<?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-6225555356247873859</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:09:12.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singing in the rain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>songbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17135683087829495248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6bZCoHArTA/SMmzmSYHxTI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8nQmKbEqbc8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225555356247873859.post-7922353178688097269</id><published>2009-03-26T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:08:47.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so here is what I am thinking.....</title><content type='html'>Why are people always telling me I am too sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;Why are people always telling me I can't take a joke, or that I take things too seriously?&lt;br /&gt;That I over-analyze and that I need to just let things go?&lt;br /&gt;ok...I give them a point...I do over analyze...I think about things too much...I stress when I don't get a text message back...ok...they get ONE point....other than that here is what I am thinking....&lt;br /&gt;I think these people (no one in particular) need to FUCK OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?I have been through a lot of shit...some of it is random drama everyone deals with...ok my parents got divorced...ok my dad is an alcoholic asshole...most people have a thing or two like that lurking in their background...but thats not all...quite honestly in perspective...I feel like I have done alright....the other end of the spectrum is that I was some crazy bitch they show on intervention...to be dramatic I could be dead....obviously that is over dramatic but it could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;So that fact that I am still so open? The fact that I still believe that ANYTHING ANYONE tells me is the truth...the fact that I have faith or trust anyone at all is a MIRACLE...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I should have learned by now...most people are full of shit...I shouldn't think when someone says they want to spend the rest of their life with me they would give a shit enough to text message me at all in the day (I am not crazy...I mean when I write something that garners a response they respond)....but I do....I sit by the phone...I stress...I love...I care...&lt;br /&gt;OK...sometimes I take things too seriously....I think that maybe I have expectations from people that are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too high&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the fact that I have any expectations....at all...is a fucking miracle...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6225555356247873859-7922353178688097269?l=ki55the5ky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/feeds/7922353178688097269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6225555356247873859&amp;postID=7922353178688097269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/7922353178688097269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/7922353178688097269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-here-is-what-i-am-thinking.html' title='so here is what I am thinking.....'/><author><name>songbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17135683087829495248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6bZCoHArTA/SMmzmSYHxTI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8nQmKbEqbc8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225555356247873859.post-6567354411243920166</id><published>2009-03-13T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:09:55.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded G********** Word.</title><content type='html'>I am getting more and more nervous as we are (some of us..sorry JL) getting closer to Graduation. I can't decide if I am looking forward to it or dreading it...I think I am settling on neither. I saw JL's post about enjoying the simple things and getting excited for warmer weather and I thought of this song. I think this song is how I am going to think of my last semester at Champlain, with amazing friends, and amazing times...even if my time at Champlain is almost over (ha-like I spend any time on campus anyways) my friends and good times are not going to cease to exhist when school is over!&lt;br /&gt;I’m wastin’ half of my life just lookin’ back&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ all of my good times were in the past&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no joy to be found livin’ life like that&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t feel the sunshine on my face&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere that I’d go I’d feel out of place&lt;br /&gt;Finally figured out I’d never win that race&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m amazed to find&lt;br /&gt;These are the good ole days that we’ve been livin’&lt;br /&gt;No more lookin’ back all is forgivin’&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t gonna live my life through no picture frame&lt;br /&gt;These are the good ole days&lt;br /&gt;Seems like people get lost talkin’ ’bout some day&lt;br /&gt;Something better will come and take them away&lt;br /&gt;Never realize ’til it’s too late&lt;br /&gt;It’s the simple things that make life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Like a &lt;strong&gt;warm summer day&lt;/strong&gt; or a laughin’ child&lt;br /&gt;Or how it makes me feel just to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;Baby you know it’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; These are the good ole days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6225555356247873859-6567354411243920166?l=ki55the5ky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/feeds/6567354411243920166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6225555356247873859&amp;postID=6567354411243920166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/6567354411243920166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/6567354411243920166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreaded-g-word.html' title='The Dreaded G********** Word.'/><author><name>songbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17135683087829495248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6bZCoHArTA/SMmzmSYHxTI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8nQmKbEqbc8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225555356247873859.post-1084958925750543832</id><published>2008-12-04T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:11:00.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' Our Love Song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sooo as I am all jacked up on mountain dew (haha by that I mean sugar-free red bull) I thought I would provide a little update. As I have yet to write much but rather have chosen to only post sad and depressing song lyrics, I thought some less depressing writing was in order. That and I am currently more in love with life that I have been in a long time. One might guess that this is because of a boy, one would be right haha. I know that it is a good idea to fix yourself, without anyone else in your life, because the other person may act like sort of a crutch, but you know what? Don't care. If you had been me on the phone when I asked "he's home isn't he" and the answer was "yes" and felt that very strange feeling in my stomach, one I haven't felt since ohhh I don't know, when he left 3 1/2 years ago, I think it would be pretty clear. However this all hinges on the approval of 2 very special people, by that I mean the only 2 who read this anyways, well ok technically is already sort of in the works, but opinion is still mucho very much a lot importante! But can I please tell you that we are already off to a good start (good start part duex haha) when after one day of work he called and said "a song today made me think of you, not that I wasn't all day anyways", yeah def a big AWWW moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Baby just look at us all this time and we're still in love&lt;br /&gt;Something like this just don't exist&lt;br /&gt;Between a backwoods boy and a fairy tale princess&lt;br /&gt;People said it would never work out&lt;br /&gt;Living our dreams and shattered all doubts&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to prove 'em wrong&lt;br /&gt;Living our love song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6225555356247873859-1084958925750543832?l=ki55the5ky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/feeds/1084958925750543832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6225555356247873859&amp;postID=1084958925750543832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/1084958925750543832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/1084958925750543832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/2008/12/livin-our-love-song.html' title='Livin&apos; Our Love Song...'/><author><name>songbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17135683087829495248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6bZCoHArTA/SMmzmSYHxTI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8nQmKbEqbc8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225555356247873859.post-3833154528218903841</id><published>2008-10-06T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:37:10.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying....</title><content type='html'>i have decided that I am going through a quarter life crisis. I don't know whats been going on with me since school started. I think that I have developed a very defeatist attitude about life. I have spent far to much time having my own personal pity party. The problem is I'm still not sure that I'm &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;entitled to feel this way. I think Rascal Flatts, as we all know, do an amazing job to describe all of lifes experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You feel like a candle in a hurricane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a picture with a broken frame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alone and helpless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like you've lost your fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you'll be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause when push comes to shove,You taste what you're made of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You might bend, till you break, Cause its all you can take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On your knees you look up, Decide you've had enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get mad you get strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wipe your hands shake it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you Stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thats what I'm trying to do and I feel like I'm getting to that point but there is still so much that is up in the air for me. I just don't know how to find a place in life that feels right. Sometimes I feel like carting me off to the looney bin seems like a perfectly resonable alternitive to life, or rehab...but only a nice one...like with a spa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've dealt with my ghosts and faced all my demons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally content with a past I &lt;strong&gt;regret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ve found you find strength in your moments of weakness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For once I’m at peace with myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ve been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm moving on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope that I can do that soon. I'm tired if feeling so..so...I don't know...blah seems like a good word for how I feel..blah mixed in with sadness and occasional bursts of anger and frustration. I will sum up this depressing post with the comment that I cannot wait to see Hanson next weekend! Nope not ashamed of that at least...and this continuation of my life through lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye four leaf clovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello &lt;em&gt;gone awry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't cry the fight ain't over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless you let it pass you by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm looking for a song to sing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking for a friend to borrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm looking for my radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I might find a heart to follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popentertainment.com/Hanson_Photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popentertainment.com/Hanson_Photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6225555356247873859-3833154528218903841?l=ki55the5ky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/feeds/3833154528218903841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6225555356247873859&amp;postID=3833154528218903841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/3833154528218903841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/3833154528218903841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m Trying....'/><author><name>songbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17135683087829495248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6bZCoHArTA/SMmzmSYHxTI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8nQmKbEqbc8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225555356247873859.post-4548005545288979048</id><published>2008-09-25T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:01:14.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday....</title><content type='html'>I'm blind with eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;My body's tired and broken&lt;br /&gt;I want a taste of something, that doesn't leave me dry&lt;br /&gt;This hope for answered questions&lt;br /&gt;As rare as true conviction&lt;br /&gt;I stare into the distance, there is no truth in sight&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for a blue sky, Searching for an answer on a satellite&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's got to be a blue sky out there to see&lt;br /&gt;A blue sky waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the main attraction, I've felt the moment's passion&lt;br /&gt;I won't be no soap box teacher, just taking your time&lt;br /&gt;Just taking your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who can tell me why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for a blue sky, Searching for an answer on a satellite&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's got to be a blue sky out there to see&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go, it feels like I'm always searching for something&lt;br /&gt;'Til I know for sure, I'll be right here waiting for something&lt;br /&gt;More, more, for something more, for something more&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for a blue sky, Searching for an answer on a satellite&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's got to be a blue sky out there to see&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there's a blue sky waiting&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for a blue sky, Searching for an answer on a satellite&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's got to be a blue sky waiting for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6225555356247873859-4548005545288979048?l=ki55the5ky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/feeds/4548005545288979048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6225555356247873859&amp;postID=4548005545288979048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/4548005545288979048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/4548005545288979048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/2008/09/someday.html' title='Someday....'/><author><name>songbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17135683087829495248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6bZCoHArTA/SMmzmSYHxTI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8nQmKbEqbc8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225555356247873859.post-7629040079767903394</id><published>2008-09-11T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:01:08.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt; I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt; I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt; I find it hard to trust not only me but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;I am afraid&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245953892397161170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6bZCoHArTA/SM1fRVhpGtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sbfRw03hnfY/s320/tear.bmp" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6225555356247873859-7629040079767903394?l=ki55the5ky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/feeds/7629040079767903394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6225555356247873859&amp;postID=7629040079767903394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/7629040079767903394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/7629040079767903394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life.html' title='my life'/><author><name>songbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17135683087829495248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6bZCoHArTA/SMmzmSYHxTI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8nQmKbEqbc8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6bZCoHArTA/SM1fRVhpGtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sbfRw03hnfY/s72-c/tear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6225555356247873859.post-3797004692005352473</id><published>2008-08-14T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:46:04.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>numero uno</title><content type='html'>so i have decided to give blogging a try...im just putting it out there...i do not type with correct punctuation....i am also too lazy too...i have allsooo been told i write and talk and think..though &lt;em&gt;no one knows how exactally someone else is thinking&lt;/em&gt;...that i have a stream of conciousness issue...&lt;strong&gt;so be prepared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6225555356247873859-3797004692005352473?l=ki55the5ky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/feeds/3797004692005352473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6225555356247873859&amp;postID=3797004692005352473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/3797004692005352473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6225555356247873859/posts/default/3797004692005352473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ki55the5ky.blogspot.com/2008/08/numero-uno.html' title='numero uno'/><author><name>songbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17135683087829495248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6bZCoHArTA/SMmzmSYHxTI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8nQmKbEqbc8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
