<?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-3706418</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:21:40.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muh ThoughtZ</title><subtitle type='html'>I hope people dun git pissed if I am too much of a bitch</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrycola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrycola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352294260137524377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706418.post-80295887</id><published>2002-08-15T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T00:08:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I got stung by a bee and it really hurts... It's on my finger and my finger is fucking huge... So would you ever go to the movies with an ex-boyfriend if he had a girlfriend?  No?  Thought sO...  I just got this journal thing to work and now I don't know what to write...It sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when you like someone and they don't like you ... but then when you stop liking them they finally realize that your alive...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents always bitch at me for not hangin out with my friends... but they won't give me a ride any where so how can I go places.. I know most of my friends parents are annoyed because I'm always getting a ride from them... well I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          -*§ar*-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706418-80295887?l=cherrycola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706418/posts/default/80295887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3706418/posts/default/80295887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrycola.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80295887' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352294260137524377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
