<?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-8195956960329085839</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:26:46.449-07:00</updated><category term='music'/><title type='text'>mKk | bl0g</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the story of a girl who will one day save the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MsKittenK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724412784176074933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwDkTZv9sa0/SDoikSgWQKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rG0yypyld_Q/S220/n2541911_40333286_5932.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195956960329085839.post-3590197197869923574</id><published>2010-01-04T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:45:39.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roller coaster's going down down down</title><content type='html'>It's really hard to keep my mood high all the time, or at least keep it high enough to stay just under the radar. I was better at it when I was younger, now I'm just growing tired and I give up on it more easily. I shut down and walk away, take some time to myself then brush myself off and return like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately it's been like a roller coaster. The highs are amazing and joyous and exciting.. but the lows are hell. There was a pause when I got off the ride but it felt empty, now that I'm back on it my stomach's turning. Heading to another low again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things I forgave when I swore to myself years ago that I would never, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; forgive anyone for anything. I feel like those things are coming back to bite me in the ass and ridicule me for being such a fool. Only fools forgive people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Queen and I&lt;/span&gt; by Gym Class Heroes is playing. How appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take a vacation. I've too many obstacles in my way though (lack of funds, time, etc) and I realize that no matter how long I run away for, I have to come back eventually even if I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, how I wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Queen and I" by Gym Class Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love it how she breathes booze in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And, it's so sexy how she can't remember last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made the fatal mistake lettin' her drink again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but who the hell am I to tell her how to live her life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you could put dumb in a shotglass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just another lush who's had one too many and when plenty's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see you stand there, I'll settle for anything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything's better than lettin' her THINK she could do better than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She'll come around eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause baby girl's a queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the queen's just a pawn with a bunch of fancy moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she's made me a fiend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm goin' through withdrawal, but I got nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no, (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's at the bottom of that bottle (HEY! HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's only one more swallow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From being, oh so hollow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hey! Hey! Hey!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bravo, (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's at the bottom of that bottle (HEY! HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's only one more swallow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From being, oh so hollow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HEY! HEY! HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I find it funny she can never find her car keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Immediately after telling me she can't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She makes the cutest faces when she screams obscenities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And slurs her words because she's never not inebriated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the front page headline read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let that girl go, you know you can do better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's bad, but the fact that you can't have her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the reason you sweat her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let her take advantage of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like them other dudes let her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You better cut your losses now buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause baby girl's a queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the queen's just a pawn with a bunch of fancy moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she's made me a fiend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm goin' through withdrawal, but I got nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no, (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's at the bottom of that bottle (HEY! HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's only one more swallow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From being, oh so hollow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hey! Hey! Hey!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bravo, (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's at the bottom of that bottle (HEY! HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's only one more swallow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From being, oh so hollow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HEY! HEY! HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drown yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not worth keeping me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just put it down right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And bow out gracefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not worth keeping me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just put it down right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And bow out gracefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;('Cause baby girl's a queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the queen's just a pawn with a bunch of fancy moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she's made me a fiend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm goin' through withdrawal, but I got nothing to lose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no, (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's at the bottom of that bottle (HEY! HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's only one more swallow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From being, oh so hollow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hey! Hey! Hey!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bravo, (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's at the bottom of that bottle (HEY! HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's only one more swallow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From being, oh so hollow (HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HEY! HEY! HEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195956960329085839-3590197197869923574?l=mskittenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3590197197869923574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195956960329085839&amp;postID=3590197197869923574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/3590197197869923574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/3590197197869923574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/2010/01/roller-coasters-going-down-down-down.html' title='roller coaster&apos;s going down down down'/><author><name>MsKittenK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724412784176074933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwDkTZv9sa0/SDoikSgWQKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rG0yypyld_Q/S220/n2541911_40333286_5932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195956960329085839.post-8760789938875547690</id><published>2009-12-26T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:28:13.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Spare me the details, if you don't mind.</title><content type='html'>Going through my entire Zune music collection and deleting music I don't listen to/don't like/don't know how it got there while building a work out playlist.  I came upon this song and it made me cringe a bit. It reminds me of a certain someone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Spare Me The Details" by The Offspring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My girlfriend, my dumb donut&lt;br /&gt;Went up to a party just the other night&lt;br /&gt;But three hours later and seven shots of jäger&lt;br /&gt;She was in the bedroom with another guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;About her feet all up in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well I'm not the one who acted like a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be the one who has to know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who messed up big time&lt;br /&gt;So spare me the details if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can understand friends who wanna tell me&lt;br /&gt;They think they're gonna help me, open up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But the play by play makes me wanna lose it&lt;br /&gt;Every time you do it man, it turns the knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;About her feet all up in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well I'm not the one who acted like a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be the one who has to know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who messed up big time&lt;br /&gt;So spare me the details if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't need to hear about the sounds they were makin'&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to hear about how long it was takin'&lt;br /&gt;Or how the walls they were shakin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lying in bed wallowing in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Missin' the tomorrow that we could have had&lt;br /&gt;Running through my head, over and over&lt;br /&gt;Things I never told her that just make me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it drives me insane sittin with a vision&lt;br /&gt;stuck with that image burned into my brain&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so dumb that I could ever trust her&lt;br /&gt;When someone else fucked her, then walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;About her feet all up in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm not the one who acted like a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be the one who has to know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who messed up big time&lt;br /&gt;So spare me the details if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;(Spare me the details if you don't mind)&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;(Spare me the details if you don't mind)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't wanna know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has this horrible habit of sharing the most absolutely disgusting tidbits about himself and his current relationship so whenever this song comes on, I get this sick feeling in my stomach.. similar to the one I get every time we speak o.O;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good song though!! Love The Offspring :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This winter break's going well so far. I'm busy with work, family, and my boyfriend. School starts week after next and I'm excited for the new term :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195956960329085839-8760789938875547690?l=mskittenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/feeds/8760789938875547690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195956960329085839&amp;postID=8760789938875547690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/8760789938875547690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/8760789938875547690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/2009/12/spare-me-details-if-you-dont-mind.html' title='Spare me the details, if you don&apos;t mind.'/><author><name>MsKittenK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724412784176074933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwDkTZv9sa0/SDoikSgWQKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rG0yypyld_Q/S220/n2541911_40333286_5932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195956960329085839.post-9096978456568586199</id><published>2009-12-09T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:13:40.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>God only knows what I'd be without you</title><content type='html'>I've no idea where I'd be without music. It's that friend that never leaves you unless your battery dies or your headphones bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week my mind's been elsewhere and during those moments of weakness when my mind would succumb to the poisonous thoughts brought on by the infection of the wound from this past summer (one that will never really heal, I've realized), music helps me clear my head. If not, it kind of says the things I'm not strong enough to say or admit to myself and sometimes it touches issues I'm pushing aside for the moment because I really don't want to get into the messy situation that would result in. Regardless, I love music. I wouldn't say it's like air to me. It's more like food. It's water for my soul when it's dehydrated after being drained by the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to make a few playlists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught. But you put on quite a show, really had me going. Now it's time to go, curtain's finally closing. That was quite a show! Very entertaining. But it's over now. Go on and take a bow. And the award for the best liar goes to you for making me believe that you could be faithful to me, let's hear that speech again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me get over you the way you've gotten over me. Set me free, why don'tcha babe? Let me be, why don'tcha babe? 'Cause you don't really love me, you just keep me hangin' on. Now you don't really want me, you just keep me hangin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves a winner so nobody loved me. "Lady peaceful", "Lady Happy" that's what I long to be! All the odds are, they're in my favor, something's bound to begin. It's gonna happen! Happen sometime. Maybe this time I'll win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8195956960329085839-9096978456568586199?l=mskittenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/feeds/9096978456568586199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195956960329085839&amp;postID=9096978456568586199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/9096978456568586199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/9096978456568586199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/2009/12/god-only-knows-what-id-be-without-you.html' title='God only knows what I&apos;d be without you'/><author><name>MsKittenK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724412784176074933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwDkTZv9sa0/SDoikSgWQKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rG0yypyld_Q/S220/n2541911_40333286_5932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195956960329085839.post-3496281864683786956</id><published>2009-11-12T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:43:26.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe this time i'll win</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe this time, I'll be lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe this time he'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe this time, for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love won't hurry away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will hold me fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be home at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not a loser anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the last time, and the time before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody loves a winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So nobody loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady peaceful, Lady happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of the odds are, they're in my favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something's bound to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gotta happen, hahaha-happen sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe this time I'll win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody loves a winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So nobody loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady peaceful, Lady happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of the odds are, they're in my favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something's bound to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gotta happen, hahaha-happen sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe this time I'll win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;. It's a really good show and the music's top-notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through a rough patch right now. I'm not sure how much longer it'll last but I'm trying hard to get through each day. Some days are easier than others, and some days, like the past couple of days, are hard. I feel like I'm falling apart at the seams and I'm fighting to hold myself together, all the while failing horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195956960329085839-3496281864683786956?l=mskittenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3496281864683786956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195956960329085839&amp;postID=3496281864683786956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/3496281864683786956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/3496281864683786956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-this-time-ill-win.html' title='maybe this time i&apos;ll win'/><author><name>MsKittenK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724412784176074933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwDkTZv9sa0/SDoikSgWQKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rG0yypyld_Q/S220/n2541911_40333286_5932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195956960329085839.post-3535416653933349641</id><published>2009-10-03T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:21:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="entrytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesi says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hardcore:&lt;br /&gt; http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=8526405673&amp;amp;topic=4909&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I was a polar bear says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; if you link me to something like that again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesi says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish I was a polar bear says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i swear i'm going to do something you regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yesi says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://e.vampirefreaks.com/emotes/sad.gif" alt=":-(" title=":-(" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish I was a polar bear says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; because i will not support your defanged pussy vampire faggotry&lt;br /&gt; &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195956960329085839-3535416653933349641?l=mskittenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3535416653933349641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195956960329085839&amp;postID=3535416653933349641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/3535416653933349641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/3535416653933349641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesi-says-hardcore-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>MsKittenK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724412784176074933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwDkTZv9sa0/SDoikSgWQKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rG0yypyld_Q/S220/n2541911_40333286_5932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195956960329085839.post-73192341064561484</id><published>2009-09-27T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:03:36.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This house is no longer a home.</title><content type='html'>My life's back in order, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free of social and energy parasites if only for the moment and for once in my life, things aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"complicated"&lt;/span&gt; and they most certainly don't require any sort of roundabout explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in my mobile's address book are all people I actually talk to and I don't cringe whenever I hear the sound my phone makes when I get a text message because of who it may be from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have something keeping me up thinking late at night. I rarely take my Ambien these days if at all and my dreams aren't horrid or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wonders how the hell I dealt with it. When my friends ask me about it, I tell them I don't know the answer to that myself. It's okay though. For the moment, things are functional and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they stay this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195956960329085839-73192341064561484?l=mskittenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/feeds/73192341064561484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195956960329085839&amp;postID=73192341064561484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/73192341064561484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195956960329085839/posts/default/73192341064561484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskittenk.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-house-is-no-longer-home.html' title='This house is no longer a home.'/><author><name>MsKittenK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724412784176074933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwDkTZv9sa0/SDoikSgWQKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rG0yypyld_Q/S220/n2541911_40333286_5932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
