<?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-8293250</id><updated>2009-10-27T09:22:49.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Plastic Toy</title><subtitle type='html'>This my shit, This my shit</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113639279100408989</id><published>2006-01-04T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T08:39:51.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A New Year</title><summary type='text'>I can't even begin to describe the events that unfolded on New Years and the week before. What a fantastic time. And funny. Glad that Charles came to visit and we made it upto New York and came back just in time for all the parties and craziness on New Years Eve.Wish I could write about the events of the week but I'm too lazy to go on. Lets just say that it was definitely crazy. Crazy but fun.But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113639279100408989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113639279100408989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113639279100408989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113639279100408989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s A New Year'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113442521870025119</id><published>2005-12-09T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:14:14.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 2-3</title><summary type='text'>Quite a week it has been. The week of the big 2-3. My 23rd birthday. Getting older and wiser, slowly and surely. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a good day. Took the day off, worked out,  shopped at Georgetown (bought a scarf and a pair of mittens) and spent the afternoon reading Three Junes.Rents called from Saudi Arabia in the wee hours of the morning (around 3 am) giving me their best, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113442521870025119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113442521870025119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113442521870025119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113442521870025119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/big-2-3.html' title='The Big 2-3'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113382069695127273</id><published>2005-12-05T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:11:36.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C T A</title><summary type='text'>CTA party last weekend. A lot of unattractive gays and a couple (one or two) hot ones. Somewhat fun! Good desserts and free drinks. Was in bed by midnight which was great. Things are quite peaceful these days. And I should be writing more. But I'm just being lazy. Been thinking a lot though.Going to NYC next weekend for Ed's WallStreet party. Am I going to meet my future husband? Probably not.I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113382069695127273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113382069695127273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113382069695127273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113382069695127273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/c-t.html' title='C T A'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113329756421436237</id><published>2005-11-29T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T06:53:07.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hingis returning?</title><summary type='text'>Martina Hingis is making a comeback to professional tennis? Thats huge. Read the story:http://sports.espn.go.com/sports/tennis/news/story?id=2240719I've really missed Hingis. Though not the most powerful, she is an extremely talented player with a brilliant down the line backhand, which also happens to be her favorite shot. Last week I saw her play Steffi Graf (undoubtedly the best women's tennis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113329756421436237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113329756421436237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113329756421436237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113329756421436237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/hingis-returning.html' title='Hingis returning?'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113327945564372421</id><published>2005-11-29T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T06:59:19.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine..</title><summary type='text'>Loving the new routine: Waking up at 5:30, reading the paper, or a tome (usually fiction), or studying for the CFA, always followed by a workout and a visit to the sauna.Speaking of which, why are there so many black gays in the morning at the gym? Don’t they have jobs or do they just saunter around naked in the locker rooms, sporting their above average endowments, until its time for the mostly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113327945564372421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113327945564372421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113327945564372421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113327945564372421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/routine.html' title='Routine..'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113269603909127772</id><published>2005-11-22T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:20:27.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brangelina In Pakistan</title><summary type='text'>Oh my God,Angelina “home wrecker” Jolie and Brad “the unfaithful” Pitt are planning a trip to Pakistan to check on the victims of the earthquake disaster. Could anything be worse?Ok, I am sure that these two are “good” people. Angelina is just being supportive, doing her duty as the U.N goodwill ambassador, trying to bring a new child in the family. Cambodia, Ethopia and now Pakistan, what a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113269603909127772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113269603909127772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113269603909127772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113269603909127772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/brangelina-in-pakistan.html' title='Brangelina In Pakistan'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113268677570101154</id><published>2005-11-22T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:48:32.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb British Pakis</title><summary type='text'>A friend just sent me a link to the following story:http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4416988.stmThese men could not be more stupid. Alcohol is NOT a reason to take someone’s life. And we’ve all been through a lot of shit and thankfully I don’t know these three personally, but they have no reason to kill an innocent bystander. I’ve been drunk several times, even blacked out, but have NEVER been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113268677570101154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113268677570101154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113268677570101154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113268677570101154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/dumb-british-pakis.html' title='Dumb British Pakis'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113260526853166642</id><published>2005-11-21T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:39:45.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Quite a low-key weekend: dinner with JMarb at Health Bar Friday night, birthday dinner with Dan, MF and a bunch of older gays Saturday night at Old Ebbitt Grill, followed by some sober revelry at Halo. And a movie date Sunday evening to see the new Harry Potter movie, ending with some heavy making out at the end of the night.But in spite of everything else, the best was playing tennis with Tom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113260526853166642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113260526853166642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113260526853166642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113260526853166642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/relaxing-weekend.html' title='Relaxing Weekend'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113259220684441096</id><published>2005-11-21T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:58:23.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste that tolerance</title><summary type='text'>After the recent French riots, I’ve heard people question why similar riots are not a part of the American social scenery and why Arab immigrants assimilate better in the U.S. How are Arab immigrants in America able to climb the ladder of education and advancement when their counterparts in France are unable to do so?According to U.S. Census Bureau, at least 3.5 million Americans are of Arab </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113259220684441096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113259220684441096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113259220684441096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113259220684441096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/taste-that-tolerance.html' title='Taste that tolerance'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113258656943185476</id><published>2005-11-21T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T07:35:44.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GM Story</title><summary type='text'>Key players: General Motors (GM), Rick Wagoner, CEOSummary: GM just announced that it will eliminate 30,000 manufacturing jobs and close nine North American plants by 2008 as part of an effort to get production in line with demand.Popular Brands: Corvette, Chevrolet, Buick, Saab, Cadillac, HummerComments: The world’s biggest carmaker is giving in; firing people even in the light of wanting to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113258656943185476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113258656943185476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113258656943185476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113258656943185476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/gm-story.html' title='The GM Story'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113242011201652935</id><published>2005-11-19T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:59:05.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a nightmare....</title><summary type='text'>You know how we all have one of those nights which start out great but end up being total disasters, the memory of which remains etched in our minds for a very long time. Well, I had one of those nights this Thursday, a night that was marked by complete self-destruction on my part, ending in me losing the following items:a) Jacket bought last month from Energie, worth four hundred dollarsb) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113242011201652935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113242011201652935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113242011201652935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113242011201652935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-nightmare.html' title='What a nightmare....'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113224644033680650</id><published>2005-11-17T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:54:00.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the "In-Crowd" Knows</title><summary type='text'>In an article published yesterday, the WSJ declared a couple of blogs as being excellent resources for news and views. Personally I think that most of these blogs are crap but then again who am I to judge. At least they provide me something to do, unlike my boss, while I am at work, for instance right now, twiddling my thumbs, itching to go home and do something productive with my day. Wasting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113224644033680650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113224644033680650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113224644033680650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113224644033680650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-in-crowd-knows.html' title='What the &quot;In-Crowd&quot; Knows'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113215898993450559</id><published>2005-11-16T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:52:41.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's back - With a Confession</title><summary type='text'>A BIG rave to Madonna’s new album Confessions on a Dance Floor, which, if not her best, is the gayest and the grooviest albums that she has produced. The queen of pop truly shines in this wonderful production and shows us why she is still a force to be reckoned with. This is EXACTLY the kind of music that makes me stomp my feet on the treadmills at ReSluts (the gayborhood gym) or the dance floor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113215898993450559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113215898993450559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215898993450559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215898993450559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/shes-back-with-confession.html' title='She&apos;s back - With a Confession'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113215513275526196</id><published>2005-11-15T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:32:31.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending the silence</title><summary type='text'>Ok, don't hate me but I am back. After a prolonged hiatus, I'm not sure if I can even write. Or write well at least. But I owe it to all the people who read my previous entries, who I will take the liberty to call my ‘devoted’ readers, to keep on writing. And oh, off course, explain the reason for my long and sudden departure.First of all, a couple of my entries offended some people, mostly good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113215513275526196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113215513275526196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215513275526196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215513275526196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/ending-silence.html' title='Ending the silence'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111927183762295098</id><published>2005-06-20T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T05:50:37.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draining and Entertaining</title><summary type='text'>WHAT DRAMA!I've never had  so much drama over one weekend. Seriously.Think Queer as Folk combined with Six Feet Under.Don't know where to start but I DO wanna write about this. This is what great stories are made of.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111927183762295098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111927183762295098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111927183762295098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111927183762295098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/draining-and-entertaining.html' title='Draining and Entertaining'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113215556585317716</id><published>2005-06-17T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:40:12.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And he cheats</title><summary type='text'>"Love means never having to say you're sorry." - Love Story, 1970Sometimes people do things that hurt us. Other times we do things that hurt other people. Sometimes we don’t understand why the people who we care about the most disparage our feelings, completely disregarding how much we love them. Other times we disregard their feelings, in a vicious attempt for revenge, played by our emotions and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113215556585317716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113215556585317716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215556585317716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215556585317716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-he-cheats.html' title='And he cheats'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111878252404541191</id><published>2005-06-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:47:56.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-in Pride!!</title><summary type='text'>Gay Pride - time of the year, usually a weekend, when gay men (and dykes but they don’t count) signify utmost pride and joy in their sexual orientation.More specifically, a weekend of festivities, where the DC gays come out in herds sporting their bare chests and chiseled biceps, showered by a sea of shallowness and vanity .Or, if you’re me, a weekend of ugly fights with your boyfriend resulting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111878252404541191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111878252404541191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111878252404541191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111878252404541191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/f-in-pride.html' title='F-in Pride!!'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111661283900059231</id><published>2005-05-20T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:13:59.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighter...</title><summary type='text'>The bf said some really harsh words last night, some of them which were true. He told me I was a lot of potential and could be so much more if I didn't give a shit about what people think. And I am a pathetic person b/c I do care about what other people think of me. I make fun of him all the time and wants him to be a certain way. And God knows what else..I don't even want to remember...It seems </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111661283900059231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111661283900059231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111661283900059231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111661283900059231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/fighter.html' title='Fighter...'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111394667938725433</id><published>2005-04-19T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T14:37:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short goodbye</title><summary type='text'>BF just left and I'm sad. I just walked him to the metro station and kissed him goodbye. I guess there won't be anoyone to come home to tonite. God, I sound like we're married already and it hasn't even been that long. But I do think that the distance will do us good. It would help us appreciate each other more and realize the value of what we have together. And it would also help me not feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111394667938725433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111394667938725433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111394667938725433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111394667938725433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/short-goodbye.html' title='Short goodbye'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111383768131424304</id><published>2005-04-18T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T08:21:21.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><summary type='text'>I'm dating a pornstar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111383768131424304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111383768131424304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111383768131424304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111383768131424304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111369991781785854</id><published>2005-04-16T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:05:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIRGA?</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I thought that two people would have sex in my bathroom, I always imagined that one of them would be me. However, things don't always turn out the way you expect them. And this is exactly what is happening right now. Two strangers are fucking in my bathroom at this very moment. And as I sit here writing this, I can hear the occasional "fuck me", "give it to me harder" and other sexual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111369991781785854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111369991781785854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111369991781785854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111369991781785854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/dirga.html' title='DIRGA?'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111325983539389875</id><published>2005-04-11T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:50:35.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys of Summer</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while, just been crazy busy. Life. And I guess the only reason I am writing is because I want to keep last weekend alive forever.It was my first time at a real beach. Can you believe it? 22 years and never been on a beach until last weekend. But it was definitely worth the wait..Went to Rehoboth beach and met this really funny, cute, energetic country boy who kept me entertained all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111325983539389875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111325983539389875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111325983539389875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111325983539389875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/boys-of-summer.html' title='Boys of Summer'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110874271045647670</id><published>2005-02-18T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T08:05:10.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG!</title><summary type='text'>Argh…well it seems like this blog is becoming like one of those blog where you see a couple of entries but never hear from the person again. No worries. I’m back, or will try to be more regular in my writings. It’s harder though. Not that I have forgotten how to write or that nothings been going on lately, but just because nothing THAT interesting has been going on lately. Plus, I haven’t had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110874271045647670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110874271045647670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110874271045647670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110874271045647670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/02/bang.html' title='BANG!'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110593026880964198</id><published>2005-01-16T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:51:08.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Winslet nominated for a Golden Globe</title><summary type='text'>And she deserves it for her fantastic work in Eternal Sunshine for a Spotless Mind. I actually want to mary her, I think. In fact, I wish I could post this absolutely gorgeous picture of her that it currently my new desktop wallpaper.I finished reading The Swimming Pool Club and just started Memoirs of a Geisha and Then there were None.The cell was turned off this weekend. I have three new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110593026880964198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110593026880964198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110593026880964198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110593026880964198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/01/kate-winslet-nominated-for-golden.html' title='Kate Winslet nominated for a Golden Globe'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110584277010965601</id><published>2005-01-15T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T18:34:05.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard of Broken Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Song currently on repeat: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by GreenDay. The song seems very apt in retrospect to my life, particularly as I walk down 17th Street every morning on my way to work(17th Street being the Boulevard of Broken Dreams). Anyways, here are the lyrics:I walk a lonely roadThe only one that I have ever knownDon't know were it goesBut its only me and I walk aloneI walk this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110584277010965601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110584277010965601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110584277010965601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110584277010965601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/01/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard of Broken Dreams'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01274176016768847560'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>