<?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-5689313</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:43:20.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a pleasure to burn...</title><subtitle type='html'>tender age in bloom </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689313.post-110970430551940694</id><published>2005-03-01T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T14:11:45.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I...... AM..... BACK...Its a funny thing, this world, With its Ups and Sideways ways, and theres no way to really predict where its heading because its all so very jumbled.the last time i wrote in this terrible excuse for attention i was someone distinctly different. there was a hint of Emily somewhere deep down inside of everything I said, but transcending all was bullshit. I reached, at some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/110970430551940694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/110970430551940694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110970430551940694' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-108121601589544672</id><published>2004-04-05T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:49:38.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time to write about life.i went to a party on friday with the band and got super drunk. we drank for like 4 hours strait and everyone watched porn.. a lot of porn. I chilled with Mary (the bands rad roadie) most of the night, we chilled in a hallway for a long time telling random people that we were professers from Brown and talking about how a particular hole got in the wall... we figured out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/108121601589544672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/108121601589544672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108121601589544672' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107798868433460625</id><published>2004-02-28T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T12:20:09.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there is no happiness in this, is there? even if there is it would never be attracted to me.i hate bad highs and shitty realizations. weird how shitty realizations always seem so much more real than nice ones do. wierd.i hate that i dont even know my friends, and that they dont know me. I have nothing to show them. and i guess everyone with substance can see that im empty..FUCK.THIS.ALL.it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107798868433460625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107798868433460625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798868433460625' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107776015797473616</id><published>2004-02-25T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T20:51:19.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Riah is haiR backwards, did you know? i am riah. and i have thick hair. do you see the connection?  wierddddd.speaking of riah... im not going back to camp this year,  after 3 years. its so crazy, its given me so much. Zukie and steve and eric and robyn and sam and jeagar and sarah and nello and josh and EVERYONE... i can't even believe it. mullets, ska, hair, pleasure management, spirituality,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107776015797473616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107776015797473616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107776015797473616' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107729767102408355</id><published>2004-02-20T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:23:08.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess its been a while since i've written anything of substance. this is shit. i am too. its so dumb. i try and try and try to express myself and all i come up with is stuff that i feel no conncetion to at all. maybe i should just stop trying, maybe expression isn't really that important. its kind of vain, if you think about it. like bragging to everyone what you have inside, i hate it. maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107729767102408355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107729767102408355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729767102408355' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107655081766572382</id><published>2004-02-11T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:57:18.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sooo tonight Cindy and i agreed that everything is stupid.there were all these people everywhere being angry about sports and than standing for the national anthem with no regret (bombs bursting in air... how patriotic) and thats fine. I just dont understand it, hence i think its stupid. I dont understand why everyone is so content doing things that i think are boring and stupid, am i really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107655081766572382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107655081766572382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107655081766572382' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107610655483665660</id><published>2004-02-06T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T17:30:57.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So surreal said the temporarily tatooed shallowgirl. give it a week, it will go away. how surreal in the simple sadness of it. they lose it, i lose it. give it a week for the disgust of it to sink in, for the little wonder pool to dry up and all the little creatures become sun baked carcasses. time to move on and explain it all away time to move on to a deeper puddle with more time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107610655483665660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107610655483665660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107610655483665660' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107610544138767504</id><published>2004-02-06T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T17:14:30.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" i cant say anything that i haven't thought before"^completely right^.Im so bored in my mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107610544138767504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107610544138767504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107610544138767504' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107577361235353573</id><published>2004-02-02T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T21:01:51.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why do i feel like all is lost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107577361235353573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107577361235353573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107577361235353573' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107500301336966039</id><published>2004-01-24T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T22:59:35.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>of all the people that i councilim the biggest hypocrite of them all.we're all awaiting somethingwaiting for our brains to change,or maybe our bodies,butthose are both just big blobsof space STUFF.WE put the life into themWE are our oun masterpieces    ANDWE cant blame any of the fucked upstick figures that we so aregantly draw on ANYONE        BUT              OUR</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107500301336966039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107500301336966039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500301336966039' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107500241849835679</id><published>2004-01-24T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T22:48:28.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i don't want to go to sleep, just because than i know ill have to wake up to the sad reality that i have nothing to do.-emily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107500241849835679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107500241849835679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500241849835679' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107480683334834707</id><published>2004-01-22T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T16:28:41.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FINNALLY catch 22 is ACTUALLY giong to play.. and in ORONO.. not fucking AUGUSTA... but, no, of cource i cant go.. "THATS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN, NOT ON A SCHOOL NIGHT"....FUCK. YOU.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107480683334834707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107480683334834707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107480683334834707' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107473905097430030</id><published>2004-01-21T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T21:38:58.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tue Feb 17 Ushuaia Orono.MEAll Ages / Doors 8pm / $10Catch 22finally goddamnit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107473905097430030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107473905097430030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473905097430030' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107465407545895079</id><published>2004-01-20T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T22:04:33.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>umm...so.yeah. my mind is blank. which is bad. its all going to sneak up on my and fuck me up. its happened so many times. its all so farmiliar. ALL OF THIS..i dont understand. no matter HOW hard i think about EVERYTHING... its so easy to undermine everything you thought you knew all by yourself.                    im to fucking tired to cry.NOTHING is how it seems. EVER. i always lie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107465407545895079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107465407545895079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465407545895079' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107413175638411662</id><published>2004-01-14T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T20:57:16.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>does it make any sence to be more scared to lose someone than you are to be alone? because if you lose that person, than you were really alone the whole time anyway...need to turn off my mind and just chill. I hate it when people make big deals of things that really dont matter and are probebly nothing anyway, but im SUCH a fucking hypocrite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107413175638411662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107413175638411662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413175638411662' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107368776585983012</id><published>2004-01-09T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T17:37:44.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I rock and roll all day long, sweet suzy""You killed my family, and i dont like that kind of thing""Killing is wrong... and bad. There should be  a new, stronger word for killing, like BADWRONG... or, BADONG! Yes... from this moment i will stand for the opposite of Bdong...Gnobad.""Ah, yes, beat me like a drum."                                                 KUNG POW!  my assssss.  WAHA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107368776585983012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107368776585983012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107368776585983012' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107352100475137222</id><published>2004-01-07T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T19:17:58.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Yes, I feel emphatic about not being static And not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal"                                                                 -incubus-hmm. wow. im happy.For the first time in a long time im sure of something. i think. i hope..For the first time... ever, someone is trying to know me.-emily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107352100475137222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107352100475137222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107352100475137222' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107327070402877565</id><published>2004-01-04T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:46:14.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i feel like im going to think so hard that everything is just going to explode and than melt away in front of me and ill be floating around all alone, and than ill realize that this was all just in my mind...what a beautiful idea.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107327070402877565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107327070402877565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327070402877565' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107297434416871460</id><published>2004-01-01T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:48:52.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New years.I was sad. I hated everyone. I was lonely. I sat in my car with pat. we were being silly. we disgussed the meaning of life and opossums. we got into the school and took his dads brownies. we smoked a plethora of herb with adam and carlos. we were silly for 3 more hours. i talked to Mr. Wood. my body hurts from laughing so much. i went home and talked to my mom. her eyes were red.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107297434416871460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107297434416871460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107297434416871460' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107283692244216464</id><published>2003-12-30T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T21:21:56.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let the smile give her everything she needs.I'm the song, the song she doesn't want to sing.Forgive me as, I burn into the evening.I'm known from love, and seek the field of pain.These words, tearing me and make me bleed.Where they would see as though you'll come and find me.Light, it enters and melts away emotionAs I watch the sun fuck the ocean, crying:          I am not your savior.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107283692244216464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107283692244216464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107283692244216464' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107275498588915926</id><published>2003-12-29T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T22:30:50.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its so odd to be able to feel change. Everything changes but you usually cant feel it. I look over the last year and i've changed so VERY much, but i didn't really notice all that much, it just happened. but than i look over the last month or so... and BOOM its all changed... it feels like im stretching. Things and relationships that i thought were completely solid staples in my life are now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107275498588915926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107275498588915926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107275498588915926' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107238488125260357</id><published>2003-12-25T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T15:42:21.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant stand to read into this. anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107238488125260357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107238488125260357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107238488125260357' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107142633871861135</id><published>2003-12-14T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T13:26:28.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>July 4. Statistics show that we lose more fools on this day than in all the other days of the year put together. This proves, by the number left in stock, that one fourth of July per year is now inadequate, the country has grown so. - Mark Twain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107142633871861135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107142633871861135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107142633871861135' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107128800189751719</id><published>2003-12-12T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T23:04:01.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when your insane it feels like your brain knows something is wrong, so it tries to fix it. But what your mind thinks its right and what you think is right clash, and your watching it all on a big screen while sitting in a whirl pool.(I FILL THIS SPOT ON MY PAGE BECAUSE EMPTYNESS FRIGHTENS ME) (THIS MUSTEN'T PROCEED)Im an odd girl by anyones comparison. The only difference between me and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107128800189751719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107128800189751719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107128800189751719' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107091956146718482</id><published>2003-12-08T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T16:40:04.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zMuSiCiSliFe701: well i gotta go now/. thank you emily hill. you are a real life saver. surely someone will suck on you...but hopefully you won't dissolve to fast......because you may need to wrap yourelf around a lonely body and save them from drowning.i love ZEPHYR.in a completely plutonic way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107091956146718482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107091956146718482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091956146718482' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107040484257912325</id><published>2003-12-02T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T17:41:20.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CATCH 22  WITHH THATS WHAT SHE SAIDDD showwwwww on SATURDAYYYY I AM SOOO EXCITTEDDD and i highly sympathize with my dear erin who cannot attend. let us pray for her. also, she has leprocy.. but, you know, whatcha gonna do? i dunno.now its stir fry time.           (peaccccccccccccccce.)    i love looking at the stars on nights full of sencerity.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107040484257912325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107040484257912325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107040484257912325' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107007176748674337</id><published>2003-11-28T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T21:10:01.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The stars wont shinebecause everyones in loveThe words i never heard you say are somewhere,but they dont matter anywayNothing matters on a rainy daybut what i have,So im alone and grey.I dont care that I lost again because what i had was nothingbutanempty fist.Its a beautiful dayfor a rainbow tocut my pallid skies,in shades of all mypredictions andself bashingMy evils and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107007176748674337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107007176748674337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107007176748674337' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107004317234904978</id><published>2003-11-28T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T13:16:18.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Ska-punk has been driven to the end of the line: there is no innovation that could possibly freshen it up.... there is no prerequisite for lyrical substance or demand for musical evolution.."      ^From a halfassed report about Catch 22 in AlternativePress magazine. This month they have GC on the cover. how very alternative. They obviously know nothing about ska or musical evolution. If they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107004317234904978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107004317234904978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107004317234904978' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-107003669435321573</id><published>2003-11-28T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T11:25:27.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RESUME George W. Bush The White House, USAEDUCATION AND EXPERIENCE: LAW ENFORCEMENT: I was arrested in Kennebunkport, Maine, in 1976 for driving under the influence of alcohol.  I pled guilty, paid a fine, and had my driver's license suspended for 30 days.  My Texas driving record has been "lost" and is not available. MILITARY: I joined the Texas Air National Guard and went AWOL. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107003669435321573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/107003669435321573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107003669435321573' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106995978757471625</id><published>2003-11-27T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T14:04:48.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm.. thoughts:thanksgiving is the most boring holiday ever. my hair is getting longi love the pietasterscatch 22 show on the 6thshe wont ever figure it out.reefermy face no longer feels like a porcupineelis homehugs are better than sexi want a hug.i like that feeling when your swimming and than you come above the water... when you can feel the exact spot where the water stops and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106995978757471625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106995978757471625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995978757471625' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106963690146159682</id><published>2003-11-23T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T20:22:10.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night i was thinking this, and i quote..:    "why isnt it MELANJOLLY instead of MELANCHOLY? thats so wierd.. wait... jolly is like the opposite.. it still should be though.. that would be cool.. heh... wierd."    i have no idea WHY i remember thinking this.from a public service announcement on the radio that dad and i heard:    "You cant be a good parent if your addicted to drugs. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106963690146159682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106963690146159682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106963690146159682' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106929367333366631</id><published>2003-11-19T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:01:38.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So i just got home from playing around in the WERU studio with GALEN THE LOVE MACHINE... anddddd it was fun, we recorded some practice shows, good times were had by all. String Orchestra Weezer Tribute Bands are the BEST man. my world is flip turned up side down. umhm.        other than that SHIT SHIT SHIT YUCK GROSS I DONT LIKE ANYTHING RIGHT NOW.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106929367333366631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106929367333366631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929367333366631' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106920792135433372</id><published>2003-11-18T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T21:16:58.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so eli turns 21 in 2 weeks.and graduates in a few months..skiznils: bye kido</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106920792135433372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106920792135433372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106920792135433372' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106912368540850579</id><published>2003-11-17T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T21:48:28.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my great expectations havent been fulfilled in too long. I have always though "Wow, this relationship is actually going to work" but it never has. I was sure this one would last and be something real, but its not and it wont be. i thought i was finally past all of this boring immature shit.Right now im feeling really alone, like im being my own shrink. Im working all my problems out in my mind,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106912368540850579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106912368540850579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106912368540850579' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106903778779552877</id><published>2003-11-16T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:59:08.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The lights explodeunderneath the stars,as they fall to the ground.They lend me their keleidascope flameto disappear into,and i accept for the pure wonder of pain and invitation.^thats what i write on nights like these when i sit under a blurry reality in my car^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106903778779552877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106903778779552877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903778779552877' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106895555216366091</id><published>2003-11-15T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T23:06:13.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WTF its robyn: i wish i was an ant. they're so shiney</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106895555216366091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106895555216366091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106895555216366091' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106869222351350440</id><published>2003-11-12T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T21:57:01.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>breeisyummy: I looked up "Emily Hill" on google and this is what came upbreeisyummy: Porn Star Emily Hill's a tall and leggy blonde stunner whohas been one of the real underappreciated women in 90's pornbreeisyummy: I NEVER KNEW   now you know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106869222351350440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106869222351350440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869222351350440' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106831977166807382</id><published>2003-11-08T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:20:18.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its sad when you cant even write a train of though because you cant focus on one particular thing in your life. everything is so mixed and fused and foggy. I cant remember the last time that i had a really deep thought and still remembered it 10 minutes later. i wish i could just keep all these little things that i know as truths and build my life off of them... but theres so much other stuff i'd</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106831977166807382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106831977166807382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106831977166807382' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106817657717801816</id><published>2003-11-06T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:42:54.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ArvidBrown: hey love bunnyUmBiggyshortYhM: hello my little  cuddle muffinArvidBrown: my little bundle of joyUmBiggyshortYhM: hello my bum bum sugar plumArvidBrown: my frosted flakeUmBiggyshortYhM: my hot cocoa dumplingArvidBrown: my caramel cutie pieUmBiggyshortYhM: my shmoopie bo boopieArvidBrown: my little umpa lumpaUmBiggyshortYhM: my hunka hunka burnin loveArvidBrown: my eincy wincy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106817657717801816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106817657717801816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106817657717801816' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106789227433278967</id><published>2003-11-03T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T15:44:32.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Standing in the alpha beta parking lotWatching the sun setI'll never forgetWatching all the reds and oranges slip awayLetting go of yet another dirty dayBreathing in the fumes from so many idling carsRight beneath the sign w/ the dusty yellow starsWatching the sun go downStanding in the alpha beta parking lotWatching you leave meNot quite believingStanding in the alpha beta parking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106789227433278967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106789227433278967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789227433278967' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106779575377458865</id><published>2003-11-02T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T13:02:20.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok enough fucking poetry.HERES whats going on.DEC 7TH. THE EDGE IN AUGUSTA...........CATCH 222222222222! FOSHEEZ!yea-uh.... heres what ELSE is going on: 1 MINUTE of war in iraq costs $763,000, and would pay the salary/benefits for 15 RNs. 1 HOUR of war in iraq costs $46 million and would have modernized/repaired 20 schools. 1 DAY of war in iraq costs $1.1 billion and would have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106779575377458865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106779575377458865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106779575377458865' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106755200693301067</id><published>2003-10-30T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:13:26.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YESSSSSSSSSS I CANT BELIVE IT!THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU EVERYONE AND ESPECIALLY YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106755200693301067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106755200693301067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106755200693301067' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106748419289661442</id><published>2003-10-29T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T22:23:08.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant breathebecause this knot in my stomach is growingits been gone for so long.i just want to find somewhere comfortingto cry.i hate all of thisi hate that i dont know and that im scaredi hate that you cant even tell that anything is wrongand that if you did, i hate that i dont know what you'd do.i hate that i might be wrongbut i hate more that i might be righti hate that i might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106748419289661442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106748419289661442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106748419289661442' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106739494156036766</id><published>2003-10-28T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T21:35:40.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So surrealsaid the temporarily tatooed shallowgirl.give it a week,it will go away.how surrealin the simple sadness of it.they lose it, i lose it.give it a week for thedisgust of it to sink in,for the little wonder pool to dry upand all the little creatures becomesun baked carcasses.time to move onand explain it all awaytime to move on to a deeper puddlewith more time on its clock.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106739494156036766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106739494156036766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106739494156036766' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106721089793716089</id><published>2003-10-26T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T18:28:17.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how surreal was that?WE LOVE YOU WE LOVE YOUwe tell the haters as they damn us to their god (which we're not going to anyway.)         Peace  10.54.03. WDC</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106721089793716089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106721089793716089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721089793716089' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106694916083186257</id><published>2003-10-23T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T18:46:00.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(i don't like this place i don't like your friends i don't like the way they all treat you i don't wanna stay i got things to do a slave in heaven or a star in hell)      ^BIG D^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106694916083186257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106694916083186257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694916083186257' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106678448232246474</id><published>2003-10-21T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T21:02:03.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where is my museto riddle me my beautyand inject color to my pages  keep me wondering at the things unspectacularthe worlds within the dust bring me my wondertake me to that place that is all around  i am detatched       and disgusted by my lackings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106678448232246474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106678448232246474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106678448232246474' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106669702982107780</id><published>2003-10-20T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T20:44:23.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IMAGINEImagine there's no heaven,It's easy if you try,No hell below us,Above us only sky,Imagine all the peopleliving for today...Imagine there's no countries,It isnt hard to do,Nothing to kill or die for,No religion too,Imagine all the peopleliving life in peace...Imagine no possesions,I wonder if you can,No need for greed or hunger,A brotherhood of man,Imagine all the people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106669702982107780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106669702982107780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106669702982107780' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106660066827873834</id><published>2003-10-19T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T17:57:47.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHANGEif ever you had said to me beforethat i would live this life that i am living now i guess its all so strangeto feel the way i do inside buthave so much that i could feel some pride for in my life so why is it thati feel like thishow do i feel? ive been here before,ive felt thisretreat to a place, a place within me,i need this. keep it all down, bottled insideit breaks me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106660066827873834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106660066827873834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106660066827873834' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106658984972628561</id><published>2003-10-19T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T14:57:29.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i pray. waiting.. waiting for a brighter day.. so i bought myself a gun, now im right back, right back where im from.-SsUuBbLlIiMmEe-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106658984972628561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106658984972628561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106658984972628561' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106658956873109343</id><published>2003-10-19T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T14:52:48.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its been so long since ive been amazed or amazing. when did life become so confusing and immature. when did i decide that i didnt belong?     maybe i dont want to. maybe its all in my head. maybe i shouldnt be alive right now. maybe im not. maybe we all think that were all so important and in the end we all just die and end. maybe we are all supposed to be here for some supreme purpose that most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106658956873109343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106658956873109343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106658956873109343' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106653737776605563</id><published>2003-10-19T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T00:23:37.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPYYYYY BIRTHDAYYY GALEN MC. FATTY POOP FARMER... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUU-OOOO-OO-OOOOO!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106653737776605563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106653737776605563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106653737776605563' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106644810581030072</id><published>2003-10-17T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T23:35:05.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eating encheladas cha cha cha ...  got the munchies oo oo la la la... "i know that you can be overwhelmed.. and i know that you can be underwhelmed.. but can you just be whelmed?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106644810581030072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106644810581030072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106644810581030072' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106609221718663474</id><published>2003-10-13T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T20:43:36.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life.i cant explain it. i dont know it right now. im not living. but i could be. fuck. fuck it all. i hate it here, i hate waiting to grow up. you know what? ive grown up, im past that, its all review, so forget all this childish shit i have to leave. im wasting time here and i hate it. its time to go one way or another. and the funny thing is, everything should be fine. nothing is wrong, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106609221718663474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106609221718663474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609221718663474' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106609179921586506</id><published>2003-10-13T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T20:36:38.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zMuSiCiSliFe701: i am going to have kids with some ugly person and they are going to be the ugliest things everzMuSiCiSliFe701: people are going to kill them just because they are so uglymy friends are giong places. most deffinitely.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106609179921586506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106609179921586506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609179921586506' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106566295617496180</id><published>2003-10-08T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T21:29:16.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spark it.watch it glow off your facewere all alone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106566295617496180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106566295617496180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106566295617496180' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106557780644788103</id><published>2003-10-07T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T21:50:06.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>breeisyummy: i'm a rastamanUmBiggyshortYhM: well my spirit is a tucan. flip, flop.breeisyummy: my spirit is that of the african wambatbreeisyummy: found in siberiabreeisyummy: and housed in a tiki hutbreeisyummy: they hunt with only their cunning to protect thembreeisyummy: and are willing to let everything go for one swift jump off of the klinki treebreeisyummy: they are feirce and yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106557780644788103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106557780644788103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106557780644788103' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106557573281769857</id><published>2003-10-07T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T21:15:32.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"yes, Gooba, in fact I was just thinking you had probably eloped with some pierce-nosed guy with a beat up Pinto lowrider and disappeared into the sunset"  thats from an Email from my dearest most fabuloso Aunty Katie. she knows me so well.    ive been thinking about freedom alot. i want to go. just start driving and hopefully get to boston, but if not, thats ok to. once i get to wherever im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106557573281769857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106557573281769857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106557573281769857' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106548883070035318</id><published>2003-10-06T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T21:07:10.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its funny how things arent as big of deals as people make them out to be. none of this sophomoric shit matters.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106548883070035318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106548883070035318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106548883070035318' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106513977581515934</id><published>2003-10-02T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T20:09:35.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One cannot touch without being touched   Newtons 3rd.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106513977581515934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106513977581515934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106513977581515934' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106504138190005620</id><published>2003-10-01T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T16:49:41.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothings wrong.i keep telling myself that.everything is right.I feel like im so oldand im being held back by people that want me gone anyway.im wasting my time heredoing shit that i dont like,learning stuff ill never needand being what i hate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106504138190005620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106504138190005620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106504138190005620' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106488560379976359</id><published>2003-09-29T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T21:33:23.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>breeisyummy: well emily is hoti just dont know how to respond to that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106488560379976359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106488560379976359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106488560379976359' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106476245859917547</id><published>2003-09-28T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T11:20:58.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"cross your fingers im going to knock it all down..."  3EBfunny how life is great sometimes. and than you look around.. REALLY look around.. and you see that nothing has changed except yourself.   time to write a song.        (--&lt;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106476245859917547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106476245859917547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106476245859917547' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106426870015927520</id><published>2003-09-22T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:11:40.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"we could run away,leave behind anything paper.not knowing where we're going to stay,there's no monday" tsunami bomb</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106426870015927520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106426870015927520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106426870015927520' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106383406794773131</id><published>2003-09-17T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T17:27:47.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So i am coming to the realization that although my parents say im the luckiest girl in the world, im really not. They are treating me like a little kid and its really irking me. Their reason for not letting me go on a road trip with Tyler was "well.. when i was 16, we werent allowed too". its so oppressive! First they teach me to be myself and take all the oppertunities i can to find myself, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106383406794773131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106383406794773131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106383406794773131' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106347462291916139</id><published>2003-09-13T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T13:40:20.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> HELLO! THIS IS A GREAT DAY!the show last night was AMAZING. i still cant believe it. i have 2 new favorite bands. while i was watching the show i looked around.. and i thought "this is everything"... music is everything to me, and i know ive said this before, but its a huge thing for me. i only need music and love and im all set. SO at the show Erin got a bloody nose:( oh NO! this is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106347462291916139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106347462291916139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106347462291916139' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106332720866768107</id><published>2003-09-11T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T20:40:08.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BIG D TOMORRO.. fucking right man.!!!!!!!!!!! im so HAPPYA:LKSJD:LKASJDL:KMASDasldkfjalskdfjlkfjlfj.ldf.lCloud IG: if i were a girl id like a band member of big dCloud IG: go for daveCloud IG: dave is the sexiest of the bunch      oh MAN guys from switzerland who like BIG D are the shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106332720866768107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106332720866768107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106332720866768107' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106322995215402071</id><published>2003-09-10T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T17:39:12.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont wanna be this way, I dont wanna live today.   so i turn it up  and try to drown it outBut these mamories and feelings keep comming back  and the speakers keep pounding, the sounds are resounding    but it cant shut out the light. I dont wanna be this way     I cant be alive today.  If this is life, than it has to end.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106322995215402071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106322995215402071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106322995215402071' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106298536063014121</id><published>2003-09-07T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T21:43:15.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>breeisyummy: anything on your body jirating is definitly healthy   good advice from the sex god herself. GALWKRNALSKDASD RAWR.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106298536063014121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106298536063014121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106298536063014121' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106297666053617362</id><published>2003-09-07T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T19:17:40.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now it's time and i don't know if i like it, maybe somy eyes play tricks on mehappiness is in my mindboy i'm feeling oh so finefeels like i'm in a dreamsometimes it makes mean wordsdon't matter much cause we're not quite in touchwe sure do know what they meanit's never the same old thingfeels like i'm in a dreamlooks like we meet againnow it's time and i don't know if i like it, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106297666053617362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106297666053617362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106297666053617362' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106297590349998304</id><published>2003-09-07T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T19:08:26.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OHHHHHHWAHAHAHA Haystack tomorro i cant WAIT its gonna be SO much f-ing fun. YES, i said F-ing, kids. oh look, a grasshopper with 3 legs.. wierd..  ANYWAY im really excited! ive done nothing but homework and work work today, but im in the BEST mood. dads being an ass again, but i dont even care! something about listening to EL SCORCHO while doing algebra 2 that jsut makes it all seem SO FUN. im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106297590349998304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106297590349998304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106297590349998304' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106282273781448212</id><published>2003-09-06T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T17:41:21.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK so i was at a show tonight (great job guys, you were all CRAZY good, and i hope Zack's leg gets better...  and ARVID is one hot, hot man.) ANWAY YES so i was skanking to the Ska Rockets and i realized how much i actualy love music.. its not just something i LIKE, its something that makes me feel how i want to feel, act how i want to act and be who i want to be. it liberates me..... man, now i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106282273781448212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106282273781448212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106282273781448212' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106271636903842816</id><published>2003-09-04T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T18:59:28.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am eating potatoes.a few munites ago i was up in my room playing my sax to Catch 22.. and i was looking at myself in the mirror and i was SOO happy cuz i felt like i was in a ska band and it felt so great, because it was exactly where i wanted to be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106271636903842816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106271636903842816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106271636903842816' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106264134985398141</id><published>2003-09-03T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T22:10:00.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Erins sassy like sassafrass.. you doing dig? ill cap yo ass. she dont take shit from no woman or man, shes good, so classy like Steely Dan. Her rhymes will shock you, like dy-no-mite they'll rock you; hailin from the the east coast, like a storm that will knock you. Fall to the ground, your head will spin, when Fly Money and her enterage saunters in... so watch yo bling cuz E.B.'s the new thing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106264134985398141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106264134985398141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106264134985398141' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106263255740244238</id><published>2003-09-03T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T19:42:37.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOOO im so happy, i start trainig for my EL RADIO show on november 5th.. its kinda far away, but its something too look forward to WAHAHA. most of the show is going to be underground/unknown bands from mostly new england, so if your in a banddd with a demooooo GIT ahold of me and i shall play it like a mother fucker. well not EXACTLY like that... at all.. but ill play it, OK? WHAT MORE DO YOU </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106263255740244238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106263255740244238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106263255740244238' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106254851066388637</id><published>2003-09-02T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T20:21:50.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH WOW school tomorro... if i did anything in school, i would be thinking about it... but its really just the same stuff i do every day, just in a different place.   so TODAY i am rather happy, i dont know why, but, i was driving home from bangor with Erin Cupcake, and all of a sudden i  got this overwhelming feeling that everything is going to work out, and be ok. so im pretty psyched... i mean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106254851066388637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106254851066388637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106254851066388637' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106247585930838504</id><published>2003-09-02T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T00:12:38.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in a daze, cause i found god   {NirvanA}    right now... my whole life feels like a daze.. im not in touch with anything or anyone. I feel like im hovering over my life, watching the world pass me by. maybe this is what being burnt out is, but i have a feeling its more than that. i need a huge change in my life, a catalysyt, to bring me back down, and get it all moving again. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106247585930838504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106247585930838504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247585930838504' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106238168643851334</id><published>2003-08-31T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T22:01:26.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>xAHOLEintheworld: BE CAREFUL GIRLxAHOLEintheworld: YOU COULD KILL SOMEONE!xAHOLEintheworld: WITH THAT SKANKING OF YOURSxAHOLEintheworld: SOMEONE STOP HERRRRRxAHOLEintheworld: DADDY J! DADD J!xAHOLEintheworld: YOUR DAUGHTERS ACTIONS ARE A CRY FOR ATTENTION!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106238168643851334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106238168643851334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106238168643851334' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106237212314275381</id><published>2003-08-31T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T19:31:20.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so im sitting here, trying to think of what to write, and i am totally drained of ideas at the moment. so its time for a good old fashion  AN EXCITING EDITION OF MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT! YAYY!      ok, so my brother is leaving for school tomorro, and im realizing that hes graduating this year. i mean, this means that hes a grown up, i guess.... go figure.. i mean, he still calls me Frumpy Mc. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106237212314275381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106237212314275381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106237212314275381' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106227701336124935</id><published>2003-08-30T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T16:56:53.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOD SAVE THE QUEEN</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106227701336124935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106227701336124935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106227701336124935' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106219481178659763</id><published>2003-08-29T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T18:06:51.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh and i FORGOT to rant abut this:   Pop culture totally kills creativity and makes everyone involved in it shallow in whatever capacity it touches them.                  that is all.       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106219481178659763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106219481178659763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106219481178659763' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106219463777321086</id><published>2003-08-29T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T18:03:57.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a friend of mine, he pointed out to me, that im not the same as i used to be, and you know, he made me think twice about who i am. and now i think of how i live my life, sitting on the corner under the streetlight, what would i change, what would i want to say the same? so ive decided that i wont decide, just sit on the curb, watching the cars roll by.Less Than Jake                    i have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106219463777321086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106219463777321086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106219463777321086' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106217916958892324</id><published>2003-08-29T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T12:28:48.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       ok so here we go:                     Friday, sept. 5th at the kave in bucksport, $5, at 6 OOOO-clock.      Third Person, The Devil Plays Doctor on Tuesday, Public Transportation, You First (aka. WHY), The Ska Rockets and Animal Suit Driveby                                                    GO AND BE THERE AND THINGS.  and if u need a ride, gimme a hollaholla.                  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106217916958892324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106217916958892324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106217916958892324' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106210376956692223</id><published>2003-08-28T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T16:49:29.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   mariahmariahmariahmariahmariahmariahmariahmariahmariahmariah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106210376956692223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106210376956692223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106210376956692223' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106192396484216109</id><published>2003-08-26T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T14:52:44.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no u guy s really should call her tunafish cause it is a really cool name trust me i made it up and..... wellll. idk its really kool. Yes! plz! :D-nello             ^nello must die. goodbye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106192396484216109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106192396484216109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106192396484216109' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106192387162750785</id><published>2003-08-26T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T14:51:11.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just realized that no one has EVER called me tunafish.... but dont start, damnit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106192387162750785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106192387162750785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106192387162750785' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106192384255440806</id><published>2003-08-26T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T14:51:31.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    OK.. everyone.    my name is not tunafish. it is RIAH or MARIAH. not emily.. and not fatty.. and not stinky pants.... well maybe stinkypants........ but NOT emily.. ok? ok. okokokokok. WALKSJDLKA         P.S. i'm not tuna fish         P.P.S i don't remember                               ^that was nello.... hes a very strange child. with a nice hat. tjhat i like . but hes a bully. and he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106192384255440806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106192384255440806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106192384255440806' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106192352007818816</id><published>2003-08-26T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T14:45:20.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you're on a holiday You can't find the words to say All the things that come to you And I wanna feel it too   On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain   Hip Hip Hip Hip   When you're on a golden sea You don't need no memory Just a place to call your own As we drift into the zone   On an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106192352007818816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106192352007818816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106192352007818816' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106139644107150769</id><published>2003-08-20T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T12:20:41.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im a dude, hes a dude, shes a dude, WERE ALL DUDES HEY!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106139644107150769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106139644107150769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106139644107150769' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106139351956563619</id><published>2003-08-20T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T11:31:59.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY EVERYBODY COME TO THE PLAY TONIGHT DAMNIT! ITS AT 7 DAMNIT! AT THE OPERA HOUSE DAMNIT! AND ITS FREE SO YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO COME DAMNIT! UNLESS YOU JUST DONT WANT TO COME... WHICH I WOULD UNDERSTAND DAMNIT.   BUT IT WOULD BE SUPER DUPER NICE!   CHA CHINGGGGGGGGGGGG CASH MONEY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106139351956563619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106139351956563619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106139351956563619' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106139327209519601</id><published>2003-08-20T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T11:28:28.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its you Its that shit stuck under my shoe Its that smell inside the van Its my bed sheet covered with sand Sittin through a shitty band Gettin dog shit on my hands Gettin hassled by the man Waking up to an alarm Stickin needles in your arm Pickin up trash on the freeway Feelin depressed every day Leavin without making a sound Pickin up my dog up at the pound Livin in a tweeker pad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106139327209519601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106139327209519601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106139327209519601' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106134451749566757</id><published>2003-08-19T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T21:58:54.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my life is a little strange right now.. i dont really feel awake. On sunday i was actually unable to bring myself to speak. i went out to lunch with erin, galen and zephyr and the whole time i spoke for probebly 5 minutes, all together... i felt so out of place, even when surrounded by the people that mean the most to me. i dont know what was wrong with me, but i couldnt shake this feeling of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106134451749566757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106134451749566757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106134451749566757' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106132616868721313</id><published>2003-08-19T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T16:50:29.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Staring out the window of somebody's pickup truck well I never mind the boredom cause I use it for a crutch just to get me to that plae its a different state of sane and everytime I try to change I always end up quite the same thinking back to happier days when everyone was ignorant and all the kids behaved but me and my friends and the ice cream man that was our existance that was our clan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106132616868721313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106132616868721313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106132616868721313' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106125938320698781</id><published>2003-08-18T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T22:16:23.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ive got so much trouble on my mindThat it feels if like I’m alwaysSleepin’ with the enemy,But I know the real worldAlways gets the last word in,That’s why I gotta kick realitySo don’t tease me,And try to say that I should care,Might as well go out for mine’cuz everybody’s going out for theirs.(miguel) so don’t tell me about a fake drug war,Cut education programs more,The people will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106125938320698781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106125938320698781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106125938320698781' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106124534224952120</id><published>2003-08-18T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T18:22:22.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>find myself inside myself and noone else can find it for me. find myself all by myself and noone else can find it for me.       =C22=</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106124534224952120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106124534224952120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106124534224952120' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106122939576692185</id><published>2003-08-18T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T13:56:35.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UmBiggyshortYhM: wahahahachooochoooUmBiggyshortYhM: ima a trainAroka4eva: wahahahahahchooochoooAroka4eva: I'm an emily     I LOVE BAND CAMP AND I DONT CARE WHO KNOWS IT.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106122939576692185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106122939576692185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106122939576692185' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106121845054334577</id><published>2003-08-18T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T10:54:10.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NELLO COMES on the day after the day after tomorro WAHAHSAHLKASJ i cant wait...... to bad theres nothing to do here. oh well, i will write a haicu about it!  here goes..               Nello is a boy             who brings me very much joy             i like toast ALOT.                                     wasnt that nice? i think it was nice. ANYHOO im gong to dress rehearsal now OHOHOH come</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106121845054334577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106121845054334577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106121845054334577' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106117437886510478</id><published>2003-08-17T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T22:41:14.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> xAHOLEintheworld: GIRL I AINT BE HATIN NO PLAYASSUmBiggyshortYhM: girl you KNOW that i say/./UmBiggyshortYhM: dont be HATIN the playaz.. hate da GAMMEEE girl.   hate da game!xAHOLEintheworld: i DO hate the game!xAHOLEintheworld: you KNOW i hate the game!    das my GIRL.. Cupcake. shes onnne FLY playa. she gets all the men. YOU A MAN?! SHE GONNA GETCHU! you know it. i mean wez been through</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106117437886510478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106117437886510478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106117437886510478' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106116630580933498</id><published>2003-08-17T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T20:25:05.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i own a happy skirt. now, a happy skirt is not easy to come by, because one does not find a happy skirt, on the contrary, one is found BY the said skirt of jubilation. now in MY case my sisterish friend TIA DEWEY-WOOD (its hyphenated at the moment) was threatening to GET RID of the arcticle of happiness, it trembled with fear and jumped into my arms so i KNEW it had to be mine. from that day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106116630580933498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106116630580933498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106116630580933498' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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-5689313.post-106115171030958786</id><published>2003-08-17T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T16:21:50.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can walk down the street, there's no one thereThough the pavements are one huge crowd.I can drive down the road; my eyes don't see,Though my mind wants to cry out loud,Though my mind wants to cry out loud.Dance floor is like the sea,Ceiling is the sky.You're the sun and as you shine on me,I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.                       -CREAM- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106115171030958786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689313/posts/default/106115171030958786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggyshorty.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106115171030958786' title=''/><author><name>my face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06565008501411748747</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>
