felt like i put on a 60 stone from the amount of TV treats, Soda and Pizza we wolfed down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a day off to watch Season 5 next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115322054767806081?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115322054767806081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115322054767806081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115322054767806081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115322054767806081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/chilling-in-with-jack-bauer.html' title='Chilling in with Jack Bauer'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115321852552209159</id><published>2006-07-18T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T03:28:45.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOPS! I did it again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katieshoehome.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katieshoehome.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i spent the rent money......on CHOO's!!&lt;br /&gt;This is an addiction. I cant help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115321852552209159?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115321852552209159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115321852552209159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115321852552209159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115321852552209159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/ooops-i-did-it-again.html' title='OOOPS! I did it again.'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115315949262487604</id><published>2006-07-17T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:04:52.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playstation or Passion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katieandburnz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katieandburnz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byrnes plays with his playstation more than me. I could be wearing my sexiest underwear and it just doesn't faze him. He is more passionate about his computer games and sports than anything else. He explained to me that Passion for women is touch and personal feeling whilst Passion for guys stems from centuries of working, playing and fighting as a TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;So when you often hear the phrase " That goal was better than sex", apparently that stems from the passion  and adulation felt by a group all feeling the same sensation at the same time, being part of something higher than yourself but still obtainable. When guy's play games against themselves or an opponent the feeling is " I BEAT HIM!" or in a group " WE BEAT THEM". For us girlies who dont do group sports/ activities like playing computer games we only feel.." I WON!" or " WE WON!"&lt;br /&gt;I still dont get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115315949262487604?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115315949262487604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115315949262487604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115315949262487604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115315949262487604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/playstation-or-passion.html' title='Playstation or Passion?'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115318336639835773</id><published>2006-07-17T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:42:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Incarnate- Crystal Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/CristalRose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/CristalRose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have too much free time on their hands. A certain someone spread a rumour that i freeload from my clients because Lauren bought me a $3,000 Cartier Watch..She posted a picture on my desk of me with "Pigeon of the Year "on it .If anybody has a record in that category it's her!!&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and i have history going back to when i first came back to New York. I wont go into too much detail but let's just say i was a lot different looking back then. A sort of ugly duckling.&lt;br /&gt;I was good friends with her until she showed her true colours.&lt;br /&gt;I dont hate her for it, i thank her because without her evil, backstabbing way's i would never have got my job and that burns the bitch right down to her blackhearted soul. She plots every day to humiliate me.&lt;br /&gt;Her day will come...believe you me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115318336639835773?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115318336639835773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115318336639835773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115318336639835773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115318336639835773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/evil-incarnate-crystal-rose.html' title='Evil Incarnate- Crystal Rose'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115316683061516693</id><published>2006-07-17T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:07:10.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee-my drug of choice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katie46-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katie46-48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With enough coffee, i could rule the world!&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115316683061516693?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115316683061516693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115316683061516693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115316683061516693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115316683061516693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/coffee-my-drug-of-choice.html' title='Coffee-my drug of choice.'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115316619358592016</id><published>2006-07-17T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:56:33.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My average day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katietimessqaure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katietimessqaure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder what i do day and day out. I am a publicist to 6 clients. My top 2  at this moment in time are actor David deBartolo and Mactress (Model and Actress) Lauren Belle. I write articles that appear in print and also book and arrange television appearances and other media exposure for them.&lt;br /&gt;I also hint or help out with style or fashion tips so they present themselves to the best of their potential in the media.&lt;br /&gt; Also helping myself to some free gear in the meantime too.&lt;br /&gt;Heheheheheehehehe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115316619358592016?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115316619358592016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115316619358592016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115316619358592016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115316619358592016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-average-day.html' title='My average day.'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115316545102987036</id><published>2006-07-17T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:44:11.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping to me is not a word. It's a COMMA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katieshoppingagain.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katieshoppingagain.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend asked me yesterday. Why do women shop so much? I wanted to say what was on the tip of my tongue...." Well, you aint gonna buy me anything!" But i quickly said it's like guys and their sports. The hunt of getting what you want at a bargain before the season starts. To me shopping is not a word...it's a Comma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katieshopontube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katieshopontube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115316545102987036?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115316545102987036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115316545102987036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115316545102987036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115316545102987036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/shopping-to-me-is-not-word-its-comma.html' title='Shopping to me is not a word. It&apos;s a COMMA!!'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115316489550733509</id><published>2006-07-17T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:34:55.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tizzy, my dance partner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katiedisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katiedisco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tizz and i were back on it Saturday night at Usher's concert after-party. As usual we were first up on the dance floor after having our Cosmo and tequila shot ritual. I wish my man could come and dance with me ( even though he has 2 left feet) sometimes. You can imagine the amount of Creep-Repellant we have to spray around us to stop the pervs from copping a feel.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have someone around to ward them off. And trust me, David is not my first choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115316489550733509?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115316489550733509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115316489550733509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115316489550733509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115316489550733509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/tizzy-my-dance-partner.html' title='Tizzy, my dance partner.'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115316432624667567</id><published>2006-07-17T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:25:26.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was born to be driven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katielimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katielimo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dont mean to brag, but i looked good the other night. All expenses paid to one of my client's suave opening exhibition bashes. Topping off a rather good 48 hours of partying.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes a woman feel more desirable than when she donns a black dress and heels at a posh occassion.&lt;br /&gt;I thank my stylist Yvonne for my outfit and hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;Mwah!!XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115316432624667567?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115316432624667567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115316432624667567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115316432624667567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115316432624667567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-born-to-be-driven.html' title='I was born to be driven.'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115312562234952891</id><published>2006-07-17T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:40:22.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never too fat for shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katieblackdinnerdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katieblackdinnerdress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You may wake up in the morning's feeling crap about yourself, or totally go into hiding after reading an article in a magazine about " CELEBRITY DIET'S". You may even be totally depressed after seeing a picture of Victoria Beckham, Kate Moss or Eva Longoria and say to yourself "No matter how i try&lt;br /&gt;i can never get to look like that!" When i'm at my Tai Chi class my teacher usually gives me infinite wisdom with some kind of Zen teaching  but i recall something she said to me about 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I complained to her that i was feeling down about myself . My weight had risen and i looked terrible when my life was in the sh***er after finding my boyfriend at the time was cheating on me (with someone i'd rather not mention &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katieshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katieshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) . I felt nobody would look twice at me after wards and i was so depressed. Then the wierdest thing happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katieredshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katieredshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just stared up to me , held my hand and calmly said-&lt;br /&gt;" Youre Never Too Fat For Shoes!"&lt;br /&gt;Bingo! That snapped me right out of it and that has been a&lt;br /&gt;living motto ever since. So if you ever feel bad about yourself and need a pick- me up with a little retail therapy, keep that little saying in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115312562234952891?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115312562234952891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115312562234952891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115312562234952891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115312562234952891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/never-too-fat-for-shoes.html' title='Never too fat for shoes'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115312398580856780</id><published>2006-07-17T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:13:05.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crown Victoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katiegrandcentral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katiegrandcentral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not anything to do with our beloved Royal family but the extremely annoying yellow things that buzz around Manhattan. The NYC cab. Trying to catch one when you really want one is like&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a Northern line train on the tube.&lt;br /&gt;I had to get to the airport to get to one of my parties i host in london and do you think i could get one of those things. You'd think they would stop for a woman but nnnnoooooooo.... they couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;My guide for you girl's who are in the same position:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stick your arm out like you are recieving a pass from a Quarterback.&lt;br /&gt;2. Flash some flesh.&lt;br /&gt;3.Run straight out in front of one going top speed. If they hit you and you survive. You can sue!&lt;br /&gt;4. Flash some flesh. Usually works&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115312398580856780?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115312398580856780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115312398580856780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115312398580856780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115312398580856780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/crown-victoria.html' title='The Crown Victoria'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115312339911378306</id><published>2006-07-17T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:03:19.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partying hard with The House of Rythym</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katiepartyscene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katiepartyscene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flew over to London for the weekend and hooked up with my good friend DJ Raw( aka&lt;br /&gt;Rolph Webster) head Dj for the House of Rythym&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the Drums of Freedom. Their nights are a mixture of Soulful Disco House mixted with some&lt;br /&gt;vibrant congo playing.&lt;br /&gt;These guy's play at all of my parties i host and everybody dances like crazy. Tizz and i usually get the crowd started then everyone piles in.&lt;br /&gt;Was a shame i had to catch my flight home but in the state i was in getting into my taxi i think it was a wise idea to leave before 1am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115312339911378306?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115312339911378306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115312339911378306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115312339911378306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115312339911378306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/partying-hard-with-house-of-rythym.html' title='Partying hard with The House of Rythym'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115312283217855983</id><published>2006-07-17T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:53:52.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do i look like a morning person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katiemorningperson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katiemorningperson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;My head kills this morning. Too much red wine and champagne last night&lt;br /&gt;and i am grumpy as hell. In the morning i turn into Emperor Palpatine.&lt;br /&gt;In one dark moment i could strike you down if you were to say anything&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;My neuron's are not firing in the morning's so on the morning of a hangover&lt;br /&gt;STAY AWAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ps. Piss off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115312283217855983?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115312283217855983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115312283217855983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115312283217855983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115312283217855983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-i-look-like-morning-person.html' title='Do i look like a morning person?'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115289852129804097</id><published>2006-07-14T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T10:36:54.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray Of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katieshograndpiano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katieshograndpiano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend made a fuss of me the other night . His buddies picked me up from work. In a FIRETRUCK!!! WooooHOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;They dropped me off outside the Soho Grand hotel and at reception there were a dozen roses waiting for me with a note telling me to go up to the Penthouse. As i walked into the room there was Byrnes playing the piano.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know he played piano!&lt;br /&gt;He sang me a song called " Ray of Sunshine" before taking me into the bathroom where he had run a bath and filled it with petals. There were candles lit and a bottle of Red Wine open.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cracked up laughing because this is so unlike him but he grabbed me up in his arms and he just fell into the bath with me fully clothed. Then we both cracked up laughing.&lt;br /&gt;What went on before room service came up ( i think you can guess) shall remain silent.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning before we checked out, he played me that song one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so hard to find the Ray of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;When the windows to your soul are filled with rain&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away the tears; stay strong: Hold on&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta keep reaching for the skies because the sun will shine again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world can make you feel like you're not beautiful&lt;br /&gt;sometimes your reflections make you feel worse&lt;br /&gt;It don't mean a thing to me what you see on the outside&lt;br /&gt;deep inside yourself is where you're gonna find out what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds only shine because of the pressure&lt;br /&gt;You can't let your spirit die just because it hurts&lt;br /&gt;It won't always be this way, you're gonna wake up one day&lt;br /&gt;to a Ray of sunshine"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115289852129804097?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115289852129804097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115289852129804097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115289852129804097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115289852129804097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/ray-of-sunshine.html' title='Ray Of Sunshine'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115286854688732691</id><published>2006-07-14T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:15:46.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaking what God gave me in the Village.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katieandmatesboozing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katieandmatesboozing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out in force last night celebrating Tizzy's birthday with Yvonne and got totally wrecked. Every now and then a girl let's her hair down, applies the old ILM (Industrial Lipstick and Make-Up) gets her legs out and acts like she's 18 again.&lt;br /&gt;We took over the dance floor when the RnB came on and went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dont mean to boast but when i get down and boogie i am usually the centre of attention. &lt;/div&gt;One guy told me he nearly got Cataracts from watching me move my hips.&lt;br /&gt;As for Tizzy, she is half Brazilian so she knows how to shake that ass.&lt;br /&gt;I swear i will never do tequila again though. My stomach feels like i have a gerbil&lt;br /&gt;running around in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115286854688732691?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115286854688732691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115286854688732691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115286854688732691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115286854688732691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/shaking-what-god-gave-me-in-village.html' title='Shaking what God gave me in the Village.'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115286787806942307</id><published>2006-07-14T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:04:38.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katiecafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katiecafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a bender i always end up at Eddies Diner for a big breakfast. With a gallon of coffee. Thats another thing i love about NYC. Refills!!&lt;br /&gt;And after a night like last night you definetly need Coffee on the drip.&lt;br /&gt;My Motto : " If it ain't Caffienated, it' ain't Coffee"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115286787806942307?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115286787806942307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115286787806942307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115286787806942307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115286787806942307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/coffee-recovery.html' title='Coffee recovery'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115282845291798853</id><published>2006-07-13T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:07:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fortress Of Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katiecentralpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katiecentralpark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman has the Batcave, Superman has the Fortress of Solitude. Im not sure what Spiderman has. I think he just swings back to his wifes East Side condo or something. Anyway i digress..My place i like to get away from everyone and calm my mind is Central Park. Central Park has the most calming effect on you.I sit in Central Park and drink my Frappaccino because as soon as i sit down to a cup of hot coffee at work i will have to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115282845291798853?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115282845291798853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115282845291798853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115282845291798853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115282845291798853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-fortress-of-solitude.html' title='My Fortress Of Solitude'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115278626171846945</id><published>2006-07-13T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T03:24:21.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Feeling Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katieisunhappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katieisunhappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a downer and did'nt go into work today. Sometimes you just need the time out to reflect on where your problems lie. I cried almost thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;1. Havent seen boyfriend in a week and he is starting to get narked off. He went off on a boy's night the other day and god knows where they ended up.&lt;br /&gt;2. David Debartolo's antics keep him in the tabloids and i'm finding it hard to write anything favourable about him even though that's what i get paid for.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ive got bills mounting up because of my expensive shopping habits. My credit card clutches on to my purse screaming every time i go to take it out.&lt;br /&gt;4. Some promotional items i needed 2 days ago mysteriously ended up in our buildings boiler room. ( 2 guesses to who put them there). Crystal was seen down there by a colleague. She said that she thought it was the storage room. Yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a bit vunerable at the moment. I just want a cuddle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115278626171846945?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115278626171846945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115278626171846945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115278626171846945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115278626171846945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-feeling-down.html' title='Im Feeling Down.'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115278514806417332</id><published>2006-07-13T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T03:05:48.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Gucci!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katiesshoes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katiesshoes4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i treated myself to a $400 pair of Gucci shoes i have had my eye on for a month.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is.......... i was only going for a bagel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115278514806417332?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115278514806417332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115278514806417332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115278514806417332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115278514806417332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-gucci.html' title='Oh My Gucci!!'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115269800647402683</id><published>2006-07-12T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:53:26.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katiefashionshow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katiefashionshow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with my boss Toni Jackson to La Perla's Lingerie fashion show yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;The show was great as i saw a few pieces that i want for myself and a few for those special occasions when i treat Brynes. Was good just to hang out with Toni too. I dont usually speak&lt;br /&gt;on a social level with her. It is usually me bursting into her office to tell her i have finished my&lt;br /&gt;work with a minute to spare or her wanting to find out if i can say anything favourable about my clients. Anyway, we ended up at the Soho Grand for a few cocktails afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;On her of course. Have you seen how much a Cosmo costs in there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115269800647402683?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115269800647402683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115269800647402683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115269800647402683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115269800647402683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/fashionista.html' title='Fashionista'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30850969.post-115256940706970533</id><published>2006-07-10T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:10:07.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/1600/katierogerblackprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4447/3316/320/katierogerblackprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No place on earth beats New York in the evening. The cityscape comes to life in a cavalcade of lights and excitement. Times square itself is so bright it looks like the afternoon has come back for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;I love the sense of the dark being overpowered by the glimpses of light on every corner giving off a sense of dread and then security.&lt;br /&gt;I often just pick up myself and go for a walk. Sometimes i walk around the corner, other times i can walk for blocks. Watching the Empire State Building in all it's glory still takes my breath away reminding me that i made the right choice in living and working in this great city.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NYC Nights!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30850969-115256940706970533?l=katierogersdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115256940706970533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30850969&amp;postID=115256940706970533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115256940706970533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30850969/posts/default/115256940706970533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katierogersdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-york-nights.html' title='New York Nights'/><author><name>Katie Rogers Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04674604892355448874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01917087372275779281'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>