<?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-1135225440417137347</id><updated>2024-09-13T08:18:21.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m awesome; and everyone else is a smelly.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135225440417137347/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KittyKitty51109</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432750351443039025</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/AVvXsEg7Ceid-t6VKHqgbcEVc_yfJhrWm1MLNo7qhpBPsz2iEwhtcxIiPjJoHqqSonEIle0Uz84Z3PBzJjy8dzV4Cc6Ln7U1a0Xo8OTPtH4BMxvtHigTK8uRL2C6qypBndEu_g/s220/puppy.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>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135225440417137347.post-6509297158403946219</id><published>2011-02-07T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:22:18.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>Kinda meh about the whole game, all that was good was the food,&amp;nbsp; friends, and the vodka.&amp;nbsp; =]&lt;br /&gt;
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any complaints on the out come?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/feeds/6509297158403946219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-bowl.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135225440417137347/posts/default/6509297158403946219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135225440417137347/posts/default/6509297158403946219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-bowl.html' title='Super Bowl'/><author><name>KittyKitty51109</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432750351443039025</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/AVvXsEg7Ceid-t6VKHqgbcEVc_yfJhrWm1MLNo7qhpBPsz2iEwhtcxIiPjJoHqqSonEIle0Uz84Z3PBzJjy8dzV4Cc6Ln7U1a0Xo8OTPtH4BMxvtHigTK8uRL2C6qypBndEu_g/s220/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135225440417137347.post-8951213405126294930</id><published>2011-02-05T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:55:11.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you&#39;re a senior citizen, stop driving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you are a senior citizen you should have to pass a driving test like every two years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is my reason why:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While driving to work I was in the left lane, some one ahead of me some one in the right lane.&amp;nbsp; (You can only go left or right) So car in front of me turns.&amp;nbsp; I then go to turn, 60some years old crazy bitch turns &lt;u&gt;LEFT&lt;/u&gt; from the &lt;u&gt;RIGHT TURNING LANE&lt;/u&gt;.Almost hits me and my car.&amp;nbsp; I hate old people drivers.&amp;nbsp; That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/feeds/8951213405126294930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-youre-senior-citizen-stop-driving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135225440417137347/posts/default/8951213405126294930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135225440417137347/posts/default/8951213405126294930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-youre-senior-citizen-stop-driving.html' title='If you&#39;re a senior citizen, stop driving.'/><author><name>KittyKitty51109</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432750351443039025</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/AVvXsEg7Ceid-t6VKHqgbcEVc_yfJhrWm1MLNo7qhpBPsz2iEwhtcxIiPjJoHqqSonEIle0Uz84Z3PBzJjy8dzV4Cc6Ln7U1a0Xo8OTPtH4BMxvtHigTK8uRL2C6qypBndEu_g/s220/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135225440417137347.post-5381397667487319213</id><published>2011-02-03T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:05:20.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>So the weather man called for this epic storm, I&#39;m talking the biggest storm in 30years. Well the storm didn&#39;t come.&amp;nbsp; Not going to lie, I&#39;m pretty disappointed.&amp;nbsp; However we got a shit ton of ice, so I guess that&#39;s something atleast.&amp;nbsp; Anywho I ended up having a snow from my junior student teaching.&amp;nbsp; (I go to college to be a teacher, dual degree, and some other fancy sounding shit)&amp;nbsp; AND there was a snow day at the college, but I didn&#39;t have to drive out there anyways.&amp;nbsp; So meh to that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;So I&#39;m fancy and I work at Target, none of the Walmart, I&#39;m classy.&amp;nbsp; So since this epic storm didn&#39;t come I assumed it would be a normal day at work cashing everyone out blah blah blah, well no one came.&amp;nbsp; Pathetic.&amp;nbsp; Although I got to do fun jobs, act important and work customer service and front end.&amp;nbsp; And I was sent home early.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;So I came home did a timeline project for one of my methods classes.&amp;nbsp; It turned out pretty good if I may say so myself.&amp;nbsp; Buuuut then the teacher sent us an email saying class today was optional.&amp;nbsp; As oppose to waking up at 6, getting ready, go to school until 11, come home and then work til 1030, I took my optional day.&amp;nbsp; So now I&#39;m just being lazy, playing with the puppy, missing the boyfriend until work.&amp;nbsp; Ahh what a day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/feeds/5381397667487319213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135225440417137347/posts/default/5381397667487319213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135225440417137347/posts/default/5381397667487319213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>KittyKitty51109</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432750351443039025</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/AVvXsEg7Ceid-t6VKHqgbcEVc_yfJhrWm1MLNo7qhpBPsz2iEwhtcxIiPjJoHqqSonEIle0Uz84Z3PBzJjy8dzV4Cc6Ln7U1a0Xo8OTPtH4BMxvtHigTK8uRL2C6qypBndEu_g/s220/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135225440417137347.post-4487289285088718343</id><published>2011-02-01T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:04:54.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we say Canadian Tuxedo?</title><content type='html'>So I&#39;m sitting in my English class, fml right? And I&#39;m bored out of my mind so I then take a look at the morons outfit.&amp;nbsp; He is wearing, brown cowboy boots, charcoal dress pants, a navy and silver striped tie, and here&#39;s the icing on the cake, a &quot;dress&quot; jean button down shirt.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, like who wears that?&amp;nbsp; Does the man not own a mirror.&amp;nbsp; This isn&#39;t even in the sense of &quot;like oh my god he has such bad fashion,&quot; but more along the lines of common freaking sense.&amp;nbsp; Goodness. Well I have homework to do, a time line about football to make, some yawn filled reading, and spending good ol time with Target later.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/feeds/4487289285088718343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-we-say-canadian-tuxedo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135225440417137347/posts/default/4487289285088718343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135225440417137347/posts/default/4487289285088718343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-we-say-canadian-tuxedo.html' title='Can we say Canadian Tuxedo?'/><author><name>KittyKitty51109</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432750351443039025</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/AVvXsEg7Ceid-t6VKHqgbcEVc_yfJhrWm1MLNo7qhpBPsz2iEwhtcxIiPjJoHqqSonEIle0Uz84Z3PBzJjy8dzV4Cc6Ln7U1a0Xo8OTPtH4BMxvtHigTK8uRL2C6qypBndEu_g/s220/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135225440417137347.post-6893330488974072994</id><published>2011-01-31T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:35:04.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy People of Society.</title><content type='html'>So, I&#39;m wondering why people are so lazy.&amp;nbsp; I mean seriously how does some one walk around the entire store and just decided at check out hey i don&#39;t want this shit, and then they leave it in front of the cashier like next to the gum.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, epic fail.&amp;nbsp; But then again there&#39;s also people who leave Tim Hortons or Starbucks coffee cups right in the aisles on shelves.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Are you all of a sudden to lazy to throw it out?&amp;nbsp; Like, I just saw this at Walmart, and I would complain saying it&#39;s just Walmart people, but I work at Target, and people are that lazy there too.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/feeds/6893330488974072994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/2011/01/lazy-people-of-society.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135225440417137347/posts/default/6893330488974072994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135225440417137347/posts/default/6893330488974072994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitty51109.blogspot.com/2011/01/lazy-people-of-society.html' title='Lazy People of Society.'/><author><name>KittyKitty51109</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432750351443039025</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/AVvXsEg7Ceid-t6VKHqgbcEVc_yfJhrWm1MLNo7qhpBPsz2iEwhtcxIiPjJoHqqSonEIle0Uz84Z3PBzJjy8dzV4Cc6Ln7U1a0Xo8OTPtH4BMxvtHigTK8uRL2C6qypBndEu_g/s220/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>