<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5336233442430343371</id><updated>2024-11-01T03:36:07.598-07:00</updated><category term="relationships"/><category term="love"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="BS"/><category term="Regilion"/><category term="abuse"/><category term="articles"/><category term="bands"/><category term="blogging"/><category term="blowing off"/><category term="bored"/><category term="cards"/><category term="college"/><category term="crafting"/><category term="ex"/><category term="exes"/><category term="girl"/><category term="good deeds"/><category term="hardship"/><category term="helping"/><category term="hope"/><category term="idiots"/><category term="life"/><category term="life and love"/><category term="making"/><category term="misery"/><category term="music"/><category term="people"/><category term="stalking"/><category term="tired"/><category term="writing"/><title type='text'>These Chains Are Broken</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06893988154308029241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kYPKCWVoOijoEKyM6euh7SMLvpEImJOuRU2BvfSq5X7-99WTGfLr96EE7to9uMAT-GLl3opobM83yjp7I4vWCq1it53UpUMkKVGZ4oj4ra-ybWWAzcbu4b4_W-qWTdw/s220/Snapshot_20110903_3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336233442430343371.post-7332284295288054239</id><published>2011-10-15T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T15:27:04.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go here</title><content type='html'>I saw this website and went to it...&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.seemetease.com</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7332284295288054239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/10/go-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/7332284295288054239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/7332284295288054239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/10/go-here.html' title='Go here'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06893988154308029241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kYPKCWVoOijoEKyM6euh7SMLvpEImJOuRU2BvfSq5X7-99WTGfLr96EE7to9uMAT-GLl3opobM83yjp7I4vWCq1it53UpUMkKVGZ4oj4ra-ybWWAzcbu4b4_W-qWTdw/s220/Snapshot_20110903_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336233442430343371.post-2629114885127841702</id><published>2011-09-25T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T21:29:02.991-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blowing off"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good deeds"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="idiots"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Regilion"/><title type='text'>How dare you?</title><content type='html'>I would like for someone to tell me that I have no life because if they did at this moment I think I would rip them in half (not really). Ever good thing I try to do good for gets blowed in my face. Of course, the many people that come and visit this site wants to read about a girl&#39;s pathetic boring life. NO, and YES i do have a little bit of drama that happens to me, but trust me it doesn&#39;t happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;
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When people do good deeds, it suppose to be good, not thrown in your face.WHEN someone does this, do one thing, fight back with good&amp;nbsp;against&amp;nbsp;the evil. I don&#39;t believe in cutting other people&#39;s throats. It was the way I was raised. Plus, I do think I was properly a knight back in my many life forms (other than this life). Yes, there are life forms people. Don&#39;t be so closed minded.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is another that makes me mad. Everyone has got to put someone else&#39;s&amp;nbsp;religion&amp;nbsp;down. STOP it! Your not hurting them, your hurting yourself. WHEN someone makes you mad and you hold that grudge, it&#39;s not hurting them, it&#39;s hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those are just a few life lessons.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2629114885127841702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-dare-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/2629114885127841702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/2629114885127841702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-dare-you.html' title='How dare you?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06893988154308029241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kYPKCWVoOijoEKyM6euh7SMLvpEImJOuRU2BvfSq5X7-99WTGfLr96EE7to9uMAT-GLl3opobM83yjp7I4vWCq1it53UpUMkKVGZ4oj4ra-ybWWAzcbu4b4_W-qWTdw/s220/Snapshot_20110903_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336233442430343371.post-639516244058506946</id><published>2011-09-02T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:36:13.184-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bands"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><title type='text'>A day to remember</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m sorry everyone. I know I am random, but I found this on my facebook blog, I almost forgot about it. It was a great day that day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;uiHeader uiHeaderBottomBorder mbm&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;clearfix uiHeaderTop&quot; style=&quot;zoom: 1;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 class=&quot;uiHeaderTitle&quot; style=&quot;color: #1c2a47; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class=&quot;uiHeaderTitle&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Band Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;clearfix&quot; style=&quot;zoom: 1;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-bottom: 5px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/MidnitesXSyn&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Beth Stafford&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on Sunday, February 27, 2011 at 2:07pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;uiHeaderSubActions rfloat&quot; style=&quot;float: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;mbl notesBlogText clearfix&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Yesterday was like totally rad lol. Anyways ... I was at a band practice with Brandon and Nathan and three other band members...which were Shay, Kyle, and Bradley. The harmony was so paralyzing. which was an awesome thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;(If I got your name wrong please correct it because I want every one to get their full credit. And no cussing me out lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ANyways the band is called Loss of the Adept. &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.vampirefreaks.com/loss_of_the_adept&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You need to listen to them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Well at practice...With Brandon&#39;s(Scarecrow, lead singer) voice conquering, with riffs from Shay(bassist) and newly learning (Grim Haven) with guitar(new guy), with unique keyboard note , Bradley(keyboardist), and killing drum beats from Kyle (the drummer). The chemistry was their. The band&#39;s history is actually very awesome...I didn&#39;t get to hear all of it because I too busy laughing at the two band members goofing off.(I apologize Bradley)...But ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Like I said the music was like it was something you wanted to do, but was afraid to do it. The aura of these guys were amazing...Although this type of music is not respected, I do respect each member of this family/band.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I will post more...Later on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Like I said take time to listen to this group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/feeds/639516244058506946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/639516244058506946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/639516244058506946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-to-remember.html' title='A day to remember'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06893988154308029241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kYPKCWVoOijoEKyM6euh7SMLvpEImJOuRU2BvfSq5X7-99WTGfLr96EE7to9uMAT-GLl3opobM83yjp7I4vWCq1it53UpUMkKVGZ4oj4ra-ybWWAzcbu4b4_W-qWTdw/s220/Snapshot_20110903_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336233442430343371.post-3445695160273289770</id><published>2011-09-02T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T17:39:44.897-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life and love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Today is...Friday!</title><content type='html'>yeah, today is&amp;nbsp;Friday. People are usually out and about. I came to conclusion that I am not like everyone else. Their are times I do feel like I don&#39;t belong to any crowd or feel worthy to be around one. My life is consisted with misery of doubt. Somewhere my flame was turned off for 3 years, until I met Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nathan has taught me to love myself. Loving myself will help others see that they are loved as well. I noticed things are different with different prospects and situations. Sometimes back long ago it felt like I was looking at myself through another person. A person that I grew to hate.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hated myself because I lost my backbone, nerve, standing up for what was right for one person that would hurt me if I spoke up. I remember taking up for a little boy, I remember getting slapped for that. So not up til now, I have&amp;nbsp;stood&amp;nbsp;up for someone. Well, i do now. Only thing I fear is fear itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Their are a couple things I do fear; Nathan being hurt. Being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;
Nobody wants to be lonely. Not even for the&amp;nbsp;latest&amp;nbsp;hours. Some will no admit it. When you have to fight your fear that is different. I remember fighting my fear years ago.&lt;br /&gt;
It all started back in 2007, it was spring. I thought it was too pretty to be true kind of day. (sigh) Your are going to have to wait til the next blog. I want you to keep coming back. Have a great day!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3445695160273289770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-isfriday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/3445695160273289770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/3445695160273289770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-isfriday.html' title='Today is...Friday!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06893988154308029241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kYPKCWVoOijoEKyM6euh7SMLvpEImJOuRU2BvfSq5X7-99WTGfLr96EE7to9uMAT-GLl3opobM83yjp7I4vWCq1it53UpUMkKVGZ4oj4ra-ybWWAzcbu4b4_W-qWTdw/s220/Snapshot_20110903_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336233442430343371.post-6064376127983436446</id><published>2011-09-02T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T12:59:12.572-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BS"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stalking"/><title type='text'>I don&#39;t care...</title><content type='html'>Okay my week has been sorta torn up into two parts...BS and MORE BS.&amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;I do a review on something they say it&#39;s never good enough. So, anyways...the abusers mom contacts me and says this. I am not posting names to save the&amp;nbsp;embarrassing part&amp;nbsp;of being called out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;XXXXX the abusers mother:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Hope all is better for u now. Have u heard the news yet? Well later I guess. Wishing u the best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;No i haven&#39;t heard any news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;XXXX:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Oh well then , I take that as u r not going to hear about the news. Anyways ..... have a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Really what is the great news? I been working all day. I didn&#39;t get a chance to read it earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;XXXX:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Like I said......... I guess u r not meant to hear the AWESOME news. Sorry u didn&#39;t get a chance to be a part of it. Maybe next time ....... if there is a next time. Just know I really thought u had a right to know but the choice was not mine to make. Have a great day my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Okay you contacted me. Only news I heard was xxxx &amp;nbsp;having a baby. Unless your son by chance got married, which would be a miracle. Or maybe you got legal rights to Lawrence. Other than that, I don&#39;t have a clue. Depending on what it is, I don&#39;t care to be a part of it.This is the most ridiculous conversation of my life. Good day to you! God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;As you can see they still contact me and still make my life a living hell. I really don&#39;t give a two cents about what the great news was. For all i care someone could got sent off. I really don&#39;t care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6064376127983436446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/6064376127983436446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/6064376127983436446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-care.html' title='I don&#39;t care...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06893988154308029241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kYPKCWVoOijoEKyM6euh7SMLvpEImJOuRU2BvfSq5X7-99WTGfLr96EE7to9uMAT-GLl3opobM83yjp7I4vWCq1it53UpUMkKVGZ4oj4ra-ybWWAzcbu4b4_W-qWTdw/s220/Snapshot_20110903_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336233442430343371.post-2148300453814421562</id><published>2011-08-29T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:55:15.779-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="articles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="helping"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>Writing articles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://socyberty.com/sexuality/keeping-that-love-alive/&quot;&gt;http://socyberty.com/sexuality/keeping-that-love-alive/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I been writing up some articles on some things such as saving relationships, saving yourself, and so forth. That is one link to look at, if you enjoy stuff about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://beyondjane.com/family/marriage/i-want-to-love-you/&quot;&gt;http://beyondjane.com/family/marriage/i-want-to-love-you/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is another posting I did. This is spotting the good ones from the bad ones. &amp;nbsp;I will get on later and blog some more for all. Time for lunch. YUM!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2148300453814421562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/writing-articles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/2148300453814421562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/2148300453814421562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/writing-articles.html' title='Writing articles.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06893988154308029241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kYPKCWVoOijoEKyM6euh7SMLvpEImJOuRU2BvfSq5X7-99WTGfLr96EE7to9uMAT-GLl3opobM83yjp7I4vWCq1it53UpUMkKVGZ4oj4ra-ybWWAzcbu4b4_W-qWTdw/s220/Snapshot_20110903_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336233442430343371.post-4112600792962874455</id><published>2011-08-28T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:30:51.858-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cards"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="making"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tired"/><title type='text'>Different Subject</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6A1WrU9q3dE8lQi0KoZsreVeSXCwmDORXlHpGXGzBgpExn2V3-zolj3r0PiusWn6PDGGkrPloJ59OmxmJV4sWQSnatc1lN6Nl8dCsYwdo-wwZQfcr1sr8IcNBd-XlG8lCFlWtYV0ryI/s1600/262318_215260148510482_100000794949612_533136_5723654_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;179&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6A1WrU9q3dE8lQi0KoZsreVeSXCwmDORXlHpGXGzBgpExn2V3-zolj3r0PiusWn6PDGGkrPloJ59OmxmJV4sWQSnatc1lN6Nl8dCsYwdo-wwZQfcr1sr8IcNBd-XlG8lCFlWtYV0ryI/s320/262318_215260148510482_100000794949612_533136_5723654_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i SWEAR, I SWEAR. I guess it was one of them days, I reckon. I know I said I was going to post something that happened two or three years. I&#39;ll be post that tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;Today was interesting as it may, I been working for card crafts with poetry in them. I custom make cards by hand. It takes about an hour to make one good card. &amp;nbsp;The card in up above is the one I made Nathan one year of being together. That is one my sample works. :)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4112600792962874455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/different-subject.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/4112600792962874455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/4112600792962874455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/different-subject.html' title='Different Subject'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06893988154308029241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kYPKCWVoOijoEKyM6euh7SMLvpEImJOuRU2BvfSq5X7-99WTGfLr96EE7to9uMAT-GLl3opobM83yjp7I4vWCq1it53UpUMkKVGZ4oj4ra-ybWWAzcbu4b4_W-qWTdw/s220/Snapshot_20110903_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6A1WrU9q3dE8lQi0KoZsreVeSXCwmDORXlHpGXGzBgpExn2V3-zolj3r0PiusWn6PDGGkrPloJ59OmxmJV4sWQSnatc1lN6Nl8dCsYwdo-wwZQfcr1sr8IcNBd-XlG8lCFlWtYV0ryI/s72-c/262318_215260148510482_100000794949612_533136_5723654_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336233442430343371.post-1664110250984095593</id><published>2011-08-27T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:54:21.061-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abuse"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hardship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Broken (in the past)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Good evening everyone. I am sitting here at my computer on another Saturday, while my other peers are out getting wasted or going out. Yeah, I have a boring life, but not boring choices. Everyday you make choices that reflect tomorrow. Remember that, it will come in handy one day, especially when are my age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Today, I decide on two things: Feel sorry for myself. Second: Do something about my luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If you know me, I probably picked the second one right...Yes and no. I put both together to create something what I call option 3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Option 3 my friends is when you two both of your choices and put them together. Yes, It does work. I do it all the time. I came this far life with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I will give you an story that happened to me long ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;On this date, two or so years ago, I was in a horrible relationship with someone that, to save their name and the&amp;nbsp;embarrassing, I won&#39;t say there name, okay. ANYWAYS...I was with this person. I was so desperate...When I mean desperate, I mean studying the locations on everywhere I went. Trying to find a way out.I remember crying myself to sleep&amp;nbsp;every night. I remember feeling ashamed of myself and the actions I chose in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In this point in my life, I felt that no one loved me, I felt used, also it felt like God didn&#39;t act like I existed. All my friends, I lost contact with them because of this loser. Because of this loser, a lot of my family lost respect for me. Hell, i lost respect for myself. I didn&#39;t need it from them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Music seemed to be only comfort, only up until when the song ended, my sorrow was back where it was. I wanted someone to love me, not use me, or abuse me. The mental abuse itself hurt. He made feel like I didn&#39;t belong anywhere and til this day sometimes I feel worthless.&amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;I talk about this, it brings me in pain. No people this is a true story...Believe or not...I have witnesses that witness the&amp;nbsp;nonsense&amp;nbsp;I went through. When I first started to date this dude, he seemed like he was nice, up until he found out something about me. Something that was but wasn&#39;t true. It was my past, before I got with him, and he still acted foolish. That should of told me their that was something wrong with this mental case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp..com/-qYKr42m09uQ/TOxvPXsamNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8JbFHhxBB34/s1600/bethandbaby.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2H_79qOcavO1hOIFU02s_SIcRtY9twdaf0TocEefP6FZem-5chO0h7i6hUGGoGs-V8UkCZWKta5ox59QgKpDAYPg95BXAz4C_Fymz2nLhbHWawOt-72cN6DiTMVLQyouW3CIQwQrWR8/s320/bethandbaby.jpg&quot; width=&quot;157&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I will get in detail with all that later on in this blog. I hope this helps out someone that has been through this, Let me tell you you are loved. YOU are worth something. YOU are beautiful,regardless what or who thinks different.&amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;I would smile, it was fake. &amp;nbsp;Then what made matters worse, I became pregnant by the man I hated, but pretended to love. My heart swelled in shame. My heart told me, &quot;God never makes mistakes.&quot; I also remember people telling me that God doesn&#39;t put more on you than you can bear.&lt;br /&gt;
All the hardship, all the grief, all the self&amp;nbsp;scarification&amp;nbsp;I put myself through, I have to say was worth it. But I am going to start out the story from the beginning. As I promised I wouldn&#39;t put more on YOU than you can bear. I&#39;m going to start the story out from the beginning of my life with his man that I hated, yet hurt me, but yet I am stronger because of this. If you are going through this, please don&#39;t harm yourself. You are loved. You are special.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1664110250984095593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/broken-in-past.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/1664110250984095593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/1664110250984095593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/broken-in-past.html' title='Broken (in the past)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06893988154308029241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kYPKCWVoOijoEKyM6euh7SMLvpEImJOuRU2BvfSq5X7-99WTGfLr96EE7to9uMAT-GLl3opobM83yjp7I4vWCq1it53UpUMkKVGZ4oj4ra-ybWWAzcbu4b4_W-qWTdw/s220/Snapshot_20110903_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2H_79qOcavO1hOIFU02s_SIcRtY9twdaf0TocEefP6FZem-5chO0h7i6hUGGoGs-V8UkCZWKta5ox59QgKpDAYPg95BXAz4C_Fymz2nLhbHWawOt-72cN6DiTMVLQyouW3CIQwQrWR8/s72-c/bethandbaby.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336233442430343371.post-3157363636973382625</id><published>2011-08-27T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T09:57:49.097-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bored"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>August 26 or 27th 2011</title><content type='html'>Dates don&#39;t matter when you have nothing to go out to do. TO be quite honest it sort of depresses me because I can&#39;t really remember the dates. Which sucks because when you fill out an application you have to know the date. Well, sorry but I usually don&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
I have to admit, I have it made, have it easy. I have people that love me, but do have few that hate me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess that is all for now. Sorry for the boring moments. Have writer&#39;s block.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3157363636973382625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-26-or-27th-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/3157363636973382625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/3157363636973382625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-26-or-27th-2011.html' title='August 26 or 27th 2011'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06893988154308029241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kYPKCWVoOijoEKyM6euh7SMLvpEImJOuRU2BvfSq5X7-99WTGfLr96EE7to9uMAT-GLl3opobM83yjp7I4vWCq1it53UpUMkKVGZ4oj4ra-ybWWAzcbu4b4_W-qWTdw/s220/Snapshot_20110903_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336233442430343371.post-850131834490770258</id><published>2011-08-27T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:57:51.293-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><title type='text'>Starting out...</title><content type='html'>Okay...I&#39;m sort of new at this blog stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are are some things about me:&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m 25, in college, I be my life(so far), My soon to be husband is well wonderful, and my middle finger is hurting. No, not what you think. It&#39;s from keyboarding class. I know you don&#39;t care to know about a normal&#39;s girl boring life, but what if I say what about her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m at at 3 something in the morning and &amp;nbsp;my life isn&#39;t were I want it yet. I want to be married and have a family. That is all the girl&#39;s dream back when I was smaller.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember hearing all the girls in middle school and up talking about marriage, kids, and homes. Me did I think that?&lt;br /&gt;
NO! I didn&#39;t want to married, I didn&#39;t want kids, and yes I wanted my house, but that is about it. Because I didn&#39;t want to be this woman tied down in one state called South Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;
I always dreamt of going to LA or Chicago....Did it happen? No! Do I care? NO!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I&#39;m like okay...I want to get married.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of my friends are well off with their families and I&#39;m sorta jealous of that. I really don&#39;t know why I would be. I am like you, (if your a girl reading this) I was that girl that stood behind all the people in the crowd. I was that girl that was a little bit overweight. Yes, I was that girl that had a stuttering problem. AND YES I was the girl that played video games all summer long, even in the school year. I guess what I am trying to say is that if you think your not good enough, get it out of your head right this instant.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m currently playing Chrono Cross. It&#39;s an old school.&amp;nbsp;Anyways, I give you a little personal input on me. I am going to get off for now. I promise these blogs won&#39;t be horribly long or&amp;nbsp;gratifyingly short. Have a safe day!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/feeds/850131834490770258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/starting-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/850131834490770258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336233442430343371/posts/default/850131834490770258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickersnlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/starting-out.html' title='Starting out...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06893988154308029241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kYPKCWVoOijoEKyM6euh7SMLvpEImJOuRU2BvfSq5X7-99WTGfLr96EE7to9uMAT-GLl3opobM83yjp7I4vWCq1it53UpUMkKVGZ4oj4ra-ybWWAzcbu4b4_W-qWTdw/s220/Snapshot_20110903_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>