<?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-6168140970755029325</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:27:17.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What i am or mean</title><subtitle type='html'>I really dont know what to say, so here goes. one of my best friends asked me just the other day, how would you descripe yourself in one word? and to tell you the truth i had no idea. im a mystery huh? so today i was so bored that i made this. can anyone help me deside wht i am?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovveyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168140970755029325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovveyouu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13098939503090077712</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168140970755029325.post-7439036851920479398</id><published>2009-09-18T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:06:45.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAYYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;On may 16th i turn a year older. i love gifts, but mostly all i get is a card. only one person was so kind to give me a present. Vince. I love himm so much. even thouu idk where he went, but thats ohkk. he was like my first love you knoo? he gave me a blue butterfly necklace, and i lost it over the summer. i was so sad. but i found it, and i wear it like everyday.. hannah makes funna me but poo on youu hanny. "it dosnt match" who gives a flying poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168140970755029325-7439036851920479398?l=lovveyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovveyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7439036851920479398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovveyouu.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-birthdayyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168140970755029325/posts/default/7439036851920479398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168140970755029325/posts/default/7439036851920479398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovveyouu.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-birthdayyy.html' title='MY BIRTHDAYYY'/><author><name>Kells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13098939503090077712</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168140970755029325.post-6587729751761811359</id><published>2009-09-18T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:02:35.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What i look for in guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In guys i look for nice,sweet,sensitive,funny,charming,cute, and just for you ashlee, a good butt. But most of the time, guys arent what you want. but when your alone there everything you want. they act ubnoxious when they are around their friends, but when just with you, they are as sweet as they can be, and how can you not like them then???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168140970755029325-6587729751761811359?l=lovveyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovveyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/6587729751761811359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovveyouu.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-look-for-in-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168140970755029325/posts/default/6587729751761811359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168140970755029325/posts/default/6587729751761811359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovveyouu.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-look-for-in-guys.html' title='What i look for in guys'/><author><name>Kells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13098939503090077712</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
