<?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-8977077889664299482</id><updated>2011-10-26T00:20:26.683-07:00</updated><category term='indecisive'/><title type='text'>OBLIVIATE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-6514045562252546527</id><published>2011-10-26T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:20:26.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get too attached to 'friends'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Everybody&lt;/span&gt; has the capability to fuck you over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-6514045562252546527?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6514045562252546527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-get-too-attached-to-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/6514045562252546527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/6514045562252546527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-get-too-attached-to-friends.html' title='Don&apos;t get too attached to &apos;friends&apos;'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-3595741019746905696</id><published>2011-10-25T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:19:34.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;If you come at me hella foul, I will come at you with my foot up your ass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I fight back. I don’t let anyone step all over me like that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-3595741019746905696?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3595741019746905696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-come-at-me-hella-foul-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/3595741019746905696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/3595741019746905696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-come-at-me-hella-foul-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-1172800410163638564</id><published>2011-10-23T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T05:25:35.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I envy those people in real relationships. And when I say real, i don’t mean those relationships that only last weeks or months. I meant those relationships that you know will last a lifetime. The ones that are pretty obvious to distinguish that the two people are truly meant for each other, that they are bound to one another. Those relationships make me feel so lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-1172800410163638564?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1172800410163638564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-envy-those-people-in-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/1172800410163638564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/1172800410163638564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-envy-those-people-in-real.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-1119243883318030033</id><published>2011-10-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T05:26:18.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a serious note,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;My life isn’t perfect. I get stressed &amp;amp; have struggles here &amp;amp; there, &amp;amp; I don’t have “everything” that I would like to have. But what I do have is a roof over my head, caring parents, food on the table, a college i go to, good friends etc. I don’t know about you, but that’s all that I need to be happy. You can’t always be selfish. Didn’t get the shoes you’ve been waiting for? Others have to walk barefooted. Didn’t get the clothes you wanted? Others wear the same clothes for days on end. Didn’t like the food your mom made? Others have to dig through trashcans in hopes to find a grain of rice just to have something in their stomachs. If you think you got it bad, take the time to count the shit you have in your life that others would dream about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-1119243883318030033?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1119243883318030033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-serious-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/1119243883318030033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/1119243883318030033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-serious-note.html' title='on a serious note,'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-4431309901844784535</id><published>2011-10-22T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T04:34:21.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time heal all wounds ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;But exactly how long is it going to take? How much longer do I have to wait until it stops hurting? How much longer until I’m able to move on? I’d really like to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i guess 5 months is just too soon&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-4431309901844784535?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4431309901844784535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-heal-all-wounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/4431309901844784535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/4431309901844784535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-heal-all-wounds.html' title='Time heal all wounds ?'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-6960495625048110058</id><published>2011-10-21T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T05:23:27.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Don’t you just hate it when the person you always talk to just suddenly stops talking to you. It leaves you with that uncertain feeling. How come it’s so easy for that person to just replace me like that when it takes me awhile to forget about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-6960495625048110058?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6960495625048110058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-you-just-hate-it-when-person-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/6960495625048110058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/6960495625048110058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-you-just-hate-it-when-person-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-7299442548507923840</id><published>2011-10-20T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:33:14.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And just like that.. Everything hits you. All the memories, the pain, the laughter, the tears, the joy, and the past comes rushing back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Emotions taking over me. Every word spoken, every action done.. The good and bad times we shared, playing over and over in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;All of a sudden, I realize how much I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I miss you like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-7299442548507923840?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7299442548507923840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-just-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/7299442548507923840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/7299442548507923840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-8216662892238111273</id><published>2011-10-20T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:24:07.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate when conversations die out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;At first, you guys have a good conversation and something to talk about. But then, after a while the conversation dies out. I hate when that happens. In the beginning it start’s good, in the ending you guys just have nothing to say and that just makes the conversation boring. When you talk to me try to keep up a good conversation, that’s all I ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-8216662892238111273?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8216662892238111273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-when-conversations-die-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/8216662892238111273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/8216662892238111273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-when-conversations-die-out.html' title='I hate when conversations die out.'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-5780860595462773443</id><published>2011-10-20T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:24:45.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You are who you hang out with"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I used to always disagree with this. I always use to think “Why would it matter what kind of person they are?” I finally come to acceptance with this term. Looking back, I can understand why this sentence make sense. I noticed how certain things would happen around a certain group of people. The right surrounding can effect so many aspects of your life. When you realize it, make sure you choose the right choice. It’s another one of those choices that choose which path you go down. Think carefully and make the right decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-5780860595462773443?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5780860595462773443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-who-you-hang-out-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/5780860595462773443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/5780860595462773443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-who-you-hang-out-with.html' title='&quot;You are who you hang out with&quot;'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-1638083747477495537</id><published>2011-10-20T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T06:00:27.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hate giving advice to people who ask me what I think but don’t pay mind to anything that I’ve had to say. Like why even bother asking me if everything that I have to say just goes in one ear and out the other? Waste of breath, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-1638083747477495537?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1638083747477495537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/1638083747477495537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/1638083747477495537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/yeah.html' title='yeah'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-4890520788068635289</id><published>2011-10-19T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:53:00.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I’m complicated, insecure, stubborn, and indecisive. I don’t always know what I want and what to choose. I complain. I am hard to figure out most times. I have flaws. But if you can’t accept that, you have to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-4890520788068635289?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4890520788068635289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-complicated-insecure-stubborn-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/4890520788068635289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/4890520788068635289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-complicated-insecure-stubborn-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-2656981227031685005</id><published>2011-10-19T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:15:43.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay so....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fdfdfd; line-height: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I’m sorry, but there are just people that I don’t like without even knowing them personally. Yeah, I know that you can’t right off the bat judge someone without even getting to know them, etc, etc… But there’s times where you just don’t like someone for many reason without having to know the person. It’s those reasons that bulid up in your mind, making you to think that. Which is why I first impressions are a big thing. Make the wrong move, &amp;amp; you’re gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-2656981227031685005?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2656981227031685005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2656981227031685005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2656981227031685005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so.html' title='okay so....'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-2818491608152137188</id><published>2011-10-19T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:13:03.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I get along really well with people who are easy to talk to. No awkward moments and you can never run out of anything to talk about. People who can keep a decent conversation going. I’m really social, but if you’re an awkward person, I’ll be one too. If you’re going to reply with one worded replies or something boring, expect me to end our conversation sometime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-2818491608152137188?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2818491608152137188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-get-along-really-well-with-people-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2818491608152137188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2818491608152137188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-get-along-really-well-with-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-2221402588683597911</id><published>2011-10-19T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:13:58.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; i need a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;bigger font&lt;/span&gt;. haha lulz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-2221402588683597911?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2221402588683597911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-i-need-bigger-font.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2221402588683597911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2221402588683597911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-i-need-bigger-font.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-2700016783439139931</id><published>2011-10-19T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:12:36.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I understand that you're mad and upset</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;But that doesn’t give you the fucking rights to take it out on me, especially when I’m not the reason behind why you’re angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-2700016783439139931?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2700016783439139931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-understand-that-youre-mad-and-upset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2700016783439139931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2700016783439139931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-understand-that-youre-mad-and-upset.html' title='I understand that you&apos;re mad and upset'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-517055375327991358</id><published>2011-10-19T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:13:20.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I tend to get jealous &lt;b&gt;extremely&lt;/b&gt; easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-517055375327991358?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/517055375327991358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-tend-to-get-jealous-extremely-easily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/517055375327991358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/517055375327991358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-tend-to-get-jealous-extremely-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-6909150091680229696</id><published>2011-10-19T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:08:50.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Don’t wait for an apology. Be the bigger person and talk to them first. Half of the time they don’t even know they hurt you so explain it to them. If they reject you then its their own fault, you did your part. Let it go and move on. It goes to show who’s the mature one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;lololol i always contradict my self. damn it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-6909150091680229696?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6909150091680229696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-wait-for-apology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/6909150091680229696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/6909150091680229696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-wait-for-apology.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-357340562715060311</id><published>2011-10-19T00:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T00:38:51.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate people who bail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fdfdfd; line-height: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Yeah, I’ll understand if you do it here &amp;amp; there for good reasons, but when you do it on purpose &amp;amp; with no reasons at all, then you have a problem. Especially, when you’re the one who thought of the plan in the first place. I got ready for you. So, what am I supposed to do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fdfdfd; color: #272727; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-357340562715060311?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/357340562715060311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-people-who-bail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/357340562715060311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/357340562715060311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-people-who-bail.html' title='I hate people who bail'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-1922125990862289106</id><published>2011-10-19T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T00:37:42.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I hate when “random” people pop up in an&amp;nbsp;argument&amp;nbsp;or problem. Are you trying to get yourself into some drama? If it has nothing to do with you, don’t butt into it. Unless, you’re brought into it. Because honestly, you look stupid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-1922125990862289106?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1922125990862289106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-when-random-people-pop-up-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/1922125990862289106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/1922125990862289106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-when-random-people-pop-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-6069154217276503243</id><published>2011-10-17T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:48:25.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I hope no one can truthfully say that i am a &lt;strike&gt;bad&lt;/strike&gt; friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-6069154217276503243?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6069154217276503243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hope-no-one-can-truthfully-say-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/6069154217276503243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/6069154217276503243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hope-no-one-can-truthfully-say-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-4762459109407274240</id><published>2011-10-17T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:45:24.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisive'/><title type='text'>I like you for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;So, i had second thoughts about you but really, I like you because of your personality, the way you are. The way you get me to feel around you. Your looks are a bonus. But the real prize is your personality. I guess you could say your looks got me hooked &amp;amp; your personality reeled me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-4762459109407274240?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4762459109407274240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-like-you-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/4762459109407274240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/4762459109407274240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-like-you-for-you.html' title='I like you for you'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-3082621748174063667</id><published>2011-10-17T21:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:52:20.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Okay so if you’re wondering why almost everyone dislikes you, step back, and take a look at yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;First off, you lie about everything. You’re constantly running your mouth about things that you shouldn’t be talking about, and when you get caught up, you lie about it. You make ridiculous shit that nobody believes because you’re just full of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Second, you’re cocky. It’s reached the point where it’s not even confidence anymore. It’s just cockiness. You act like you’re the best at everything, when truthfully you aren’t. You act like you’re a player, when again— you aren’t.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Third, you’re a kiss ass and you’re fake. Let’s face it. Nobody likes that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;omg why am i saying this. shit. shit. shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-3082621748174063667?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3082621748174063667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-if-youre-wondering-why-almost_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/3082621748174063667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/3082621748174063667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-if-youre-wondering-why-almost_17.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-8043203644708481713</id><published>2011-10-17T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:38:33.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not happy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;"&gt;but then again, I don’t know what makes me happy anymore.&amp;nbsp;Everything just seems too much now a days. Let’s just say i’m giving up on being happy. It’s only&amp;nbsp;temporarily&amp;nbsp;anyways. sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-8043203644708481713?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8043203644708481713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/8043203644708481713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/8043203644708481713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-happy.html' title='I&apos;m not happy,'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-5488249790653712319</id><published>2011-10-17T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:21:19.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I'M HAPPY FOR YOU TWO !&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strike style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Lol jk, you should have been mine. All mine. mine. mine mine MINE !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-5488249790653712319?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5488249790653712319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-happy-for-you-two-lol-jk-you-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/5488249790653712319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/5488249790653712319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-happy-for-you-two-lol-jk-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-4516275281510218783</id><published>2011-10-17T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:12:33.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the person you have feelings for, like someone else</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I hate this feeling but I never wanna confront the person because I don’t wanna ruin our friendship bond or cockblock. It’s hard to not think about you. It’s hard to try and restrain myself from talking to you. I just wish you felt the same way that i do and knew I feel&amp;nbsp;this way about you. I wish you actually cared about me like the way I care about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-4516275281510218783?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4516275281510218783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/seeing-person-you-have-feelings-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/4516275281510218783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/4516275281510218783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/seeing-person-you-have-feelings-for.html' title='Seeing the person you have feelings for, like someone else'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-8697450261145229671</id><published>2011-10-17T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:03:47.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="blogtitle" style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 16px; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #343657;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #343657;"&gt; WHEN THERE’S &lt;strike&gt;PISS&lt;/strike&gt; ON THE TOILET SEAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-8697450261145229671?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8697450261145229671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-when-theres-piss-on-toilet-seat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/8697450261145229671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/8697450261145229671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-when-theres-piss-on-toilet-seat.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-2799600019598878113</id><published>2011-10-17T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T08:32:40.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM THE WALKING DEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-2799600019598878113?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2799600019598878113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-walking-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2799600019598878113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2799600019598878113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-walking-dead.html' title='I AM THE WALKING DEAD'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-8802735074189240534</id><published>2011-10-17T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T08:28:38.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't diss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;When I see other teenagers disrespect their parents. You know what I hate even more? when the parents just stand there and let them; simply because they love their child. Been there and i have fucking done that. Come on, learn how to respect the two people who will care for you the most out of anyone in the world. The ones that will always be there for you even when you’re at fault.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Don’t take what you have for granted because it can disappear before you even know it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-8802735074189240534?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8802735074189240534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-diss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/8802735074189240534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/8802735074189240534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-diss.html' title='don&apos;t diss'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-8846777046929539236</id><published>2011-10-17T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:52:42.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;phone with my ex. lol ex ? haha. i enjoy blowing kisses with this guy. aww i miss him tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-8846777046929539236?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8846777046929539236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/phone-with-my-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/8846777046929539236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/8846777046929539236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/phone-with-my-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-5603586387257798902</id><published>2011-10-17T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:15:53.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF I TELL YOU I'LL BE THERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I will stick to my words. I’ll be there for you when you’re at your weakest, I’ll try my best to pick you up when you’re down, I’ll give you a shoulder to lean on when you feel like you have completely reached your breaking point and I promise I won’t walk out on your life without an reasonable explanation, because I know how badly it hurts to have someone tell you they will always be there for you, but ends up leaving anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-5603586387257798902?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5603586387257798902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-i-tell-you-ill-be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/5603586387257798902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/5603586387257798902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-i-tell-you-ill-be-there.html' title='IF I TELL YOU I&apos;LL BE THERE'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-2066438076746537276</id><published>2011-10-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:42:27.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;If someone actually tried to steal my phone from me, I will attack the shit out of them because people just don’t understand… My phone is my baby. I would deck them in the face so hard, so many times. hahahha lololol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-2066438076746537276?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2066438076746537276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-someone-actually-tried-to-steal-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2066438076746537276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/2066438076746537276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-someone-actually-tried-to-steal-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-5471926575906620111</id><published>2011-10-17T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:39:20.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Some girls are really shady. They’ll talk to you like as if you’re her best friend or something. Next thing you know, they’re doing something to&amp;nbsp;sabotage&amp;nbsp;your life. They interfere with your love life, spread&amp;nbsp;false&amp;nbsp;rumors about you, hate you&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;other people hate you, etc. It’s ridiculous, but I mean who’s actually “real” now-a-days. &lt;i&gt;me ? i don't think so.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-5471926575906620111?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5471926575906620111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-girls-are-really-shady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/5471926575906620111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/5471926575906620111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-girls-are-really-shady.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-5775754492797588512</id><published>2011-10-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:43:16.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I’m honest. I’ll be straight up with you. I won’t sugar coat my words. But sometimes I unintentionally come off as rude. I won’t lie to you when you want me to tell you the truth. Don’t even bother to expect me to be nice all the time. I’ll be like &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; if I have to knock some sense into you. If you’re willing to be my friend, be aware that I’m like this. Otherwise, don’t waste my time as well as yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-5775754492797588512?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5775754492797588512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-honest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/5775754492797588512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/5775754492797588512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-6345485357465306444</id><published>2011-10-17T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:44:16.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE SICK PUPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Yeah, I think I’m going to be a hopeless romantic tonight and watch romantic comedies while I sip on my hot milo and cuddle up in bed til I fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-6345485357465306444?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6345485357465306444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-sick-puppy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/6345485357465306444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/6345485357465306444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-sick-puppy.html' title='LOVE SICK PUPPY'/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977077889664299482.post-254394936551448230</id><published>2011-10-17T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:53:34.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;“Nothing lasts forever.” No matter how much you don’t want to follow through with that statement, it’s true. A relationship, a friendship, your life. It all ends. Life is life, and there will be obstacles, but know that once you over come it, there will be other people behind you struggling. You’re just one step ahead of the game. Stop staying stuck behind with the other people, and move on because nothing will ever stay the same forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8977077889664299482-254394936551448230?l=lovenixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/feeds/254394936551448230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-lasts-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/254394936551448230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8977077889664299482/posts/default/254394936551448230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenixie.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>nixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905403625293008473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5BOHwpkB5Y/Tp7mgkyIUTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Unplumh0WAo/s220/final.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
