<?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-3416701168176088931</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:59:53.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of Speech</title><subtitle type='html'>My crazy thoughts now have a living room :D yippee!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416701168176088931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464044880628230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V15FX2j1OQU/STOIONwHD-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZLbXA7crpU/S220/n57700658_31065094_4395.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416701168176088931.post-3976631962433363660</id><published>2009-04-26T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:21:29.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its been awhile ;)</title><content type='html'>yo yo yo my peeps....all 3 *maybe, i think i'm pushing it* of the peeps that follow me.&lt;div&gt;ok so last blog it was all being sad about missing this douche that i dated, and when i say douche i mean a very douchey douche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now i have a bf (boyfriend) who is all but one of the things on my yay boy! next boy list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. computer geek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. knows how to fix lots of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. likes some type of star wars or star trek thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. carries on really dumb conversations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. black frame glasses (this is the one that he does not have)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. shy, but outgoing at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok....i might be weird :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway! i really like him and he makes me smile and he calls me princess *swoon*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he is very very respectful of me which is so so sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still not letting down my guard! or loving tons again. I will be strong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm washing my clothes and seriously i have 7 loads of clothes to wash, no where to hang the ones that are already clean and i went shopping again yesterday. By shopping i mean S H O P P I N G like i went crazy :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jade, oh that is the bf"s name, and i are watching The Notebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that movie is one of those stupid movies that creates an idea in your head! It ninjas your brain all over the place! Like it makes all those girls be mean to their boyfriends! because they are all swoony or whatever all the time.....anyway i don't really take to the "chick flick" thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did watch the new Bond.....James Bond with jade and it was sooooo good!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to sleep in my squishy bed tonight!!!!! YIPPEEE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416701168176088931-3976631962433363660?l=supertish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/feeds/3976631962433363660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416701168176088931&amp;postID=3976631962433363660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416701168176088931/posts/default/3976631962433363660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416701168176088931/posts/default/3976631962433363660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='its been awhile ;)'/><author><name>Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464044880628230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V15FX2j1OQU/STOIONwHD-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZLbXA7crpU/S220/n57700658_31065094_4395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416701168176088931.post-4465890136577281564</id><published>2008-12-02T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:16:51.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dude</title><content type='html'>so much drama in the LBC..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416701168176088931-4465890136577281564?l=supertish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/feeds/4465890136577281564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416701168176088931&amp;postID=4465890136577281564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416701168176088931/posts/default/4465890136577281564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416701168176088931/posts/default/4465890136577281564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/2008/12/dude.html' title='dude'/><author><name>Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464044880628230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V15FX2j1OQU/STOIONwHD-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZLbXA7crpU/S220/n57700658_31065094_4395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416701168176088931.post-1340203339301323054</id><published>2008-12-02T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:11:49.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>Love is......&lt;div&gt;L = leave him alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O = other boys out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V = very very confusing at all times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E = everyone gets sucked into the love trap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it so sad that i believe love is a bunch of crap that was made up by the media...love is not like movies or poems or WHATEVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is hard...and scary...and painful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've often said "I would rather not want to feel that much love again than to feel that much pain"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad but true. My heart was stolen and torn to pieces a while ago.  I will not let myself love that much again. ever. ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i will always be poetic about it in my heart.  &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/3416701168176088931-1340203339301323054?l=supertish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/feeds/1340203339301323054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416701168176088931&amp;postID=1340203339301323054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416701168176088931/posts/default/1340203339301323054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416701168176088931/posts/default/1340203339301323054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464044880628230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V15FX2j1OQU/STOIONwHD-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZLbXA7crpU/S220/n57700658_31065094_4395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416701168176088931.post-8891594063281312634</id><published>2008-12-02T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:36:37.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My yesterday and today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;So im pretty influential.....because my bff just skipped class on the action of me saying "you should just skip." She said it may not be good to skip class in college, but it is. Its ok. I know this people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im reading a book called "The Shack" not shaft (and this was confused with someone, i wont go in to the story of "The Shaft") But no...so anyways!!! Its really good that is what i mostly did today besides getting a pedicure AND fighting with my beloved mother :D yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday was eventful Wanda (my grandmother) and I went christmas shopping a little then me and my bestie went shopping again and got peace sign necklaces! yipee! so now we have bff rings, bracelets, and necklaces.....does this mean we are lame???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok so Taryn is going to class....im not influential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*tear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok she is really going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are arguing about not going, you can tell she wants to stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yep shes gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GONE OUT OF MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what am i going to do with myself now????!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walow i reckon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eason, taryns brother, is rolling around in the floor saying something weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite frankly, im worried for him and a little scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&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/3416701168176088931-8891594063281312634?l=supertish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/feeds/8891594063281312634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416701168176088931&amp;postID=8891594063281312634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416701168176088931/posts/default/8891594063281312634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416701168176088931/posts/default/8891594063281312634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-yesterday-and-today.html' title='My yesterday and today'/><author><name>Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464044880628230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V15FX2j1OQU/STOIONwHD-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZLbXA7crpU/S220/n57700658_31065094_4395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416701168176088931.post-5243512705274148836</id><published>2008-11-30T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:02:25.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think i just told him i miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yep, i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thats ok, at least he knows that hey...i miss you....not missing anyone else you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love to text though...it's easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;except sometimes i think, are they being sarcastic or what? I mean was that mean text formatting and all? or where you just busy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;electric blankets are really super duper warm, like really im about to catch on fire. This can't be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me save my legs...hang on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saved! whew! i'm surprised my little dog hasn't caught on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That would be...baaad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok so Im listening to this song called "You were the last high" by Dandy Warhols....awesome band...and it is a neat-o song ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok now im freezing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*gets back under covers and attempts catching on fire*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I realize. I am sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot say why, because i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"sweet like candy to my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet you rock and sweet you roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im so lost. for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't you come crash into me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i'll come into you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok i'm thinking sleep now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im off for the next 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What shall i do?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&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/3416701168176088931-5243512705274148836?l=supertish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/feeds/5243512705274148836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416701168176088931&amp;postID=5243512705274148836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416701168176088931/posts/default/5243512705274148836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416701168176088931/posts/default/5243512705274148836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertish.blogspot.com/2008/11/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05597464044880628230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V15FX2j1OQU/STOIONwHD-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZLbXA7crpU/S220/n57700658_31065094_4395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
