<?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-1837785710408056870</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:28:07.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler Leigh Couchman</title><subtitle type='html'>Smelly with lint in my belly... button. My favorite song is Lesbian Seagull by the hippie teacher via MTV's Beavis and Butthead. I eat canned cat food and huff glue. I try not to take myself too serious though at times I am guilty.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837785710408056870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Shag Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848499784876064509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3jsjYdWJnaM/SQjfiJWyOcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DDeWh6GI9Zg/S220/Snapshot_20081025_9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837785710408056870.post-336912511238861372</id><published>2008-12-04T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:04:57.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a woman with a mustache and a mullet. She wore it proudly. The mustache that is. Nowhere in this universe can you where a mullet proudly. It's the eleventh commandment. Blasphemer.&lt;br /&gt;It's cold. Twelve degrees to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;We built a snowman and had a snowball fight.&lt;br /&gt;I found a little butt and burned it. 'twas nice.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta gets some boots.&lt;br /&gt;I was nominated for employee of the week by two managers.&lt;br /&gt;Jen got a car. It's really nice and it looks like an egg.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched what happens in vegas with Ashton kutcher and cameron diaz. I expected the worse and it turned out to not be such a horrible flick. Zach Galafinakis was in it so that was rad.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tonight?......there's a meteor shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is well is 'sconsin. Did you know That 70's show is pretty muh based out of where I live.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you are my hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back to california it's on like donkey kong...I need bandmembers...people who play anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1837785710408056870-336912511238861372?l=biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/feeds/336912511238861372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1837785710408056870&amp;postID=336912511238861372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837785710408056870/posts/default/336912511238861372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837785710408056870/posts/default/336912511238861372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-saw-woman-with-mustache-and-mullet.html' title=''/><author><name>The Shag Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848499784876064509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3jsjYdWJnaM/SQjfiJWyOcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DDeWh6GI9Zg/S220/Snapshot_20081025_9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837785710408056870.post-3013018628095625496</id><published>2008-11-18T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:23:37.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!Felizidad!</title><content type='html'>There is nothing very exciting to write about. I've just been working and hanging out. Last night when I got off work there was snow on my car but it was not snowing any longer. I've been working on my music and it has been pretty frustrating. I think I have too many of my ideas for songs stuck in my head and I haven't been able to record them and turn them into whole songs. so it's like there is blockage. I have musical constipation. I really think once I'm able to actually lay down whole tracks and create a finished product there will be some pretty cool stuff to listen to.   We are definitely moving back to Cali before the fall semester of next year. I'm going to go to school. I'm making a commitment. I don't know what I'm going to major in so don't ask me. My very realistic dreams are back in full force. The night before last they ended with myself helping Lindsay lohan move some furniture. (she wanted me) The night before that I was back at home in my parents house but they had built a second story. When I woke up I was really confused about where I was at. Last night I dreamed about the ocean and a wedding and old friends and people I know I know but never really had relationships with. Also some retarded people crashed into each other on four wheelers. There were secret passage ways and really dramatic storylines to all this. Sometimes I'm not sure I'm me in my dreams but lasnight i was changing point of views. Going from one person to the next....especially if they had a conflict with the othere person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent almost three hours watching a special on HELL and the evolution of the DEVIL and the influence it has had over human beings over our known history. It was interesting and comical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is powerful, love more so, then who shall love out of fear? - T.L.C.  2008 A.D.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                (that great philosopher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go see Murder By Death on Thursday  night. That could give me something to write about. Until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1837785710408056870-3013018628095625496?l=biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/feeds/3013018628095625496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1837785710408056870&amp;postID=3013018628095625496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837785710408056870/posts/default/3013018628095625496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837785710408056870/posts/default/3013018628095625496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/2008/11/felizidad.html' title='!Felizidad!'/><author><name>The Shag Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848499784876064509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3jsjYdWJnaM/SQjfiJWyOcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DDeWh6GI9Zg/S220/Snapshot_20081025_9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837785710408056870.post-3826031857283501072</id><published>2008-11-03T14:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:32:27.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day Eve</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is election day and I could care less. There is a twenty four hour House marathon on. House for president.  I don't see much difference in voting for a fictional character and voting for an actual candidate...if you catch my drift....Really though my only hope is that whoever wins this election cleans up the mess that has been made and puts an end to the antics that have embarrassed America throughout the last few terms and the current campaigns. Peace and Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start my new job tomorrow. I'm thankful i will be working inside this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious about this House marathon. How did I never watch this show up until a week ago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1837785710408056870-3826031857283501072?l=biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/feeds/3826031857283501072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1837785710408056870&amp;postID=3826031857283501072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837785710408056870/posts/default/3826031857283501072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837785710408056870/posts/default/3826031857283501072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day-eve.html' title='Election Day Eve'/><author><name>The Shag Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848499784876064509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3jsjYdWJnaM/SQjfiJWyOcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DDeWh6GI9Zg/S220/Snapshot_20081025_9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837785710408056870.post-2216085720817167403</id><published>2008-11-01T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:03:41.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KINGS OF LEON</title><content type='html'>Last night was Halloween. I do believe it was the best Halloween I've experienced. Front row - Kings of Leon at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago. The venue fit the occasion perfectly in every aspect. It was not to small and it was not to big. The ceiling was a cosmic scenery, splattered with star clusters, planets, light beams and twinkling stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started around seven. First up was The Stills. It was there last show on the tour with KOL. They put on a good show. Each band member had painted his face white and wore all black to contrast it. They were high energy and put together well. I could have swor there synth/key guy was Zach Galafinakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Are Scientist were second. Another high energy band. They were all dressed as ghosts. But by the second song most of the band members had torn the sheets off of themselves. Check them out- they have some good songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings of Leon did not dissapoint. They opened with the first two songs from the new album then took the crowd back in time with some early material. They did this for most of the set, jumping around from album to album. It was swell. These guys are just flat out plain and simple fucking rock stars. There is no other way to put it. They've got the attitude, they've got the fans, but most importantly they have the music. I danced, I sang, I stepped on people, elbowed people, sweat on people. My ears are still ringing. It was worth it. Thank you KOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1837785710408056870-2216085720817167403?l=biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/feeds/2216085720817167403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1837785710408056870&amp;postID=2216085720817167403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837785710408056870/posts/default/2216085720817167403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837785710408056870/posts/default/2216085720817167403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/2008/11/kings-of-leon.html' title='KINGS OF LEON'/><author><name>The Shag Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848499784876064509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3jsjYdWJnaM/SQjfiJWyOcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DDeWh6GI9Zg/S220/Snapshot_20081025_9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837785710408056870.post-3470009340031186155</id><published>2008-10-29T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:59:59.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Wisonsin</title><content type='html'>I left for Wisconsin last Monday morning. My car was packed full of my most prized possessions. Mostly musical instruments. Some books that I will probably never read. Though I will flip through them and look at the pictures. For the most part I packed really random stuff other than the essentials (Blankets, pillows, clothing(opinions on this matter may vary)...blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first stop....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lovelock&lt;/span&gt;, Nevada.....I departed from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Turlock&lt;/span&gt;....stopped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lovelock&lt;/span&gt;...irony makes me hungry...so I stopped and forced Mickey D's down my neglected throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point between here and my next stop the check engine light comes on.  Of course, I was born with motor oil running through my veins and being the savvy mechanic that I am I kept driving until it was time to fuel up. I checked the oil. DRY!  So drained my veins into the engine and hoped that no damage had been done, especially at this point because where I'm at now there are signs along the highway that say DO NOT PICK UP HITCHHIKERS- PRISON NEAR BY.  If I'm breaking down and some con is breaking out I'm wishing I had brought my shotgun along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self...Make sure you are not just imagining that you had a tune up before you drive three quarters of the way across the country alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed most of Utah. It was dark and flat. The white sand appears to be snow, but Momma didn't raise no fool. By midnight I had made it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Evanston&lt;/span&gt;,Wyoming. A little disoriented and hungry as a mule. I checked up on the cost of a room for the night. A hundred bucks! I couldn't  understand why I would shell out that kind of cash for a room when there was a well lit parking lot at the local Flying J's Truck stop screaming my name.  I made a short visit to the inside. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;... the aroma of stainless steel troughs loaded down with trucker belly filling grub being heated from below by stale boiling water. I charged my phone in the trucker lobby while sitting behind a snoring driver who miraculously fit between the arms of the chair he no doubt violated.&lt;br /&gt; My dinner was dried apricots and two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kellogs&lt;/span&gt; strawberry breakfast bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside my car/bed, I attempted to lean the seat back and catch some shut eye. I didn't get very far. Somehow, It had slipped my mind that the backseat was full and I wouldn't be able to lean back. I had a good laugh at my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;expense&lt;/span&gt;. ( the best kind)&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to somehow contort my six foot one inch body across the drivers seat and passenger seat hunkering down on top of whatever belongings rested there. I pulled my blankets over my head made sure the doors were locked for the fifth time and eventually fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 AM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Evanston&lt;/span&gt;, Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awaken to the cold of an early morning and the rumble of semis leaving the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;Fuel up. Grab some coffee. Hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; the sun came up and stopped in Laramie for a real meal at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;petro&lt;/span&gt; truck stop. There was a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; inside. The people were pleasant. I even struck up a conversation with trucker who from the sound of it has driven on every highway that has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; across this manic nation of ours. He'd even been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Turlock&lt;/span&gt;.  Bacon. Eggs. Taters. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MMMMM&lt;/span&gt;. I'm off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Nebraska.  If you are ever driving through Nebraska pay attention to the way the land sits against the sky. The land was so flat and the sky was so blue it revealed the true shape of earth to me, I could sense the subtle curvature of the land as I sped across it. Now that's some poetic justice. Eat your heart out Janet Jackson.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving long distance with an outdated CD collection is numbing. Especially when you don't have to turn your steering wheel for five hundred miles. At this point I decided to stay awake as long as I possibly could.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs to invent a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;catheter&lt;/span&gt; for long distance drivers. I know I could have used one.&lt;br /&gt;To my right I notice wooden signs just on the other side of a fence enclosing a farmers land. On the signs were little holy sayings like "trust in Jesus"  "Faith and sacrifice" ....but to me there was one sign that stood out the most...it might have been because it was the biggest of them but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be out of place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt; with the rest. It read..&lt;br /&gt;"OUTLAW SODOMY" ........... I guess they replaced the welcome to the mid west sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through Nebraska it poured rain and didn't stop until I was half way through Iowa. I drove with the radio on scan to keep myself entertained and busy.  I had been driving for twenty hours straight. I stopped near the border the Iowa/Illinois border at another flying J truck stop. I bought a shower For eight fifty and made it last as long as I could. I tried to sleep in the parking lot but the I couldn't fall asleep this time. So it was back to the road. I don't know how I was still awake. I wasn't even sure that I was actually. Road work the whole way from here. Me and a couple of the same cars changing leads and taking turns passing trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove for twenty four hours. with a few breaks and a lot of coffee. Hello Wisconsin. Hello Jen. Hello Colder than and cold I've ever known. I've been here for about a week and half. I've found a Job. Thanks to Jen's amazing Mom I've got a place I move into at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of November...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt; we drove to Chicago to pick up a Kings of Leon ticket for me. Did you hear that? I'm going to see Kings of Leon on Halloween....It's going to be surreal. This all has been so far. But what part of life isn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1837785710408056870-3470009340031186155?l=biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/feeds/3470009340031186155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1837785710408056870&amp;postID=3470009340031186155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837785710408056870/posts/default/3470009340031186155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837785710408056870/posts/default/3470009340031186155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biteyournailsandspit.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-wisonsin.html' title='Hello Wisonsin'/><author><name>The Shag Master</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848499784876064509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3jsjYdWJnaM/SQjfiJWyOcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DDeWh6GI9Zg/S220/Snapshot_20081025_9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
