<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558196799698698171</id><updated>2011-09-12T19:02:00.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SJ Ash</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjashjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558196799698698171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjashjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mmmcheezy225</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdqE6OvIXoY/TmXhPJmWsAI/AAAAAAAACJc/Apxa1Batc6w/s220/Screenshot-70.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558196799698698171.post-7683291256913290252</id><published>2009-01-29T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:53:56.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnothan Ash, simday 20-25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIxE4_SnFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8wl-BOJ1DI8/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_168d0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIxE4_SnFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8wl-BOJ1DI8/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_168d0550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296850071828208722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I finally found out.&lt;br /&gt;September was cheating on me, and Cleyton wasn't mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIw_9AAZHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nfJDLxRKgHs/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_768d0cd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIw_9AAZHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nfJDLxRKgHs/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_768d0cd6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296849987005604978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course I suspected she was cheating on me. She'd go around in formal and/or skimpy clothes to "business meetings".&lt;br /&gt;That's not the September I fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIw7I4Jy0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9rpb3o1f5nk/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_168d0de8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIw7I4Jy0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9rpb3o1f5nk/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_168d0de8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296849904294546242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean, who knew what she was doing in closed doors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIw3rbAVkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oUTjLw0uG00/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_b68d11ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIw3rbAVkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oUTjLw0uG00/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_b68d11ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296849844848055874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew she was cheating when Cleyton showed me the flowers she received from an old man. He said "And most importantly, you have conceived my seed. We may be a family now."&lt;br /&gt;That was truly heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIwwHBUP3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/RLocIKCyiaM/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_568d134c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIwwHBUP3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/RLocIKCyiaM/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_568d134c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296849714817548146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I confronted September and demanded she honestly told me which kids were and weren't mine. My other suspicions were confirmed; Cleyton was not mine, but belonged to Lucas Pinciotti, my friend. Not only that, but he doesn't even know he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; a child! She's gone too far!&lt;br /&gt;I demanded a divorce. She made me swear I wouldn't speak out to the press in fear of damaging her rep. Too late, sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIwk-nAsEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Lui0oiulBo8/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_168d1a08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIwk-nAsEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Lui0oiulBo8/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_168d1a08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296849523581169730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not speaking out to the press. I'm going to let the guilt eat her up.&lt;br /&gt;Cleyton heard about the divorce/separation when he got home. He threw a fit and begged me to let him stay. I told him honestly, "I'm not your dad. It isn't my decision to make." That made him furious. With his mother, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIwhYk2GpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wN6piP7cjHc/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_d68d1c8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIwhYk2GpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wN6piP7cjHc/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_d68d1c8b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296849461831932562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;September, now pregnant with two of some old man's offspring, has to support her own leeching lifestyle she's grown so accustomed to. I thought I married a family sim, but when I unraveled the pretty package, she's nothing but a dirty Romance sim. I won't be fooled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIwIHqreqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HMfmXcKg3ls/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_168d1d91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIwIHqreqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HMfmXcKg3ls/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_168d1d91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296849027796269730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can hold my grudges later. Right now, I'm the proud single father of twins Peyton and Teagan.&lt;br /&gt;I will do whatever I can for them, and I'll make sure they lead good lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558196799698698171-7683291256913290252?l=sjashjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjashjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7683291256913290252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjashjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/johnothan-ash-simday-20-25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558196799698698171/posts/default/7683291256913290252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558196799698698171/posts/default/7683291256913290252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjashjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/johnothan-ash-simday-20-25.html' title='Johnothan Ash, simday 20-25'/><author><name>mmmcheezy225</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdqE6OvIXoY/TmXhPJmWsAI/AAAAAAAACJc/Apxa1Batc6w/s220/Screenshot-70.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SYIxE4_SnFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8wl-BOJ1DI8/s72-c/snapshot_367cc6af_168d0550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558196799698698171.post-6339299320945637043</id><published>2009-01-23T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:51:02.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September Ash, 26 Sim Days Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXpkKybSTLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9RCxWHblA18/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_168610cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXpkKybSTLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9RCxWHblA18/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_168610cf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294654448425127090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diary, if I may call you that, may I tell you a secret?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a schoolteacher who has a baby that isn't her husband's, but instead is from a guy off of SimSpace.com. I won't tell Cleyton or Johnothan until much, much later. If ever. What if it gets out? This would be the first lovechild of Desolado Valley. It's an accepting neighborhood, yeah yeah, but this will be a scandal no doubt. I'm a schoolteacher that had woohoo with a guy she met on SimSpace even though she's newly wed. You cannot spell scandal without that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXpkHGo25aI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Cw53NCG4POs/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_76860d2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXpkHGo25aI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Cw53NCG4POs/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_76860d2d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294654385131283874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucas Pinciotti was the name. He was gorgeous, and oh so sweet. I fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXpj_SNURAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fbldJHYVEyE/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_16861671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXpj_SNURAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fbldJHYVEyE/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_16861671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294654250798040066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully, my husband believed Cleyton was his. And even more thankfully, I'm pregnant with Johnothan's baby! But still, everytime I look at Cleyton I die a little inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXpj439dMjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hbu8b8osa3M/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_d68617e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXpj439dMjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hbu8b8osa3M/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_d68617e5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294654140672979506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cleyton's birthday (or as I like to call it, the big reveal) crept up behind me. I got so freaked out, I prayed until I could talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXpjztkNiKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/apax15ht4LM/s1600-h/snapshot_367cc6af_7686185e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXpjztkNiKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/apax15ht4LM/s320/snapshot_367cc6af_7686185e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294654051983394978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Cleyton looks exactly like me except for the hair. I lied and said he got it from my mother. You may think that eventually I'll have to stop lying and tell the truth, but I have a feeling I'll be spending quite a bit of my life as a lie. Good thing I'm great at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558196799698698171-6339299320945637043?l=sjashjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjashjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6339299320945637043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjashjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/september-ash-26-sim-days-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558196799698698171/posts/default/6339299320945637043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558196799698698171/posts/default/6339299320945637043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjashjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/september-ash-26-sim-days-old.html' title='September Ash, 26 Sim Days Old'/><author><name>mmmcheezy225</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdqE6OvIXoY/TmXhPJmWsAI/AAAAAAAACJc/Apxa1Batc6w/s220/Screenshot-70.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXpkKybSTLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9RCxWHblA18/s72-c/snapshot_367cc6af_168610cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
