<?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-8942806314961284207</id><updated>2009-10-13T18:20:46.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelique Kithos Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-551887655613081046</id><published>2009-02-02T03:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:14:15.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Cleaning, Branching Out, and Lust - 02/01/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Little Intro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's see, it's been awhile since I've decided to sit down and write a blog. How do I do this again? Oh that's right, music, a stiff drink and low light. Seems that the older I get, the stronger my drinks get. Currently my vice is a extra dry martini with green olives. Yum! I've been avoiding writing a blog mainly because of the lack of positive things to write about. Honestly, I've been a little bitter with everything to do with life these past 6 months. I moved, I switched schools and I did some serious house cleaning of people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;House Cleaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The idea of keeping people around in my life who don't care about me started to make me sick to my stomach. I found myself being so angry and unhappy at what people said and what they did, I started to make myself sick with anger. I took a long look and realized that I don't want drama in my life. I don't want to be a just that prized and pretty friend to anyone. I don't want to be the object of lust of some man who is going through a midlife crisis and is looking for any type of female attention. Lastly, I don't want people in my life who had limited time for my problems, but always found time to dump their problems on me. Life is too short for so many dramatic games people want to play. I think the main blow was losing a dear friend of almost 7 years because his girlfriend wanted to play some crazy messed up head games. That scenario made my brain hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone Hates Angelique Kithos - Well, Maybe Only a Few People :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's almost that my very presence angers people at this point. Things I say come across as being bitchy or insensitive, but I am more of a "matter of fact" type of person. I like to be as clear as possible since the majority of people don't get it. I do lots of "Let me speak slower so you can follow along". Then again, I have a tendency to talk a mile-a-minute. :) Anyone who knows me will say that I can be overly sensitive to people's feelings, instead of the cold ice queen people want to call me. People I don't even know find reasons to hate me at this point, which is hysterical and very amusing. I received a link a week or so ago (I have time lapse issues) about some YouTube channel where these people I don't even know were saying that they were going to ruin my career as a model. Ummm...okay? Here I was, under a pile of financial statements and equations working 16 hours a day, all while trying to schedule in eating and photoshoots. I ignored it because I don't even know the situation other than that I received a link with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you might want to read this"&lt;/span&gt; in the subject heading. They can go on with their pithy existence of a sad and pathetic life. I said to my friend Savannah Costello that I understand now the shit she has to go through being a blond, thin model with augmented breasts. People instantly will pass judgment upon you without even knowing who you are or what you have experienced in life. Pretty girls who don't care about what other people think are always first to get the finger pointed at them in most internet witch hunts. I am learning to just not care about what is said by people I don't care about. It seems pointless to acknowledge catty behavior, gossip, rude comments, or prejudice from people that I could give two-shits about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Branching Out and Growing Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Growing up is what I've been doing a lot of these past several months. Re-evaluating what is important to me, deciding what I want out of life, and who I want to spend it with. Besides the house cleaning, I've been coming to terms with who I really am and what makes me unique. The subject of "me" was always very cloudy and filled with the various ideas of who other people wanted me to be. My desires were always hidden in shame that I'd be judged by my loved ones. Now, I am embracing them with open arms and I don't give a fuck who doesn't approve. :) Finding someone to share that with is the most amazing feeling in the world. Honestly, something that I've never announced officially, I am a submissive. I enjoy that lifestyle. All I needed was to find someone that I trusted, was deeply attracted to, and that I clicked with to open up my eyes to the possibility of exploring that avenue more fully. I needed a true dominate, not just someone who kind of toyed with the idea of dominating because it seemed like a cool idea. The "trusted" and "deeply attracted" aspect was never around in the past. Sure, I had dom/sub play before, but I wasn't attracted to those people, not in the way that I am now. I didn't desire them and the majority of them were needy children trapped in a man's body. Thinking about being near them didn't fill me with what I feel now, that can only be described as an uncomfortable and frightening lust. I don't mean it in a negative sense. It's a "oh my god, I can get lost here for hours with this person" kind of feeling. That idea is both frightening and can be a disruption to my daily life - I have a vivid imagination. :) It also makes me question what it is that I want in a partner and if I am getting everything that I need in my current relationship. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SYat55r_fkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PqcZQMT2p94/s1600-h/4951aa94bf4fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SYat55r_fkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PqcZQMT2p94/s320/4951aa94bf4fa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298113221897453122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the past "doms" hehe, I didn't feel the same. I never finished someone's sentences before. I never had fun with them doing stupid things like playing video games or chatting about nonsense. Overall, they never took an interest in getting to know me as a person. I was never issued that respect. On antoher note, feel free to add me at www.fetlife.com if you're a model/photographer&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My life seems to be filled with lots of lusting and sexual thoughts. I think about sex all the time. It's starting to show in everything I do! It's as if sex is written all over my face and in my photos. I love sex. I get this warm feeling in my stomach like how it would feel if you drank several shots of whiskey and went outside in the cold. What I am craving isn't sex. The physical act of sex is starting to get boring to me. 10-15 minutes and you're done.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SYas63Q-fzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8xDcWctPYJk/s1600-h/Untitled+-+27a_b.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/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SYas63Q-fzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8xDcWctPYJk/s320/Untitled+-+27a_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298112138915512114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I crave is what I have had so many times in the past. I want an entire afternoon/evening of kissing, touching, feeling, loving, chatting naked, and letting go of everything to throw yourself into your partner. I want to feel everything there is to possibly feel during sex. The breath on your neck, the light touches, the response to a touch or a whisper, the anticipation, the intensity of the the repeated pleasure, and the feeling of your lover's sweat on every inch of your body. I want to bathe myself in lust for several hours. I want to be drunk with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Happy Ending to This Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, I am doing quit well. I am happy with where I am in life and what I currently have. I have narrowed it down to a few close friends that are sincere and who will always love, support me, and be there for me when I need them the most. I am also meeting new people that I find very interesting. Even though I have a swamped schedule of intense school studies and modeling work, I am trying to find time for myself. I feel optimistic about life, as busy and hectic as it may be. Funny, when you start becoming happy with who you are, things like extra weight seem melt off fairly quickly. Something I was always ashamed of was gaining close to 40 pounds at one point from when I first started modeling (I only weighed 115lbs). Now, I am about 20 lbs lighter than what I was two years ago, and 15 lbs lighter than what I was 6 months ago. I miss my boobs, but I'll trade breasts for a non-existent waistline. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8942806314961284207-551887655613081046?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/551887655613081046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=551887655613081046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/551887655613081046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/551887655613081046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2009/02/house-cleaning-branching-out-and-lust.html' title='House Cleaning, Branching Out, and Lust - 02/01/2009'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SYat55r_fkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PqcZQMT2p94/s72-c/4951aa94bf4fa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-1064071592714593438</id><published>2009-01-17T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:21:07.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Angelique Kithos Gets Pied and Slimed Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=50540286"&gt;Hot Angelique Kithos Gets Pied and Slimed Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="youtube-video"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt; &lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt; &lt;param value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=50540286,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" name="movie"&gt; &lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=50540286,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-1064071592714593438?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/1064071592714593438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=1064071592714593438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/1064071592714593438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/1064071592714593438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2009/01/hot-angelique-kithos-gets-pied-and.html' title='Hot Angelique Kithos Gets Pied and Slimed Part 2'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-7388709765252254379</id><published>2009-01-17T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:53:32.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A 2009 Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Well my friends! It's been a awhile! While getting caught up in the whole YouTube thing, I neglected my blogs! Now, since YouTube said I was an "evil-dooer" I have closed my channel and will be back to posting blogs and videos here and also at my &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.myspace.com/angeliquekithos'&gt;MySpace Profile&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;New Work:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style='max-width: 800px; width: 390px; height: 586px;' src='http://myimages.onemodelplace.com/ihost.cfm?p_key=38f3d61f-dba3-4e3b-846c-0833f35c36ba&amp;amp;Image_ID=7508169&amp;amp;mty=m'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style='max-width: 800px; width: 390px; height: 588px;' src='http://myimages.onemodelplace.com/ihost.cfm?p_key=38f3d61f-dba3-4e3b-846c-0833f35c36ba&amp;amp;Image_ID=7508099&amp;amp;mty=m'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style='max-width: 800px; width: 390px; height: 586px;' src='http://myimages.onemodelplace.com/ihost.cfm?p_key=38f3d61f-dba3-4e3b-846c-0833f35c36ba&amp;amp;Image_ID=7504850&amp;amp;mty=m'/&gt;&lt;br/&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/8942806314961284207-7388709765252254379?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/7388709765252254379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=7388709765252254379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/7388709765252254379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/7388709765252254379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-update.html' title='A 2009 Update'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-1486609738851147855</id><published>2008-07-23T13:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:53:35.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check me Out At MessyGirl.com!</title><content type='html'>Haha! I love It! Check me out at MessyGirl.com                My set from &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm1lc3N5Z2lybC5jb20v" target="_blank"&gt;MessyGirl.com&lt;/a&gt; (18+ Nudity) has been posted to the site for all of you stalkers out there who love to look at my photos!&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are guys ... girls... and nosey neighbors who want to go Single White Female on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.messygirl.com/images/examplepics/345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.messygirl.com/images/examples/thumbs/akmg-akmg12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-1486609738851147855?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/1486609738851147855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=1486609738851147855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/1486609738851147855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/1486609738851147855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-me-out-at-messygirlcom.html' title='Check me Out At MessyGirl.com!'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-5652425495208925590</id><published>2008-06-06T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:45:16.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SEl2lqYBLYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eis9jDOotzw/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SEl2lqYBLYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eis9jDOotzw/s320/Picture+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208824833432956290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to upgrade to 36D bra! I love how I was a 34 small c/full b cup for most of my life, but when I hit my mid twenties - BAM! I have titties! It's as if overnight my breasts just decided to grow. What the hell! Don't get me wrong, this is fucking awesome! I am sure the men (and some women) in the world are happy that Angelique Kithos's breasts are maturing and growing larger! I mean, I can't complain, I didn't have to buy them! That saves me money! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-5652425495208925590?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/5652425495208925590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=5652425495208925590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/5652425495208925590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/5652425495208925590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2008/06/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SEl2lqYBLYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eis9jDOotzw/s72-c/Picture+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-8081287833782098714</id><published>2008-06-02T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:38:48.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRAP! That's strict bondage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SEN5MWzI-NI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ggPes4LDNRY/s1600-h/Angelique+Handgagged,+Cloth+Gagged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SEN5MWzI-NI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ggPes4LDNRY/s320/Angelique+Handgagged,+Cloth+Gagged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207138847355893970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I like to search my name on Google to see what photos have been posted up of me. Much to my surprise, I just goggled "Kithos bound" and got this crazy site! This bondage/damsel in distress videos are intense! I really look like I was kidnapped and violated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look under "All Clips" and find the abundance of Angelique videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/8178"&gt;http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/8178&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-8081287833782098714?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/8081287833782098714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=8081287833782098714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/8081287833782098714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/8081287833782098714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-crap-thats-lot-of-bondage.html' title='HOLY CRAP! That&apos;s strict bondage!'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SEN5MWzI-NI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ggPes4LDNRY/s72-c/Angelique+Handgagged,+Cloth+Gagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-7737176802745398474</id><published>2008-06-01T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:05:54.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain hurts with the amount of stupidity in this country</title><content type='html'>My brain hurts with the amount of stupidity in this country. I am going to scream the next time I meet a model who brags about being highly intelligent where she is ending her sentences with prepositions and using an abundance of phrases such as "like" as some fucked up form of a sentence transition. I get the "Oh my god, like I totally, like agree with what you say about models being dumb. I mean like I have a degree in art and I like really value education and all of that. Do you know where this shoot is at?". The real kicker is that 99% of these "college educated" girls have no clue as to the different requirements for degrees.  They think their degree in art or some other hippy humanities degree is the same as a science degree. I say "I have a 3.5" and I hear "I have a 4.0!" as a reply. My argument is that having a 4.0 in a bunch of silly humanities, earth science, and art classes is different than having a 3.5 in higher level math and science classes. Any idiot can have a 4.0 if all they had to do for a 110 credit hour degree was draw pretty pictures, study on the science of color, and write a couple of essays. I'd love to see these dumb bitches take a semester of a statistics, french, economics, accounting, and calculus classes and survive. I have literally 175 credit hours to a B.S. which is literally 2 more years than any other degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really very close to losing my temper these days. I just want to shout, "You're an idiot! You've accomplished nothing! You have no future! That's why you now have a useless college degree and you still get naked for a living! You fail as an intellectual and a contributing member of society! Now fuck off and die a slow death!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-7737176802745398474?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/7737176802745398474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=7737176802745398474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/7737176802745398474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/7737176802745398474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-brain-hurts-with-amount-of-stupidity.html' title='My brain hurts with the amount of stupidity in this country'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-8233468491684801970</id><published>2008-05-21T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:07:07.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Would Have Thought!</title><content type='html'>I have always been very anti-porn when it came to my modeling. However, that doesn't mean that I hate sex. As I have grown older, I have grown more comfortable with my sexuality. Because of that, I thought it would be fun to open up a Clips4Sale, Images4Sale, and Videos4Sale store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I decided that I was going to supply these stores with everything under the sun from my sexy little feet, bondage,  legs, pantyhose &amp;amp; stockings, and cough...cough... some b/g content that I've been collecting over the years. Now, in posting this content, I *hope* that I don't start getting these stupid fucks emailing me to shoot that crap with them. I typically get those stupid fucks emailing me with "I want to shoot b/g with you and I will be the male model". Umm...yeah, I wasn't born yesterday and I don't fuck strange men for money. My take on the b/g work is that if I ever decide to do this with my husband, I will have 100% ownership rights to the content and keep all of my profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh... so please enjoy my slutty stores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://clips4sale.com/store/20563"&gt;Clips4Sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="new" href="http://images4sale.com/store/20563"&gt;Images4Sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="new" href="http://videos4sale.com/store/20563"&gt;Videos4Sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8942806314961284207-8233468491684801970?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/8233468491684801970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=8233468491684801970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/8233468491684801970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/8233468491684801970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-would-have-thought.html' title='Who Would Have Thought!'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-6804029124897580363</id><published>2008-05-15T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:45:15.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I *Actually* Won</title><content type='html'>I entered OMP's Lingerie contest with the only expectation of getting more traffic to my profile. I've always done this for all of their competitions since I have been a member since 2001. To my surprise, I got an email yesterday morning saying that I won the contest. I beat out well established models! It's pretty unreal! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SCw-JHGs-0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/blbQoEIU4ns/s1600-h/ss2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SCw-JHGs-0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/blbQoEIU4ns/s400/ss2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200599995952986946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won a free membership and $500. Now I can buy my video camera to start my naughty movies for clip4sale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-6804029124897580363?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/6804029124897580363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=6804029124897580363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/6804029124897580363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/6804029124897580363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-actually-won.html' title='I *Actually* Won'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SCw-JHGs-0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/blbQoEIU4ns/s72-c/ss2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-1619103376066775086</id><published>2008-04-15T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:12:47.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woozers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SAUKonPFyJI/AAAAAAAAADo/t4F_7H11_pc/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SAUKonPFyJI/AAAAAAAAADo/t4F_7H11_pc/s400/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189565838457686162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately I've just been feeling really bored and exhausted! I spent most of the afternoon watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/fivenakedmodels"&gt;FiveNakedGirls&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube! Isobel is awesome! I have such a female crush now! Now, I have about an hour for my Statistics class and I didn't do my homework. I am a bad girl! Naughty naughty! I need a spanking. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mostly doing emails and prepping for my Maryland, DC, and NYC trip. So far, I have about 2300 miles of road to cover between April 26th-May 5th! That doesn't even cover Charlotte! I may just drive home and relax for a few days, then head back north to Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to State College, PA was enjoyable! /me does her Borat &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SAULm3PFyKI/AAAAAAAAADw/uZgbu4qtSHY/s1600-h/gun3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SAULm3PFyKI/AAAAAAAAADw/uZgbu4qtSHY/s200/gun3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189566907904542882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;voice "NOT!". Despite it being so fucking cold, my flights were all messed up. My outgoing flight was delayed 3 hours, which resulted in me running from terminal B at Philly International Airport to Terminal F to try to make a flight that left in 8 minutes. Weee!!! My weekend of shooting didn't really produce me with many photos that I can use. Besides Mr. Photographer is sitting on the photos I want and won't share. He's being a meanie! No, he's just busy and it's cool.  The highlight of my PA trip? I got to shoot some guns! Yee ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outgoing flight was on time, but once I landed in Philly, my flight home was 4 hours from taking off! Eeek! I ended up finding this great sushi place in terminal C and getting pretty piss tanked. I think I talked about really obscene things relating to bondage on my cell phone while I people watched! Once I land in Charleston at 12AM, my bag never makes it! It instead gets delivered to my home the next afternoon. I open it up and my corsets and dresses are all unzipped and laying about in my bag as if someone had tried it all on! The real kicker was that there was a brand new bottle of Chanel perfume in my bag THAT DIDN'T BELONG TO ME! What the fuck was that about! Hahah Maybe I have a stalker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-1619103376066775086?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/1619103376066775086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=1619103376066775086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/1619103376066775086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/1619103376066775086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2008/04/woozers.html' title='Woozers!'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/SAUKonPFyJI/AAAAAAAAADo/t4F_7H11_pc/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-6245215436458400285</id><published>2008-03-08T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:09:35.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta Trip</title><content type='html'>Atlanta was fun! I shot with a couple great people.&lt;br /&gt;First was Seth Ruff. We shot this neat series.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R_vPfqPAi7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JBXFM--aZdc/s1600-h/smsrw_7578_comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R_vPfqPAi7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JBXFM--aZdc/s400/smsrw_7578_comp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186967538667391922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also shot with Sillyfilms.com and PedalSupreme.com, but I am not sure if the videos are posted yet on those web sites. I enjoyed SillyFilms.com! This was the first time I ever had pies smashed onto my face. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R_vQiKPAi8I/AAAAAAAAADY/wlG7jAmw_2E/s1600-h/smAngelique089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R_vQiKPAi8I/AAAAAAAAADY/wlG7jAmw_2E/s400/smAngelique089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186968681128692674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My last shoot, was with Mike Cartel. I didn't know it, but apparently there was tornado warnings all around. I was hustling &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R_vQq6PAi9I/AAAAAAAAADg/vlcQLYqQPNg/s1600-h/smAngelique140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R_vQq6PAi9I/AAAAAAAAADg/vlcQLYqQPNg/s200/smAngelique140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186968831452548050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trying to make it to this shoot in the pouring rain and wind. Once I got there, he was like "you know there's like tornadoes touching down all over Atlanta, right?". Go me for being ubber professional and not canceling. LOL We shot some candid nudes that turned out really cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-6245215436458400285?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/6245215436458400285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=6245215436458400285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/6245215436458400285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/6245215436458400285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2008/03/atlanta-trip.html' title='Atlanta Trip'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R_vPfqPAi7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JBXFM--aZdc/s72-c/smsrw_7578_comp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-8340563295913302923</id><published>2008-02-14T09:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:22:58.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So F'king Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R7RceTAz-9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/lXab8IE6hIU/s1600-h/sluts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R7RceTAz-9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/lXab8IE6hIU/s200/sluts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166856348070312914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really is my fault why I get so overwhelmed with stuff. I have a real problem with prioritizing my time. I wait till the last minute to get things done. I end up stressing out, scrambling around, and then getting it all complete under pressure.Perhaps it's years of working in the corporate world or just the fact that I am a procrastinator. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 web sites that I have to build before Mid March and one guy keeps pressuring me to get it done as soon as possible, but then takes his sweet ass time getting me the information that I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R7RcpDAz--I/AAAAAAAAADA/11bzwNHFxCY/s1600-h/kithos+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R7RcpDAz--I/AAAAAAAAADA/11bzwNHFxCY/s200/kithos+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166856532753906658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I leave to Augusta tomorrow AM and then off to Atlanta on Saturday. Many of my shoots I have about a 1 hour slot between them. I'll be doing the normal traveling work schedule of 10-12 hour days. Seriously, and people wonder why models are so damn skinny. It's because we work so much we forget to eat! LOL I always lose 7-10 pounds when I do this to myself. Maybe this time it'll stay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to pack the survival kit. My kit includes: laptop computer, computer games, 1 bottle of wine (no glass-hehe), Omega 3,6,9 &amp;amp; My multi-vitamin, luna bars, Excedrin, bottles of water, and crackers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-8340563295913302923?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/8340563295913302923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=8340563295913302923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/8340563295913302923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/8340563295913302923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-fking-overwhelmed.html' title='So F&apos;king Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R7RceTAz-9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/lXab8IE6hIU/s72-c/sluts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-2727544919641641616</id><published>2008-01-24T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:14:16.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over The River and Through The Woods</title><content type='html'>I forgot what a great feeling it is to run completely on adrenalin, granola bars, and energy drinks. The past week and a half I’ve been doing nothing but driving and shooting. I drove a total of 2600 miles for shooting and visiting with friends.     &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jHFUB94lI/AAAAAAAAACo/tepwPF1l2s4/s1600-h/6839333-lgsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jHFUB94lI/AAAAAAAAACo/tepwPF1l2s4/s200/6839333-lgsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159092267243135570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first shoot was with &lt;a href="http://photo.net/photos/JPPhoto"&gt;Jim Phelps&lt;/a&gt;. It is always a pleasure getting to work with Jim and we shot some interesting ideas. He likes to use a fisheye lens for some of his sessions, so he always takes these images where my nose looks huge. Having unflattering photos makes me feel like a real person, so it's good to keep me level-headed. It is important for people to understand that models are real people with flaws just like everyone else. Because of that, I can't be too bothered by it. It's best not to take life too seriously. After-all, you’re helping someone create a piece of art so who cares if you don’t look your greatest.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jHq0B94mI/AAAAAAAAACw/QXgI7LcaqHU/s1600-h/ak1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jHq0B94mI/AAAAAAAAACw/QXgI7LcaqHU/s200/ak1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159092911488229986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;insert photo=""&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My evening shoot was with a bondage photographer &lt;a href="http://www.moraxian.us/"&gt;Moraxia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moraxian.us/"&gt;n&lt;/a&gt;&lt;http: us=""&gt;. He is someone that I’ve been trying to work with for years, but just never found a mutually convenient time. He was such a delight to work with! Even though shooting bondage and fetish content isn't something I do frequently, I&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;http: us=""&gt; really liked the photos we took and I hope that I’ll get another chance to&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;http: us=""&gt; work with him in the future.&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;insert photo=""&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another photographer worth mentioning is Richard Perkins. I worked with him for the first time&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jC-0B94cI/AAAAAAAAABg/6kPyVXFLBHY/s1600-h/smAngelique+Kithos+20080115+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jC-0B94cI/AAAAAAAAABg/6kPyVXFLBHY/s320/smAngelique+Kithos+20080115+183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159087757527474626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back in 2004 when he was just starting out. I was the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; model that he shot with, but you would never know it then since he shot some great photos of me! Now, working with him almost 4 years later, he’s worked with tons of models! He has begun to develop his personal style. I always thought he had a great eye, so I knew that it would be only a matter of time before he became serious about photography. Shooting with him for this trip was a delight. I felt like such a little doll! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The couple of images he sent me were very sultry and sexy. I didn’t know I could look that hot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;insert photo=""&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After all of the MD/VA/DE shooting I headed up north to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;State &lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jFUUB94iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qwRAtgzlGoI/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jFUUB94iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qwRAtgzlGoI/s200/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159090325917917730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:place&gt;, PA area. I have a good friend from high school that I try to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jFF0B94hI/AAAAAAAAACI/E6hc1r6_3yY/s1600-h/danielhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jFF0B94hI/AAAAAAAAACI/E6hc1r6_3yY/s200/danielhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159090076809814546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; visit with whenever I am in the area. The house is amazingly quiet and comfortable. Time ceases to exist there in the mountains and the next thing you know you’re drinking wine and talking at 3AM! The weather was pretty crappy the day before I headed up north, so I ended up getting snowed inside. There is no better way to get snowed-in when the house you’re staying at is incredibly beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;insert photo=""&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After visiting with my friend for a couple days, I headed 2 hours west. I drove through the “Wilds of Pennsylvania” and had a very pleasant and bitterly cold drive to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Clearfield&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;PA.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jD-UB94fI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u-8PFLhbpNg/s1600-h/heehos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jD-UB94fI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u-8PFLhbpNg/s320/heehos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159088848449167858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There I worked with my long time good photographer friend &lt;a href="http://www.ranum.com/gallery/index.php"&gt;Marcus Ranum&lt;/a&gt; in his extremely cold studio – it might have been 40 degrees. His work is incredibly amazing! He is an active member on DeviantArt.com and takes stock photos for the digital artists to use. That’s always something we shoot for when we work together. Granted I feel silly wearing these funny outfits, but it’s something interesting and different from the norm of looking hot and sexy in lingerie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jEz0B94gI/AAAAAAAAACA/Iz4Tb48iNaU/s1600-h/smmg_1569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jEz0B94gI/AAAAAAAAACA/Iz4Tb48iNaU/s200/smmg_1569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159089767572169218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;insert photo=""&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After all of the silly photos, we shot some more fine art nudes. Hopefully my monitor didn’t fuck these up too bad. I always feel so incredibly beautiful whenever I shoot with him. He has such a great way of showing off my body’s curves in a flattering way. He’s on my list of top 3 photographers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;insert photo=""&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jFx0B94jI/AAAAAAAAACY/-threOv9u0E/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jFx0B94jI/AAAAAAAAACY/-threOv9u0E/s200/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159090832724058674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all of the running around and shooting, I finally was able to make my long 13-hour journey back south. I drove through &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Martinsburg&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;WV&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; where I was born and had a very nostalgic feeling. I drove through the hills of western VA and had such an amazing drive seeing the countryside. The feeling I felt driving alone through this mountain region is indescribable. It inspired me to become a better person and to try harder. Making a 13 hour drive by myself and driving thousands of miles to pursue something I enjoyed has empowered me. I no longer feel like I simply exist in a world, but rather I exist in MY WORLD and I have the power to do the things I enjoy. Too long have I followed rules carefully and exact. It is time to live and to quit being scared. I am going to live for me. Fuck everyone else. It’s my time to shine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-2727544919641641616?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/2727544919641641616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=2727544919641641616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/2727544919641641616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/2727544919641641616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2008/01/over-river-and-through-woods.html' title='Over The River and Through The Woods'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jHFUB94lI/AAAAAAAAACo/tepwPF1l2s4/s72-c/6839333-lgsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-4296416863487958306</id><published>2008-01-09T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:47:00.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lunch is In A Brown Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jAsEB94XI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K1__ySIzMgc/s1600-h/school1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jAsEB94XI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K1__ySIzMgc/s320/school1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159085236381671794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just finished up my two day orientation for my new school. I have never seen a place as beautiful as this school. In the middle of a busy city, there’s this hidden gem of a school with a secret garden type of feel. With stone buildings, cobblestone walkways, ivy all around, and shaded by old oak trees, the feeling is very surreal. It is a huge difference from my last school. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jAzkB94YI/AAAAAAAAABA/0pN6Nla2Dps/s1600-h/school2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jAzkB94YI/AAAAAAAAABA/0pN6Nla2Dps/s200/school2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159085365230690690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With its abundance of concrete and ornamental grass, the vibe was that you had no other choice but to go to this shitty community college. Now after years of hard work, I have earned my way to this amazing school. I am excited about continuing my education there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-4296416863487958306?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/4296416863487958306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=4296416863487958306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/4296416863487958306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/4296416863487958306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-lunch-is-in-brown-bag.html' title='My Lunch is In A Brown Bag'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5jAsEB94XI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K1__ySIzMgc/s72-c/school1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8942806314961284207.post-6944727269676044578</id><published>2007-12-23T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:42:20.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Knitted Sweaters &amp; Airports</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate traveling during the holidays. It seems that every single Midwestern white person comes out and decides to fly. They crowd the airports with their holiday knitted sweaters, over-sized carry on, screaming children and aloof look. Being able to read a sign that states, “remove all electronics from bag” or “no liquids larger than 3oz” is too much for these people. Not only must one wait for these ignorant republican breeders to figure out how to separate their items for security, but then you have to hear them argue about taking off their shoes, belt and coat as if they are entitled to more respect then the rest of the travelers because they voted for Bush twice. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a hellish security line, I changed plans in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and then had to take a small plane to my final destination. The plan was fairly small and on top of the heat and smell of sweaty holiday travelers, there was a little girl screaming Christmas carols in the back for the 45 minute flight. Oh joy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5i_0UB94VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iR-Wqo1qfjU/s1600-h/clouds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5i_0UB94VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iR-Wqo1qfjU/s320/clouds1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159084278603964754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despite the hellish first part of my travel, the rest of my trip was nothing but good stuff. On my way back home after having an amazing time shooting and visiting, I felt relaxed and ready to take on the holiday travelers. Armed with a good mood and a pair of headphones, my trip back to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South   Carolina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; was very pleasant. I sat quietly and observed the busy world around me. Going to the middle-of-nowhere-PA makes me feel very Zen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8942806314961284207-6944727269676044578?l=angeliquekithos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/feeds/6944727269676044578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8942806314961284207&amp;postID=6944727269676044578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/6944727269676044578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8942806314961284207/posts/default/6944727269676044578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliquekithos.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-knitted-sweaters-airports.html' title='Holiday Knitted Sweaters &amp; Airports'/><author><name>Angelique Kithos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07817275775269227595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14992422344743565687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9D8PFr5TR4/R5i_0UB94VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iR-Wqo1qfjU/s72-c/clouds1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>