<?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-53365301871604722</id><updated>2024-09-04T21:46:44.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days in the Life of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>( self explanatory)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoladawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53365301871604722/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoladawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EnolaDawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862929225006265294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53365301871604722.post-4423688991627269762</id><published>2014-01-31T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-31T06:45:46.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>So I went to the circus last night for the littlest ones birthday. It was sorta fun. My aunt made me ignore Shane all night, which made him mad. I felt bad about it all night ignoring him like that it just added to how bad I felt about Shane. And to make it worse I had a horrible dream, Shane and I were at this party of sorts and we adopted a puppy I lost the puppy. So we spilt up to find him. He was hidden in the corner. I went to go meet up with him and took a side hallway . A woman who I guess was in charge. And she told me to clear out find a side room and hide until told otherwise. With knowing that Shane was out there I wanted to make sure he was ok, so I fought the crowd of frightened people and screaming Shane. Someone trying to calm me down said &quot;Hun, it&#39;s Shane.&quot; I couldn&#39;t calm down at that I couldn&#39;t figure if he was the cause of this chaos or is suffering from it. Which made me scream more. I just kept running and running to find him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FSFKZ0mLBM4/Uuu3F3Ktn_I/AAAAAAAAABw/pqz-vkiuhQ0/s640/blogger-image--1446730036.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FSFKZ0mLBM4/Uuu3F3Ktn_I/AAAAAAAAABw/pqz-vkiuhQ0/s640/blogger-image--1446730036.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoladawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4423688991627269762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoladawn.blogspot.com/2014/01/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53365301871604722/posts/default/4423688991627269762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53365301871604722/posts/default/4423688991627269762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoladawn.blogspot.com/2014/01/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>EnolaDawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862929225006265294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FSFKZ0mLBM4/Uuu3F3Ktn_I/AAAAAAAAABw/pqz-vkiuhQ0/s72-c/blogger-image--1446730036.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53365301871604722.post-4414283974612144005</id><published>2014-01-29T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-29T12:41:33.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shane...</title><content type='html'>So I&#39;m sitting here watching Netflix and I just got done talking to the boyfriend, (Shane) we talk at every chance we get. Well Sam (the ex) messages me, we talk a lot, and says hey beautiful just got your message I had no service all day. Is that bad that I allow him to call me besutiful?? Ugh, see if he lived closer we might even be together. He&#39;s a rapper isn&#39;t that bad? I broke up with him after he wrote me a rap on having sex with me. We never had sex. He&#39;s going to write me a new one he says he needs inspiration and he&#39;ll make a video when I break up with Shane. I love Shane I think. I feel I&#39;m leading him on we have no future, or maybe we do but I&#39;m too young to think that far ahead. If anyone ever does read this id love some advice here?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoladawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4414283974612144005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoladawn.blogspot.com/2014/01/shane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53365301871604722/posts/default/4414283974612144005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53365301871604722/posts/default/4414283974612144005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoladawn.blogspot.com/2014/01/shane.html' title='Shane...'/><author><name>EnolaDawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862929225006265294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53365301871604722.post-1572024076285650796</id><published>2014-01-29T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-29T09:32:43.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well here&#39;s to my first blog, I honestly don&#39;t expect anyone to ever read this. Just in case everyone in my everyday life will have code names. (Kinda like I&#39;m surrounded by spies, from some &quot;b rated&quot; movie)</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoladawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1572024076285650796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoladawn.blogspot.com/2014/01/well-heres-to-my-first-blog-i-honestly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53365301871604722/posts/default/1572024076285650796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53365301871604722/posts/default/1572024076285650796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoladawn.blogspot.com/2014/01/well-heres-to-my-first-blog-i-honestly.html' title='Well here&#39;s to my first blog, I honestly don&#39;t expect anyone to ever read this. Just in case everyone in my everyday life will have code names. (Kinda like I&#39;m surrounded by spies, from some &quot;b rated&quot; movie)'/><author><name>EnolaDawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862929225006265294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>