<?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-6521177</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:02:05.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Taste of My Blood</title><subtitle type='html'>Dark</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-108439547612183937</id><published>2004-05-12T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T13:57:56.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconstructing My Life.</title><summary type='text'>Girl...I really want to try something new.Even if it means sitting in a different position...Watching T.V at a different angle...I have this weird mood every-so-often.It's hard to describe. But it's basically caused by the re-occuring of the same events over &amp; over again.It's like..*sighs*For example:You like to read. You have only one book to choose from. So, therefore; anytime you wish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108439547612183937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108439547612183937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108439547612183937' title='Reconstructing My Life.'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-108381456557855042</id><published>2004-05-05T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:40:31.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*.*';</title><summary type='text'>Girl...I feel lonely right now. I haven't felt lonely in 2 months. I normally get this way atleast once a month. I feel as if I'm all alone and no one cares about me. Of course, I know my mom and dad do. But, they created me. They are looking at a mini-them. So, they see no flaws in me and everyone should like me because I'm their "Little Pumpkin."The fact is, that isn't so. There are so many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108381456557855042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108381456557855042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108381456557855042' title='*.*&apos;;'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-108372615455908706</id><published>2004-05-04T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T20:06:59.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nat da Bug</title><summary type='text'>Girl...Hi NatashaI just wanted to say your name in my Blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108372615455908706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108372615455908706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108372615455908706' title='Nat da Bug'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-108370393162689995</id><published>2004-05-04T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T13:56:01.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>v.v</title><summary type='text'>Girl...I told him never to call me again. And he still harasses me. Why doesn't he just leave me alone? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108370393162689995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108370393162689995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108370393162689995' title='v.v'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-108345958167532873</id><published>2004-05-01T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T18:04:01.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound Of Musik</title><summary type='text'>I watched a play at Natasha's school. Mercy High. =-| Catholic school. lol. Well, why not? It's better than cheap bum teachers at Corning high and I have bad vocabulary Centennial.Instead of writting cuss words, I write "I have bad vocabulary." It makes it harder for you to guess which cuss word I was going to use.Anyway, Me had fun with Natasha. I feel bad for her. Wesly- some weird creepy guy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108345958167532873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108345958167532873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108345958167532873' title='The Sound Of Musik'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-108303839550434807</id><published>2004-04-26T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T21:04:08.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Japanese word are you? by gokumew2LJ UsernameYou are:Nozomi (wish)Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!What is a good quote for you? by grlinteruptedNameColorSay what??"If your going to get in trouble for it, you might as well do it."Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!Who were you in a past life? by Kat007Name:Birthdate:Favorite Color:Country:You were most probably:Lassie, yes the dogIf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108303839550434807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108303839550434807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108303839550434807' title=''/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-108303165249431517</id><published>2004-04-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:11:46.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been busy. I haven't been able to update my blogs or even go online. I guess the internet got a little bit boring to me, eh? "Dying Death Dead."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108303165249431517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108303165249431517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108303165249431517' title='Moi'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-108303138610720684</id><published>2004-04-26T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:07:19.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Fucking Brandini Quiz</title><summary type='text'>Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108303138610720684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/108303138610720684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108303138610720684' title='Take My Fucking Brandini Quiz'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107984008276676443</id><published>2004-03-20T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T19:38:05.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Ouch</title><summary type='text'>      I went horse back riding with Shastina-( A girl I knew, But just made friends with) She's a lot like me. As in the personality and looks. I swear! She looks a lot like me! Cept for the nose and teeth. I wish I has a small little button nose like hers. Oh well, least I know what I would've looked like with a cute nose. She's not religious. Which is a great thing. She hates religions pushers-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107984008276676443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107984008276676443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107984008276676443' title='Broken Ouch'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107949109878565985</id><published>2004-03-16T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T18:42:39.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose this is me..</title><summary type='text'>discover what candy you are @ quiz me"Dying Death Dead."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107949109878565985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107949109878565985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107949109878565985' title='I suppose this is me..'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107939216901725728</id><published>2004-03-15T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T15:12:44.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><summary type='text'>    BLUEYou give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.Find out your color at Quiz Me!"Dying Death Dead."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107939216901725728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107939216901725728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107939216901725728' title='Blue'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107819643150762410</id><published>2004-03-01T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T19:41:32.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x-I have an Odor-x</title><summary type='text'>Yep, I went to Monkey Boards(skateshop/hang-out/band performance place.)-This weekend. It was fun most of the time. Uhm, Ok, It was fun until maybe the middle portion of the show...I guess I'll just start from the beginning. As soon as I got there, I got greeted by Bryce, with a warm smile.. that fooney face. That made me feel positive. Entering Monkey Boards was strange. The people kept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107819643150762410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107819643150762410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107819643150762410' title='x-I have an Odor-x'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107784414341847209</id><published>2004-02-26T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T17:11:54.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Studying-</title><summary type='text'>I studied today. I'm now in a "Human Relations" book. I am actually interested in it. I have 3 books to read, all about the same length. Which is 40 pages. At the end of each other I do exams online. It's not that hard to accomplish. I'm also creating a higher self esteem about myself. It's great.I took a mini human relations quiz, to see how my relations are with people. Most of them I scored </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107784414341847209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107784414341847209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107784414341847209' title='-Studying-'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107773898870799564</id><published>2004-02-25T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:59:17.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do now..</title><summary type='text'>Uh.. I'm just thinking of what to do today. I didn't sleep good at all last night. Have no idea why. I could read some more today, but that's what I've been doing for the past 4 weeks. Doesn't matter...as long as I'm learning and interested in the book. I believe I've finished 2 books? I'm going on my 3rd now. Yeah..That's what I'll do.  "Dying Death Dead."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107773898870799564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107773898870799564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107773898870799564' title='What to do now..'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107768265141572159</id><published>2004-02-24T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:20:19.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha? Yo...Moi White? </title><summary type='text'>         How WHITE are you?    Brought to you by the good folks at sacwriters.com.    "Dying Death Dead."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107768265141572159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107768265141572159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107768265141572159' title='Wha? Yo...Moi White? '/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107768246550378635</id><published>2004-02-24T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:17:14.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Me</title><summary type='text'>         How ASIAN are you?    Brought to you by the good folks at sacwriters.com.    "Dying Death Dead."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107768246550378635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107768246550378635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107768246550378635' title='Asian Me'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107768185629504717</id><published>2004-02-24T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:07:05.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moist Rabbit O_O</title><summary type='text'>hophophop .. What are you? "Dying Death Dead."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107768185629504717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107768185629504717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107768185629504717' title='Moist Rabbit O_O'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107768132085412406</id><published>2004-02-24T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:58:08.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mew</title><summary type='text'>what's your battle cry? | mewing.net |  merchandise!"Dying Death Dead."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107768132085412406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107768132085412406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107768132085412406' title='Mew'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107768065224288335</id><published>2004-02-24T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:47:00.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horny?</title><summary type='text'>I'M 29.5% X-rated.  HOW HORNY ARE YOU?"Dying Death Dead."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107768065224288335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107768065224288335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107768065224288335' title='Horny?'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107767848004505810</id><published>2004-02-24T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:17:05.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low</title><summary type='text'>I feel bad for Natasha. She acts as if no one cares for her.. I do. I didn't care what people said about her. I know how that goes. People believed rumors about me which in turn, ruined my life.A girl named Marissa...Oh how I hate her..She would tell people my mom molested me, dad beat me, I fondled my dogs balls... &amp; guess what? People believed that. She's haunted me my whole school-life. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107767848004505810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107767848004505810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107767848004505810' title='Low'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107767607102269181</id><published>2004-02-24T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:30:39.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis0rders</title><summary type='text'>DisorderRatingParanoid:HighSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:ModerateAntisocial:LowBorderline:ModerateHistrionic:LowNarcissistic:ModerateAvoidant:ModerateDependent:ModerateObsessive-Compulsive:High-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --"Dying Death Dead."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107767607102269181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107767607102269181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107767607102269181' title='Dis0rders'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-10776030386740714</id><published>2004-02-23T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T22:13:26.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Cuts Deep</title><summary type='text'> So, it's finally hit me..I finally believe him..He really does love me. Now I feel obliviously stupid. I don't know how to respond to this..It's..rather shocking.I have to thank my friend Nat for defending me..and even stood up for my sister. That was suprising..Ben helped me out too. Gave me some funny's to laugh at. Of course, Sierra is helping me out right at the moment..So, I think I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/10776030386740714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/10776030386740714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#10776030386740714' title='Love Cuts Deep'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107758584099276714</id><published>2004-02-23T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T17:26:47.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><summary type='text'>|)ead-( Poem Written by, Brandy Waldrop.)Weak little child so lonely and confusedPicked on, whipped on, and sexually abusedChildren throw rocks at him Kick balls toward his faceBeat him with sticks t'ill he crys and begins to bleed all over the placeAll he ever wanted to do was fit inNow all the other children watch his bruised, blood covered bodyHis face was cut, black and blueNeck </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107758584099276714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107758584099276714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107758584099276714' title='Children'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107757077676393831</id><published>2004-02-23T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T13:19:01.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where ever you go...There you are.</title><summary type='text'>|)ead-Ugh...this morning is very boring. I have nothing to do. Tonight I'll do some studies. I suppose I'll clean this morning. My room is trashed. Last night I was in a pissy mood and threw stuff all over my bedroom. I think that was do to me being depressed. Lot's of things have been happening...That just shouldn't. Lately I've been meditating to relieve myself from everyday stresses. It works</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107757077676393831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107757077676393831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107757077676393831' title='&lt;em&gt;Where ever you go...There you are.&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107751504926660551</id><published>2004-02-22T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T21:46:54.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><summary type='text'>|)ead-Hiya Myself...How are you doing? Oh ..i'm doing good. Mighty fine actually. =-|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107751504926660551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107751504926660551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107751504926660551' title='First Post'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521177.post-107751406830428829</id><published>2004-02-22T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T21:30:34.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Feelings Inside I Hide</title><summary type='text'>|)ead-...............................................................................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107751406830428829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521177/posts/default/107751406830428829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zen-.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107751406830428829' title='Crying Feelings Inside I Hide'/><author><name>Stitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03581078887174761472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
